Tuesday, July 21, 2015

How Do I Woo That Special Gal Without Being Seen As A Stalker?

I suck at girls.  I admit it.  I have no earthly idea how to connect with them.  Trying to learn about girls is like learning math, and then having to play by English language rules.  It just does not make sense.  About six years ago I wrote one of my better blogs entitled, "Everything I Learned About Dating I Learned From The Video Game Fable."

Here it is:

http://angjellockheart.blogspot.com/2011/02/everything-i-learned-about-dating-i.html

But learning the art of wooing takes more than practice on a video game.  I got out of my last relationship over a year and a half ago.  I've only been on one date since then.  And to be honest, it wasn't the worst, but it was kind of uncomfortable.  It felt more like an interrogation than a date.  I felt a little more shell-shocked than happy.

But let's talk about wooing.


Well, maybe not that kind of wooing....

So there's this gal I've known for a few years.  She's the girl all the bad guys want.  I'll call her "Mary."  (Not her real name.)  I finally got my courage up and decided to ask her out.  But then things started to take a comic turn.

1.  Now I have to find out if Mary is seeing anyone.  I go down to the coffee shop where everyone I know hangs out.  I ask her best friend if Mary is seeing anyone.  He says that there was no one he knew of.

2.  So that's great.  Onto part two.  Now I have to conveniently "bump" into her.  So I go to the coffee shop on a Monday, (that's when everyone is usually there) so I can commence with the "bumping."  But of course, she's not there. 

3.  So I ask her friend (the same one from earlier) if I can get her phone number from him.  He says that Mary is really weird about that sort of thing, and he can't do it.  He does say that I should try her on Facebook IM.  But to be honest, I have tried to write her before, and she never really writes back. 

4.  But I decide to IM her anyway.  I try to be as non-creepy as I can.  I say, "Hey Mary, can I give you a call, or you could call me?  I just want to talk."  She didn't write back.  Admittedly, there's no good way to ask for a number without arousing some suspicion.  So I couldn't blame her.

5.  So two days later I write her.  I say,   "Hey, let's just have some dinner.  I hear they're doing great things with Chipotle these days."


6.  She does write me back.  (Yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)  She says that too much is going on in her life right now, and she couldn't get involved with anyone right now.  (Oh poo.)

7.  So I write her back, and let her know that the offer is open for a while, and when her life slows down enough, I would love to take her to dinner. 

So that happened.  But now what do I do?  I talked to my friend Nick about it.  Yes, Supervan Nick.  Nick has women throwing themselves at him.  The problem is, he's never really had to work hard at this like I do.  He barely gets words out before women dive right at him. 

But I needed advice, so I explained everything to him.  He said, "You have to woo her, man!"


But what does that mean anymore?  Is it okay to take a peek through her Facebook page?  I mean, we've been Facebook friends for a few years.  Do I bring her chocolate and flowers?  That might a bit over the top. 

Do I happen to stop by her place with a boom box?


No.  No one would agree that's a good idea.

I remember in grade school when "secret admirers where all the rage.


But it's not such a secret anymore is it?  I mean, anything that would happen "from a secret admirer" would immediately be linked to me.  And honestly, I don't want a restraining order filed against me. 

What to do?  What to do?  What to do?  Do I give her space, and wait a few months?  How much asking out is too much?  I guess the best thing to do is get more advice from a few friends.  Like I said, a bunch of us all hang out in the same place, and we all know each other.  So maybe they will have some insight.  But then again, this could all get much weirder, and I'll end up writing a second part to this blog post. 

Monday, July 20, 2015

Rich People Are Weird, Or, How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Act Like A House-Elf

Well, this was certainly a change of scenery.  The last maintenance job I did, I was ran off the property by gun wielding thugs in Section 8 apartments downtown.  I ended up writing three blogs about it.  So last week they sent me to the Pierhouse Channelside Luxury Apartments.  Here's the view:


Let me come straight out with it.  Rich people are weird.  There were a few rules that are considered standard there, and not found anywhere else.

1.  Don’t look at the residents. 



It seems the residents do not like to be looked at.  I guess my psychic abilities have the power to creep into their minds..... but only if I look directly into their souls.

2.  Don’t talk to the residents unless spoken to first.

...... Yes.... Mammie?

 

3.  Do not use the restroom in the office.  Use the ones by the pool area. 

 

I guess the whole, “separate but equal” thing still flies down here.

4.  Do not walk through the pool area, even if you have to go to the restroom.  Residents don’t like the hired help being around them when they are trying to concentrate while “pooling.” 
 
I should be a good house-elf.  The sign of a good house-elf is that he/she does all the housework without being seen.

 

So if I really have to pee, I can’t go in the office, but I can’t go through the pool area to get to the restroom I am supposed to go to?  I think I am a touch confused.  I mean, I could make like a dog, and go on a tree, but there are cameras everywhere, and I don’t want to end up on the internet as, “Sick weirdo thinks he’s a dog.”

 

 

Now, for a few musings to my porter co-workers that are sent to the Pierhouse.  There are a few things they should know if they are sent there in the future.

1.  You need a key to get anywhere. 

 

The whole place is in lockdown.  You cannot get into any part of the building without a key.  Which is fine.  But sometimes they need a few hours to track down a key for you.  They just don’t grow on trees you know.

2.  The dogs are a lot like the owners.

 

This is kind of weird.  Not bad, but just weird.  Usually any apartment complex I go to the dogs will come up and want to slobber all over me.  That’s fine.  Since I am dealing with garbage most of the time, I smell like garbage, and the dogs just love that!  So I play with the dogs, we rub each other bellies, and we all have a good time. 

 

But at the Pierhouse, the dogs ignore me.  I’ve never seen anything like it.  They just walk on by.  True story, I was on my hands and knees unwrapping a garden hose, and a resident with a boxer (the dog, not the fighter) came by.  The boxer gave me one sniff and just walked on by.  I was hoping for at least a face lick or something.  But nothing.  Again, it’s not a bad thing, just a weird thing.

3.  In three days I spent a total of 18 hours moving dirt downhill with a garden hose.  Seriously.  The parking garage needed “cleaned.”  So I figured I was going to take a pressure washer, and get rid of the oily spots.  No.  I was moving the dirt on the ground downhill with a garden hose.  I asked, “Why can’t I just use a blower?  I could knock it out in 20 minutes.”  I was told, “The residents don’t like dirt on their vehicles.  The blower would stir up too much dust and dirt.” 

 

If the residents don’t like dirt they are living on the wrong planet.  But what do I know?  I only have a History degree and not a science degree.  (Sidenote:  I couldn’t pass the chemistry.)

 

But let’s break down the water usage. 

3 gallons a minute X 60 minutes = 180 gallons an hour.

180 gallons X 18 hours = 3240 gallons of water.

Personally, I think that’s an awful waste of water just to move some dirt around.  And that was just one parking garage.  There is another one that needs to be “cleaned.”

4.  And speaking of the garage, the next time I am told to clean it, I want to update my life insurance.  It’s not so bad when I am on the 3rd story.  However, on Friday I was standing right in front of the garage entrance with a water hose praying that I would not be ran over by a yuppie assault vehicle. 

 

Those people were flying in and out of the garage around a blind curve.  I was sure they would find my corpse with a backwards Mercedes Benz  or Lexus logo smashed into my face.  I mean, can you imagine me lying in a coffin with that damned logo on my face?  They can’t spackle a corpse.  That logo is going to be there no matter what.

 

I was hoping that they would have a “Men Working” sign, but I guess they figured I wasn’t working that hard.
 
 
 
So that's my story, and I'm sticking to it.  I only ended up working there three days.  They had already hired someone permanently, and were waiting on the paperwork and drug test to come back.  I was just temping until then.  So I will be off to my next assignment.  Maybe it will be crazy enough to write about?

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Draught of Living Death? Wait what?

So I was doing my usual mindless job today.  In fact, it was even more mindless than usual today.  Frankly, I had eight hours plus an hour for lunch to let my mind completely wander.  During the day, I got to thinking about a scene in one of the Harry Potter movies.  Something always bugged me about it.

Now, I know Harry Potter fans love to nitpick the books and movies.  And even J.K. Rowling has admitted to some goof-ups in the early books.  But there was one thing that bugged me.  That would be the draught of living death. 



It is first mentioned my potions Professor Snape in the first book.  However, in the sixth book, Professor Horace Slughorn has his advanced potions class make some of the draught on their first day. 



For those unfamiliar, here is the movie scene.


Now, there are a few differences between the movie and the book.  The Harry Potter Wiki says this about the draught:

The Draught of Living Death is a very powerful sleeping potion.

So in the books it's referred to as a sleeping potion, but in the movie Slughorn says that Harry's just made potion was made so well it could kill everyone in the room.  Either way, this is some really dangerous stuff.

It got me to thinking about my high school chemistry teacher.  I won't mention his name, but he was an unlikable man who looked like an albino Irishman.  He was also skinny on the verge of malnutrition, and had a very large nose. 

I was thinking what if he taught our chemistry class how to make roofies or cyanide?  I mean, isn't the draught of living death pretty much a really strong roofie?  Why in the cold hell would you teach a bunch of teenagers how to make that kind of thing?

And let's look at the movie version of that potion.  There are a number of Slytherins in that potions class including Draco Malfoy.  Do you really want to teach that lot how to make a potion even stronger than cyanide?  I mean, talk about bad ideas. 

Can you imagine the chaos that would be caused by a teacher teaching that kind of thing in the muggle world?  Why in the dickens would that sort of thing be allowed at Hogwarts?  I really think Rowling missed the boat with that idea.

This lead me to something else.  Who in the world would insure Hogwarts.  After all the stuff that has happened to students, who would be their insurance carrier?  I bet they get dropped from their carrier every year.  Something to think about.

Saturday, July 11, 2015

Bad Luck

In 1992 I heard something I had never heard before.  Real punk rock.  At the time I had no idea it was punk rock.  All I know was it was a brutally honest song called "Bad Luck."  I can't believe it got played on regular radio, and I only heard it the one time.  It would be years before I heard it again.  That's when I tried expand my punk rock collection beyond the Ramones and Rancid.  That's when I learned that Social Distortion sang this song that I had only heard once, but still remembered. 


Frankly, this blog is about to take a turn to the dark side.  This is the song that they will play as I am buried.  My life has been a series of bad luck, and most of it due to my own making.  Admittedly, I have had some really dumb stuff happen to me, but my attitude has taken even the most average screw-up into dumb shit territory.

I've been fired from pretty much every job I have had.  It's tough to work your way up in the world when you have to start all over again every four months.  There were times where I could have kept my mouth shut or walked away, but didn't.  There were times I overreacted and it cost me dearly. 

For almost a decade I was in pain due to a stupid gall bladder.  I could've/ should've/ would've had it removed if I only would have known what was wrong with me.  All the doctors just treated me like I was a pain med seeking addict.  They never tried to due something as simple as an ultrasound.  (A family doctor in Chattanooga finally did an ultrasound, and found out my gall bladder looked like a bag of sand.)  Heck, I even had X-rays, and they couldn't find anything.  Spending a decade in pain, and barely being able to walk sometimes really had an effect on my attitude.  But I can't blame it for me being me.

I haven't had many relationships, but I really think that I gave up on them rather than try to work on them.  I know it takes two to tango, but I know I could have tried harder.  I only have two ex-girlfriends, and they both hate me with a passion.

When you're 20 people understand that you are going to be a jackass.  Heck, I think Blink 182 said it best when they said, "Nobody likes you when you're 23."  But, in a month I will be pushing 39, and no one really likes it when "an old guy" just doesn't fucking get it.  By that age people stop giving you the benefit of the doubt.  There is a limit to the amount of bullshit people are willing to put up with, and the older you get, the lower that limit becomes.

Social D. sang in Bad Luck,

Some people like to gamble,
But you always lose.

Well, I'm starting to wonder how long my losing streak will go on.  Frankly, there is just so much losing a man can take.  There is a famous quote that says, "Be the change you want to see in the world."  Yeah, that's nice, but it doesn't really work when you are your own worst enemy. 

Some would say I am eccentric, but let's be honest.  Only famous people can get away with that.  No one would let Lady Gaga come to work in a meat suit if she were pulling an office job 8-5.  And let's be honest again, I'm somewhat talented, but not nearly talented enough to be an accepted eccentric. 

So what do I do?  I'm old and getting older.  Lately, I have been trying not to do anything because that takes money, and that's something I don't have a lot of.  I realize it comes down to getting a better job, but I don't interview well.  And when I'm interviewing against 50 other people I'm not going to be the "winner" of any job competition. 

I just wonder if I am reaching the end of my rope here.  I can't keep putting life on hold.  I'm pretty much at the halfway point of my life, and it's not getting any longer.  Something just needs to get adjusted.  Something needs to happen.

Monday, July 6, 2015

Nick's Van, Part 1: SUPERVAN!

I do what I can to help out friends.  I am lucky in my situation that I have a lot of woodworking equipment.  So when they need me to help them with woodworking projects, I always try to help.

So when my friend Nick asked me to help him work on his van, I was like, "Sure, no problem."  However, I didn't know just how much work was needed. 

This is Nick's Van, nay.... SUPERVAN!



Nick has decided to stick it to the man by living by his own code like.... I don't know a samurai or something.  Anyway, he has taken this Dodge Transit Van and made it his home and transportation.  So he is making it as comfortable as he can.  That's where I come in.  I am helping with the upgrades.

First thing, we live in Florida so it is hot all the time.  All Floridians have a story about running their A/C on Christmas.  So making sure this van was insulated was step number one.



As you can see the silver stuff is the insulation.  It really took two people to put that up.  Me to hold it, and Nick to adjust it, and put screw the wood beams in to hold it in place.


We had to do a lot of measuring and cutting around to make sure the hole in the ceiling for the fan was cut just right.  In fact, the insulation came on one giant roll so there was a lot of measuring and cutting all around.  This job took a lot of time.  Namely, because we had to move a lot of stuff out of the van so we could reach the entire roof. 


That's one fine looking fan.

The next part took somewhere between 137 hours and infinity.  I have to say this Van work has taken place over many days.  So when Nick decided he wanted some cabinets, he wanted them his way dammit. 

We spent a lot of time just making the template.  It was a lot of trial and error.  But we finally got that done.  Then we went through about 18 design changes.  In the end, Nick wanted a flat across the front cabinet.  And he wanted the bottom to be curved.  This took a lot of work between many types of tools such as a table router, band-saw, miter saw, scroll saw, two type of sanders, and hand planner.  Not to mention all the brad nails and glue that got thrown around.  In the end, this is what ended up becoming of that work.




Hey, that's not too shabby.  Today we put it all together with brackets and added the bottoms.  That will be covered in part 2.

There will also be more cabinets for the other side of the van.  Hopefully, now that we've made one set, the next set will go much quicker. 

Speaking of brackets, that took some time.  You see, Nick had bought some metal, and was all like, "Dude, I'll make my own brackets."  So he did.  It took a lot of time, but we got brackets.  And some funny pictures of Nick with the metal.  It was metal, so he wanted a very metal pose.


So, here's how to make brackets.

1.  Get giant piece of metal in the picture.
2.  Get blowtorch.
3.  Make some brackets.
4.  Run out of material to soder it together.
5.  Make run to Lowes.
6.  Make run to Home Depot when Lowes hasn't stocked the soder yet.
7.  Come back home and reload machine.
8.  Make more brackets.
9.  Paint brackets with sealer.
10.  Wait a few hours.
11.  Paint brackets with white paint to match the van.
12.  Wait a few more hours.
13.  Now you have brackets!!!!

But why did we need so many brackets?  Well, it was Nick's most ambitious part of the project to date.  He was going to put a solar panel on the top of the van.  That's the best way to stick it to the man!  Why pay for power when you live in Florida, and the sun is in your face 14 hours a day?  Take that pure solar power and put it to good use.


So Nick decided to put the solar panel so the wires would run through the hole where the fan was located.  We used self tapping metal screws to hold down the brackets that were attached to the solar panel.  Nick then used chalk to seal up the holes to make sure no rainwater came down into the van.


I played gofer, and kept running up and down the ladder getting things.


So then we came inside for a break.  As we drank cold water inside, Nick looks on his computer, and finds out that folks who have put their solar panels on their vans like Nick, have done it the other way.  In that, they run the power cables not through the fan, but to the back where there is a hole for a security camera. 

That leads to the least fun part of the project.  To make a long story short, we had to undo everything, reverse the brackets, and put the panel facing the other way.  Maybe if it was wood, it wouldn't have been so bad, but metal is unforgiving, and we didn't want to drill new holes.  It look a few hours in the worst part of the day to get it reversed.  By the end, we were dehydrated and Nick was as red as a lobster. 


In all fairness, he really should have worn a shirt. 

But, after a long and grueling task, we managed to get everything squared away.  But now comes the fun part.  It all has to be hooked up.  I'm going to cover that in Part 2.  I also suggested that Nick put stripes or a unicorn or something on the side to make his SUPERVAN even more super.  He said no.  But maybe he'll change his mind when Part 2 is written. 

Stay tuned!

Monday, June 29, 2015

The Greatest Insult And A Turn To The Dark Side

Believe it or not, I do my homework before I write a post.  I gather the pictures I want for it.  I look into information relevant to my blog story.  This post was supposed to rather lighthearted and funny in a juvenile way.  However, as I was looking for information, I found something that took this story in a very different direction.  Let me start at the beginning.

This blog post was originally going to be about the greatest insult I ever directed at someone.  It was simply going to be called, "The Greatest Insult I Ever Hurled."  Frankly, it's about this kid that annoyed everyone.  He always had to try be the center of attention even though he was so damn uncool.  He acted tough, but would never throw a punch, even to defend himself.  I have, honestly, never met another person like this in my life.  Even the adults hated this kid. 

Here's a true story.  One adult had heard so much about this kid, that he specifically kept an eye on him when a group of us kids were together, just to see what the other adults and kids were talking about.  He told me that after watching him, he now understood what everyone meant.  Namely that this kid brought trouble upon himself.

Now, if you have noticed by now, I have not used his name or even a fake name.  There is a reason for that.  And you will find out why shortly.  I will just use the designation, "----" instead of his real name.  So here's what happened that lead to the greatest insult.

The year was 1992.  "----" thought he was great at everything.  Music, sports, whatever.  Since he was white, and thought he could rap, he was all about Vanilla Ice a few years previous.  Yes, this Vanilla Ice.



"----" was running his mouth again and said something incredibly stupid. 

Another kid, Mark, asked, "----" have you ever been cool in your life?"

That's when I said, "Oh yes, "----" was cool..... and then Vanilla Ice went out of style."

That's when everyone fell down in laughter for the next minute or two.  The truth is I'm not good at quick comebacks, but this kid made it too easy.  I had heard so much about Vanilla Ice from this kid, that it was like shooting fish in a barrel.  And that's why everyone else thought it was so funny.  They knew exactly what I was talking about.

But what happens to a kid like that?  What becomes of the greatest douche I have ever met?  Well, I looked him up and found that he's a registered sexual offender.  That's right.  He was found guilty of 4th degree felony sexual assault (incapacitated victim.)

I mean, he had a criminal record before that, and I knew about that stuff.  It was minor stuff like driving without a license, giving a false name to an officer, dealing in stolen property.  But he was also found guilty of stalking which is not so minor.  But in looking over all his arrests, it just seems like his behavior has escalated with each arrest.  And I have to wonder all the things he did that he wasn't caught for. 

In the end, I had a lot of mixed feeling on whether I should use his name, a fake name, or initials on this blog.  However, I don't feel like it's my place to play town crier though.  He is listed on the sexual offender website(s.)  So if someone is looking specifically for him, they will find him.  Or if he is in the neighborhood of someone, he will show up in the database.  Frankly, I don't need to add to his misery.  For his entire life he has done nothing but bring misery to himself.  Honestly, he has reaped what he has sewn.

Monday, June 22, 2015

Hood Problems: Part 3, Lost Drawers

This is the third part of my Hood Problems series.

Here is part 1:

http://angjellockheart.blogspot.com/2015/06/hood-problems-part-1-strangers-with.html

Part 2:

http://angjellockheart.blogspot.com/2015/06/hood-problems-part-2-retaliation.html

When I get sent to apartment complexes to perform maintenance work, there is one thing that is more certain than death or taxes.  That is garbage.  Or more correctly, I would say litter.  Lots of litter thrown carelessly everywhere.  In the hood, I found a staggering amount of soda and alcohol bottles.  That's nothing new.

However, at each apartment complex I always find something odd.  I remember the first time I found an adult diaper half buried in a corner of a complex.  I have found a semi truck tire hanging near the dumpster one time.  However, the hood complex I was at had something that made me shake my head.  Drawers.  And not just one.  I found a surprising number of drawers underneath cars in the parking lots.


No, not those type of drawers.  Men's underwear.  However, since I blog on blogger, I am not allowed to post sexy images, so I have to post the closest thing I can.  But you get the idea.

This lead me to thinking, "Why are there so many drawers on the ground?  How can guys lose them at this kind of rate?"  Well, it may have something to do with how they wear their pants in the hood.



And before anyone says, "That's racist!," please know that every adult male I saw at that complex had his pants like that.  Every one except the probation officer who was there to check on one of his "clients."  He didn't wear his pants like that.  But every adult male who lived there did.

Of course, they could have been cast aside by Underpants Gnomes who realized there was no way they were going to make a profit off them.


But anyway, let me get back to being a bit serious for the story.  My day is boring.  Extremely boring.  Even my bosses know this, and let me listen to my I-pod all day.  So when something as weird as drawers hidden underneath cars shows up, it brings a bit of excitement to my day.  It just makes a great story to tell your co-workers during an otherwise boring day.  It also makes a somewhat good blog.