Walmart

So I've been working at Walmart for all of about a week and a half (that is an exact figure). I've discovered that people of Walmart.com was all photographed at Utah Walmarts... I've seen cross-dressing men, old ladies with no teeth, foreigners, and reeeeeeally fat people riding in the handicapped shopping carts.
I've had a couple douchey customers now. One guy got frustrated when I couldn't find "turkey breast" (which by the way... isn't a kind of turkey) and he stormed off after accusing me of not being able to do my job. I'm glad I got the "dude, it's my second day!" in before he shrugged his shoulders and stormed off.
I had this old lady today that yelled at me for being in the back at the fryer instead of helping her (I was left alone in the deli without knowing I was alone) so she yelled at me for having to wait for MAYBE 30 seconds, and then using her best "old lady has a tiny voice" voice to order, luckily she pointed to the left side of the hot case, and I heard "two" so I pointed at the corndogs and asked, "two corndogs?" and she nodded, and then when I pulled out a bag and started grabbing 2 corndogs she yelled, suddenly finding a voice, "I SAID SHRIMP! SHRIMP!! THAT'S THREE TIMES NOW!" and then she went back to her tiny voice and ordered one of every kind of chicken in the case, including the buffalo boneless wings, which I'm sure may have caused her at the least alot of discomfort, and at the most... death
and the other day I had this Indian chick come to the hot case and ask for "chicken roast"... so I say, "rotisseri chickens? down there" and she looks down and laughs at me and says "chicken roast" and I say, "I don't know what you want, what do you want *pointing to the hot case. so she points vaugely in the area of mozzerella sticks... success! and she says, "one" so I get a little cup and put 1 in there and ask, "just the one?" and she says, "NO!" and "*mumbling in semi English-Indian." so I say, "I don't know what you want" "do you have paper and a pen?" (asks the unhelpful gentleman behind her in line (how is she going to write her order when she can't even SPEAK English! finally she decides to actually use her words and she says, rolling her eyes, "one p*phlegm*ounde" (sound it out).
I work with a lesbian who let me know by telling me "I lick snatch"... thanks for that...
I work with 4 Iran/Iraq/some other country over there women, 1 of which is helpful and can speak fairly good English, 1 that is less helpful and speaks slightly less English, and 2 that aren't much help and don't speak much English... at least while I'm around, though I'm convinced that the younger one is just getting out of doing things.
Overall it's not a bad job, I cook all the stuff in the hotcase: fried chicken, popcorn shrim/chicken, potato wedges, mashed potatos... etc. I work with a good bunch of people, my boss isn't a dick... the only real complaint so far is that my schedule is nowhere near consistant. but for now I'm happy there...

Weekend of Awesomeness!

So I guess at least one of you wasn't aware that I was going to be in California last weekend... oh well, here's the whole story, unedited for time, but I won't post all the pictures. If you want to see the whole visual tour of the trip you'll need to see my photos on Facebook or ask me when you are over here sometime.

Me and Ridd and Thomas had decided to drive out to San Jose, California to watch the Utes play the Spartans. We don't know why or how we came to the decision that this was a good idea... Well anyway, we left Salt Lake after Ridd got off work Friday morning (he works 24 EMT shifts). We left around 10:30-ish. The plan was to stop at Wendover and Reno and then get to our hotel in Fremont, CA, and maybe stop at some other stuff on the way depending how it felt. We got to Wendover right around noon and decided to eat something there, Thomas knew a little burger joint. We all enjoyed our burgers, lightly complained about the prices, and left.

We had seen something online about "the World's Largest Stuffed Polar Bear" being in Elko, so when we stopped for gas, we had to see this thing. He's called White King and he's like 10 and a half feet tall! So we stood there for a second and decided to go ahead and put a couple bucks in a slot machine while we were there...

This is my first ever gambling winnings!

We left Elko and drove through the rest of the nothingness until we got to Reno. We all wanted to stop in Reno because none of us had done a Vegas weekend when we turned 21, so we wanted to make up for this shame and put 20 bucks on a blackjack table and find out what the fuss was all about. Well they weren't playing Blackjack at the time so we put our money into some slots. Needless to say Thomas and Ridd both lost 20 bucks a few pennies at a time (I only lost 10). At one point we thought to leave the penny slots and hit a quarter machine... that only sped up the losing.

By this time it was starting to get dark and we knew we still had about 5 hours of driving ahead of us, plus the hardest bit going through Donner Pass. I drove out of Reno and when we hit the canyon I remembered driving through it on the way to Tahoe so it was no big deal, except for the construction. We had to detour off the road a good half hour and go on this windy mountain road. When we got through the pass and to Sacramento we filled up again and Thomas took over the drive to Fremont (about 20 minutes north of San Jose). We got to our hotel, the "Good Nite Inn" which was the cheapest hotel in the San Jose area, but for 50 bucks this place was by no means a "hole" it was really a nice joint.

Now for Saturday, which we knew was going to be rough on us...

We had to get up around 6:30 and get ready to leave and hit the 7:50 BART (Bay-Area-Rapid-Transit) train, which we rode up to San Francisco using only one transfer. This is kind of a fun train ride as it goes under the bay and you can feel your ears pop. We got to San Fran early so we could get on the 9:00 Alcatraz tour and still have enough time to see the rest of the area attractions. We got off the train and we knew there was a light rail system that runs right up the Embarcadero (the street that runs North/South along the bay that all the piers jut off of). We saw a train, but we couldn't find anywhere to buy a ticket for it, like TRAX. We wandered around a little bit and decided to just walk over to the Embarcadero and maybe we'd see a ticket stand over there. We walked east and hit this big building with a farmer's market outside and a bunch of little shops inside (or more importantly, a bathroom!)

When those that needed to go...went, we started walking north up the Embarcadero. It was raining and cold in San Francisco. I had anticipated it being a little cold and maybe some fog in the morning, but I didn't even bring a jacket to California! Well we never could find a ticket stand so we just walked up the piers (it's a good 2.5 mile walk from the train to where we thought the tours left from). We pass a bunch of little "Bay Tours" and ships that take people out AROUND Alcatraz but we didn't see the one that takes you to the island and drops you off. there are shops all along there and we hit "Pier 39" which is the main touristy pier. Fisherman's Wharf is along past that in the 40s.

Once we got to Pier 39 we realized that the tours take off from a little bit back the way we came (around pier 33 I think) so we turn around and get rained on a little bit more. We finally get to this place and buy our tickets for the 10:30 tour! Plans are going smoothly so far...

This is Thomas waiting for the boat

We get over to the island and take the audio tour, walking around to all these posters they have on the walls depicting some escapes or certain memorable moments in the prison's history. The audio tour consists of 4 former inmates and 4 former guards all telling stories about the parts of the prison you are supposed to be walking through at the time. We got to see the three cells the the men depicted in the movie "Escape from Alcatraz" escaped from. There was even a tiny number 433 on the bars of the cell that Al Capone spent most of his time in.

and that's the ONLY mention of Al Capone in the tour

We ended up walking around the island for probably a good 2 hours and decided we needed to get back and eat something (if you noticed we've only eaten the one time in Wendover). On the ride back from the island I saw... Valerie Chipman? So I waved at her and said, "hey Valerie." Apparently this means, in some odd language, "Come on over and sit next to me and my two friends you don't know and we'll talk about my family and what everyone is up to these days" I guess it was okay for her to do that, it just got a little weird after the initial, "so what the hell are you doing here?"
We left the boat and walked back up to Pier 39 to visit a couple little shops along the pier. I found a cool lead-paint-tainted shot glass (so I might not be using that one mom ;) We then walked to the end of the pier which, if you don't know, is where a good thousand seals hang out on these floating docks.
for the sake of Kristine showing this to Josh, yes these seals are all alive

Bytheway seals smell like cows dipped in salt water. We left the seals (because, really what is there to do watching seals) and left pier 39 to get up to Fisherman's Wharf and some lunch. Thomas had been looking forward to getting clam chowder in a sourdough bread bowl. Since I don't like any fish type anythings, and I'm not a huge fan of sourdough, I had tortellini. We ate in this little restaraunt that couldn't decide if it was a fancy place or not. By that, I mean, the waiters all wore tuxes, but the decor and plates screamed chain restaraunt like Applebees or something.

We left the Wharf and decided to take our chances on the light rails because we were on a deadline to get everthing done before kickoff at 7:30. We guess, correctly, that you just pay as you get on the car, like a bus. On the train some woman asked me if they could just ride this all the way to the end of the line... Her husband simply said, "Look at his shirt" (which was a Utah shirt with a camera around my neck)

We got back on the BART and got back to Fremont at about a quarter after 4. We had plans to drive down to San Jose and go to the Winchester Mystery House, which we knew was a 2 hour tour, so we were a little short for time. We ended up just missing the "special" tour which takes you to more rooms and behind the scenes, but we went on the regular 65 minute version which takes you to all the main attractions.

If you don't care to click the link, the Winchester Mystery House is this mansion in San Jose which was built by the widow of the Winchester rifle creator, Sarah Winchester. Legend has it that after the deaths of her daughter, and then husband, Sarah spoke to a spiritual medium in Boston. The medium apparently told her that her family had been killed by the spirits of all those killed by her husband's rifle, and the only way to ensure they wouldn't get to her was to build a house, and keep building a house. She bought an 8 room farmhouse and started adding on to it.... and adding on to it... The place was under construction 24 hours a day, 7 days a week... for 38 YEARS!! She build all sorts of crazy rooms, and stairways to the ceiling, and twists and turns to confuse the ghosties.


My camera ended up dying before the end of the tour so I didn't get a picture of some other cool stuff, like the chimney that they just didn't build all the way to the outside, or the front door that only Sarah Winchester and the men who installed in ever walked through. It really is an interesting place and I'll go back if I'm ever in San Jose agian, I'd recommend it to anyone visiting the Bay Area.

We left the Winchester at about 7:00, with a ten minute or so drive to the stadium, we were feeling pretty good about all the stuff we'd seen today. We were "Butts in Seats" 10 minutes before kickoff. You probably heard about the game, or you probably don't care, so I'll just say, the Utes didn't play particularly well, the offense couldn't sustain any momentum so the defense got a little tired but by the end we won and that's all that matters.

NOW Thomas had to be back at work by 2:00 Sunday afternoon.... This meant we had to drive ALL NIGHT to get back in time! We left the stadium and topped off the gas, and bought supplies (energy drinks, Powerade, a couple snacks). And we started the drive, Ridd first. We all agreed that one person would sleep in the back seat while the two other's stayed awake, when the driver got too tired to continue we'd stop and the passenger would take over, the sleeper would move to shotgun, and the driver would get some sleep. Ridd drove to Sacramento and we decided to get something to eat, we were all starving and WAY too tired to be driving. We eventually found a Denny's thanks to the GPS in the Prius.

After we ate we all felt great! I felt awake but it wasn't my turn to drive, I'd be sitting next to Tom. Tom got about halfway through Donner's Pass before he got too tired and pulled over. This was not really good news becuase Tom only drove about an hour... if we had to stop every hour to switch I don't think we would have made it. So I take over driving in the Pass... only it's 4 in the morning this time, and there's construction you'll remember. They have those really "too bright to be allowed to shine in tired driver's faces" lights set up, there's this concrete barrier on my left and the edge of a canyon barrier on my right... This is as terrified driving as I've ever been. Looking back, I really shouldn't have been driving.

Obviously I made it out of the canyon and I got a good 2 hours in before I had to pull over and get some sleep. I ended up not having to drive the rest of the way! Ridd drove through sunrise (I just couldn't make it even though I was trying), then Tom took over and drove the rest of the way (probably a good 4-5 hours).

Well we made it back to Salt Lake by 1, so Tom had time to even shower before going to work, the poor sap. I went home and promptly fell asleep on the couch for 4 hours. I still feel a little worn out, even after 2 whole days of normal routine and I will NEVER do that drive again! At least not until it's been a while and I forget how hard it really was...

Funny/weird Dream

So I woke up this morning at like 9:30 ish and promptly fell back asleep and woke up again about an hour later, in that time I had this dream:

So we are all going to a campground, but it's a place with cabins that looks (mostly but not exactly) like Julie and Seth's house. There's a bunch of these tiny white "cabins" lined up. We get there, we unpack, it's uneventful really... but then everyone has to leave to go work on some shirts (I don't know if we are making shirts like a queer YM/YW activity or something or if we work there or what). Well me and Stacy don't have much to do, there just isn't that much work to do, so me and her leave and go for a walk (no sign of Kali in the dream, sorry :( we go walking around this big pond area behind the cabins. While back there I decide to try some fishing.

(about the pond, it's like half-pool it's vaguley rectangular on one long side and one short side which has a diving board, but the other two walls of the pool don't have cement and aren't rectangular, make sense?

So I cast the line out into the middle of this pond and start walking back towards Stacy when I get a bite! but I try reeling it in and it's stuck, so I think I may have just snagged on some weeds, but then the line starts moving with a fish on it so I reel it in... and this good sized (about 16 inches long) fish comes out. So I have Stacy take some pictures of the fish on the line. (It looked something like the sharks in this video only less sharky, darker color more like a fish: VID

But I go to let the fish off the line and I get creeped out! I don't want to touch the thing, it's creepy looking and I hate fish, so I decide to just lay the pole down on the ground with the line in the water until I can get someone else to do it. So as I put the fish in the water another fish just like this one jumps out of the water! just behind Stacy, and it kind of crawls forward a little bit and I say "hey, I just put that other fish back in the water, go back in there!" and so the fish slowly wriggles itself back into the water...

Just then someone comes walking up with me and Stacy's shorts (I guess the rest of the family was making shorts and shirts and was done with the shorts) she goes to pick up the fishing pole but I tell her what's going on and she drops it and saunters off.

Then Dad comes walking by, and I stop him and I tell him "hey dad, I've got this fish on the line over here but I don't want to touch it to get it off, will you do it?" and he's like "cool, of course" So Dad picks up the line and starts reeling in, I look to the bottom of the water and I see a fish that looks bigger than the one I hooked but I assume it's just the water magnifying it....
Then out of no where this fish comes shooting out of the water, and it was as giant as I thought, it's like 20 feet long! and HUGE! and it almost lands on me and Dad but we get out of the way and it's sitting there with it's giant mouth. and dad looks at me "you caught a fish that big?" and then I woke up. it looked kind of like a whale shark:

EPIC! The new Disneyland...

LA Times

School Starts Today

I officially start school again today! I'm not taking as many classes as any of you want me to, and I don't care. I'm just taking the one math class I need to get back up to speed in math, I need something like MATH 1030 and 1040 but I tested into MATH 1010. So I'm just taking the one class, and it's online. I'm not taking more than that because I didn't go talk to a councilor to ask what other classes I need to finish as SLCC. Yes I still have time to go talk to a councilor and get into maybe a couple more classes, but I don't want to, so stop suggesting I do this or that, this is all I'm doing.... that is all.

No news, just a fun post

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-zLkailhsqk

this video won't let you embed, but he's way better than the overhyped Susan Boyle. enjoy

Costco sucks

So I had an interview with Costco, like 2 weeks ago just about. The lady who interviewed me said I'll probably make a decision and give you a call on Friday... Well on Friday I was in Mesquite, but I didn't get a call anyways. Then again on Saturday, I should have called because this woman hasn't called me ONCE during the process, even to get an interview I called her and she said "oh, okay I thought I called you, come in at 4." So I should have called her on Saturday, but I didn't because one, I wanted to give her an extra day (maybe she was busy Friday and couldn't call me) and two, I was afraid that because she hadn't called the answer was "no". Well she didn't call, and then last week came and left with no call, further verifying to me that I didn't get the job.
So Mom went to Costco to shop and she saw my friend David in the food court area and she went up to talk to him and according to her, according to him "the managers are all out of town this week so that's why I didn't get a call, so I shouldn't give up hope, they would be back on Friday." Well Friday came and I didn't get a call, but I figured "they'll call tomorrow or even Monday, heck they just got back from out of town, I wouldn't want to work either." Mom told me to give them until Monday, and then I should call them. Well I again didn't want to call yesterday for the reasons above.
So today I'm awoken by David's ring tone, and he tells me.... "Because they took so long to call you, last weekend Costco put on a hiring freeze, so they can't hire you now anyways." !!! **Mom stop reading**

WHAT THE FUCK!!! So because my dumb ass didn't call them Saturday from Mesquite or any time last week, or on Friday when they all got back, I wasted another opportunity to get a good job and now I'm down to relying on the damn Postal Service again, though I haven't been hired over there yet, and talking to Clay I have to start my shift between 4 and 6 p.m. in order to stay there because people earlier in the day are being sent home early when there isn't any mail to key.

Dear, anyone who likes BYU...EAT IT!

That, my friends is one: Stevenson Sylvester, he's BAD ASS! That, my friends is also the bad ass himself stuffing the white man's "haka"

Dentist

So I had to go to the dentist today for the 6 monthy deal. I've never "hated" the Dentist's office until the last two times... now I hate the Dentist. So after last time, which was so dang painful, I started flossing begging in May (which is only a month and a half I know but shut up) and I thought I was doing such a good job, I probably missed like 5 or 6 times since May. But wouldn't you know it, freaking hurt! I swear they dig those mini picks into your gums with no regard for NERVE ENDINGS! So maybe I'm not flossing properly, or maybe I have to go buy an electric toothbrush and a water pic?

84 DAYS!

84 days till Utah versus Utah State!.... slow sports time of year

This is what the kids are up to now-days

Forget Susan Boyle

so a couple weeks ago when that Britan's Got Talent contestant Susan Boyle was running around all over the interweb, I watched the video...and I wasn't impressed. She was better than I had expected her to be but that's why that video was running wild, but she was not by my reconing amazing at all.
So today I can't sleep it's 1:34 a.m. 5/12 and I come across this:


More unexpected, more amazing, and actually good, instead of just surprising enough people to trick them into believing she's got a great voice... now circulate this one until the next dumb video comes around.

Call me next November

for some reason the universe has seen fit to take a dump on my face as often as possible in the last couple weeks. Really unnecessary universe, thanks though.
This is my picture describing the last two Jazz games...

it's like the Jazz are a bunch of mildly retarded people, no matter how many times they touch the oven they just don't get that it's HOT. how many times do you need to lose to the worst teams in the league both at home and away before you realize that you aren't good enough to just jog around. Guess what Jazz? you aren't good enough! guess what Jazz? you have a road record comparable to the Minnesota Timberwolves, whom you just LOST TO AT HOME!

Brent is done watching basketball this year, it's apparent the Jazz don't care and I really have no intrest watching the Jazz get swept by the Lakers in the first round. HOPEFULLY all the players who can opt out this season do opt out, and this team will be vastly different next season. Maybe this organization will be able to find players who can motivate themselves to play an 82 game season, and motivate themselves to win in the playoffs. call me when the draft is over...

this is my new niece, Kalianna Dace. She's pretty cool, only she looks like an underpants gnome. 6 lbs. 1 ounce. 19 inches tall. she enjoys eating her fingers and blearily looking at nothing in particular, and getting caught in the rain... Matt got a picture of me holding the little one but it's just a picture of Brent holding a bunch of blankets. talk to ya later, even though no one yet knows my blog address so no one can read this yet... maybe I should get on that...

Free Throws are... FREE!!!

seriously Jazz... seriously? did they even make 50 percent against the suns? there isn't anyone guarding you, it's just you and the rim, and brick after brick after brick! and why is it that the Jazz cannot win a road fucking game. sorry for the language but it's the only word I know that expresses the full frustration of a team that continuously forgets how to play basic basketball at the end of games. tonight the Jazz were tied at 114 with 47 seconds left and they let Grant Hill hit a shot. no big deal we just have to match it or take the lead with our possession but Dwill bricks it off the front of the rim (not even close to making it) and Okur completely misses the rim and the Suns steal a victory from the Jazz. I'm so damn pissed off that no team that I have ever cared about has won a damn thing. (and no Theresa that's not why I'm a Utah fan now) I don't think the Jazz will ever win a championship and frankly I'm not 100 percent sure that the front office has "championship" on the top of their list of organizational goals. I'm going to bed...

Don't get used to this

I'm really only starting this because it's a Saturday afternoon and I'm bored waiting for the best T.V. show ever, Battlestar Galactica, to begin its final episode. And I'm sitting here reading my sister's blogs so what the heck it probably won't take very long to set this up...and here I am, but don't get used to me blogging much, I honestly don't have anything to say. (hence the name)