Jeez... I have to think of another title?

Contrary to the trend made by my two previous posts, I still very much enjoy living at Audubon Downs. I also still think Tigger could be an alright guy if he would learn to see things from another person's point of view. He really needs to relax and quit taking out his anger in the form of passive-aggression. If he would find a job or something, maybe that would help him fill his day and not be so hyper-vigilant / paranoid / anal. He should consider himself VERY lucky that he is not in jail or having to pay for a lawyer or having to pay court fees or having to list ASSAULTING A MINOR on his job or security clearance applications for the rest of his life. The moron is so lucky, but he chooses to snag up the first opportunity to be vaguely justified in being an asshole to ONE of the SIX people that told the police the story of that he was the aggressor towards the minor at the pool. Looking at it this way, it only strengthens my argument that Tigger is not fit to be playing the fill-in role of courtesy officer and that he needs to know that his bad mood / temper tantrums will only be tolerated for so long as they are impeding on the rights and moods of other residents.

... and a little crappier

So I heard about this 40 oz. bottle of Bud Light that has the power to turn people into total assholes. Kacie's downstairs neighbor, Tigger, had the audacity to approach her and "be straight up" (which usually comes off as asshole-ish) about the fact that he had found this 40 oz. beer bottle in his dojo the following afternoon. Let me tell you about this guy, Tigger... he is an unemployed 30-something who recently assaulted a minor and his mother in front of multiple witnesses at the Audubon Downs pool. He has been a resident of Audubon Downs for a long time now (probably close to 10 years) so he naturally feels that his seniority is more important than anything brought to the table by us new residents.

So the fact is that yes, the bottle was probably placed and/or destroyed there as a result of the party, but under no circumstances should Tigger be the person to approach a new resident in order to let there be a better understanding of the ways and expectations of living in the community. I do believe one is responsible for cleaning up the mess left behind by guests and I know that had Kacie, Abby or myself known about this infarction, it would have been cleaned up promptly. One thing is important in getting things done, though, and it is called courtesy. Another thing is called taking progressive measures. Since this was the first offense, the courteous thing to do would have been to inform the responsible party in a nice way (especially nice in this circumstance because the bottle was found about 30 to 40 feet away from where Kacie or Abby typically walk, therefore out of the range of which they should be held strictly responsible. The first offense should have been "punished" by way of a reminder so that we can know what to look out for next time. Furthermore, the delivery of such a message should have been by somebody who has a way with people, aka a "people person", aka not Tigger.

Anyways, everybody drinks freaking Bud Light, but I guess it's only fair to pin the blame on our party / guests because it was quite a large (but still controlled) party. We all had a great time, statistics would have predicted a bottle being left somewhere proximal to the party, and Tigger is an immature prick.

Crappy night

Today I got my work review for this month (my first) at Wild Oats / Whole Foods and was actually rated excellent on most of the criterion and above standard and all the rest. So I was happy about that and rather surprised actually. After a certain point I just got very tired and especially was not looking forward to closing the deli by myself. It sucks because you cannot start closing the deli until fifteen minutes before the store closes and then you get an hour after closing to have it all done. The neat freak that I am, I like things to be organized not for the sake of organization, but for the sake of food safety and also cutting down on unnecessary costs like having two separate containers of the same food item in which only one will be tracked down and used until finally somebody finds the second container two days after it has expired (stinky). I can see that if I were to stay, I may become an assistant manager of the department because of the amount of thought I invest in efficiency and profit for the department, but I still think I will be leaving Wild Oats at the end of the summer to just work at the computer lab. Ramble on.

So, yeah, I was really tired and just wanted to hit the easy button tonight. It took me forever to close the deli (first time so far), but my managers were pretty cool about it. A good group of people there, I tell ya. By the way, I've had a bit to drink and the neighbors are jogging so I'm needing to talk to my blog, I guess. I ran this afternoon and I felt GREAT upon arriving to work and about 2/3 through my shift (ya know, until I became Mr. Lethargo) So, I came home in a sour mood to begin with and found that my puppy, Rico, had rendered my CamelBak completely useless. It's only $40, but I get attached to weird things like that. I was at my healthiest about two months after I got that CamelBak... good times. I really was super healthy. Resting heart rate of about 45 bpm and and VO2MAX of about 66 ml/kg/min. Blood pressure was sweet too, I just forgot the numbers. Ramble on.

So I have to work at the campus job 8a - 1p then Wild Oats from 3p - 11p. What's weird is that the double days are easier than just working 3p-11p. Energy is so weird. Alright, I'm done.

Lower class = Military might?

So in Norman Mailer's The Naked and the Dead, General Cummings is a pretty insightful fellow.

"Well, then, follow me out in this. And you're going to have to take my word, for I've made a study. When I was your age, a little older, the type of thing that preoccupied me was what makes a nation fight well."
"I imagine it would be a king of identity between the people and the country whether it's for good reasons or bad."
The General shook his head. "That's a liberal historian's attitude. You'd be surprised what a tiny factor that is." The lamp was beginning to sputter and he reached over to adjust the valve, his face lit rather dramatically for a moment by the light source beneath his chin. "There are just two main elements. A nation fights well in proportion to the amount of men and materials it has. And the other equation is that the individual soldier in that army is a more effective soldier the poorer his standard of living has been in the past."

Neat.