Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Not very many people can say...
...that they love their job. I seriously do. I'm actually using the knowledge that I learned in school in this job, even though I'm just an intern. Yay me!
Monday, July 12, 2010
A World Full of Michaels, Part One
OK... so I have just realized that some of the best men in my life have all been coincidentally named Michael. I don't know if it's just an oh-too-common name for a guy, or if the gift of gentlemanhood and just pure awesomeness is just automatically bestowed upon them when their parents decide to print that name on their birth certificate.
I look at my incredibly intelligent cousin, polite but badass floormate, down-to-earth but frickin' cool Broadway star, high school best friend, and even Cheesecake Factory waiter, and I say, Damn Michael, you're awesome! Why can't all guys be like you?
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When I started my internship not too long ago, I wasn't expecting to be friends with anyone. I was only going to be there for a few months, our office was kinda secluded and everyone was just in their own little space. I didn't know when I would ever have the opportunity to befriend anyone. Plus, I was content at the daily visits I received from my friends who were still in school there...
Then the elevator broke.........
Now for someone in a wheelchair, this is a DISASTER. I'm stuck on the second floor of my building at 5:oo PM when I need to catch the 5:15 train so that I could get to where I need to go by 6. My boss had left and wasn't answering her phone and the front desk receptionist was gone. Great...
Little did I know that the broken elevator would turn into a miracle in disguise. Out comes the guy who's gonna help me get out of the second floor through the physically-connected apartment complex, down two steps, and out of the building, like 50 million more times throughout the next three weeks thereafter. You could probably guess what his name was. Yup... alas, I made a friend.
Who would've guess that a guy can still be a gentleman these days... as in like soooo nice to a point where it's like, ummm... are you sure you're not like a robot programmed to make girls swoon at the sight of you? What's the catch again? I'm utterly confizzled.
After days of not seeing him, as the elevator has thankfully not broken down for a while now, another sour moment in time would turn sweet.
Remember the Oscar Grant murder case and how that dumbass BART police officer shot him when he was utterly defenseless? Well, prior to reaching the verdict last July 8, we got an email stating that we need to be careful and prepare ourselves for possible rioting and whatnot (which btw happened intensely on the streets of Oakland that night).
Well before going home, I had to turn something in to the front desk and whattayaknow, here comes Michael.
OK, first of all... for those of you who don't know, Rockridge is like a 15-minute bike ride away from the Brower Center... and he had a bike!!!
When asked why he's taking BART with me after finding out that he never takes the BART to get home, he replied:
GAH! Why is he so nice?! He volunteered to ride a potentially life-threatening train with me for $1.75 to a place that he would've gotten to in half the time just to make sure that I was safe. Granted that absolutely nothing happened while I was on the train, it was still an incredibly sweet gesture. I think he's a good guy.
Hence, I stand by my statement when I say that most, if not all, of the "Michael"s I've ever encountered are like the best people ever.
And if one of these "Michael"s are reading this, all I can say is this: Wow. You're ace.
I look at my incredibly intelligent cousin, polite but badass floormate, down-to-earth but frickin' cool Broadway star, high school best friend, and even Cheesecake Factory waiter, and I say, Damn Michael, you're awesome! Why can't all guys be like you?
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When I started my internship not too long ago, I wasn't expecting to be friends with anyone. I was only going to be there for a few months, our office was kinda secluded and everyone was just in their own little space. I didn't know when I would ever have the opportunity to befriend anyone. Plus, I was content at the daily visits I received from my friends who were still in school there...
Then the elevator broke.........
Now for someone in a wheelchair, this is a DISASTER. I'm stuck on the second floor of my building at 5:oo PM when I need to catch the 5:15 train so that I could get to where I need to go by 6. My boss had left and wasn't answering her phone and the front desk receptionist was gone. Great...
Little did I know that the broken elevator would turn into a miracle in disguise. Out comes the guy who's gonna help me get out of the second floor through the physically-connected apartment complex, down two steps, and out of the building, like 50 million more times throughout the next three weeks thereafter. You could probably guess what his name was. Yup... alas, I made a friend.
Who would've guess that a guy can still be a gentleman these days... as in like soooo nice to a point where it's like, ummm... are you sure you're not like a robot programmed to make girls swoon at the sight of you? What's the catch again? I'm utterly confizzled.
After days of not seeing him, as the elevator has thankfully not broken down for a while now, another sour moment in time would turn sweet.
Remember the Oscar Grant murder case and how that dumbass BART police officer shot him when he was utterly defenseless? Well, prior to reaching the verdict last July 8, we got an email stating that we need to be careful and prepare ourselves for possible rioting and whatnot (which btw happened intensely on the streets of Oakland that night).
Well before going home, I had to turn something in to the front desk and whattayaknow, here comes Michael.
M: Hey! How's it going?
O: Oh... ya know
M: Haha that's cool, I guess.
O: Haha, well just trying to figure out when I should go home...
M: Oh... where's home?
O: Well I have to get to Concord by BART
M: .........oh.... hmmm... BART's probably dangerous
O: hahaha yeaaaah... well... no choice here
M: hmmm... well I live in Rockridge. I don't mind taking the BART til then if you want
O: .........*dumbfounded*......what?
M: Yeah, when are you leaving?
O: I dunno, soon... sometime between now and 5:30?
M: OK, well can you give me like 20 minutes? Lemme just pack up my stuff then we can go.
OK, first of all... for those of you who don't know, Rockridge is like a 15-minute bike ride away from the Brower Center... and he had a bike!!!
When asked why he's taking BART with me after finding out that he never takes the BART to get home, he replied:
Well, I just wanna make sure you're safe.
GAH! Why is he so nice?! He volunteered to ride a potentially life-threatening train with me for $1.75 to a place that he would've gotten to in half the time just to make sure that I was safe. Granted that absolutely nothing happened while I was on the train, it was still an incredibly sweet gesture. I think he's a good guy.
Hence, I stand by my statement when I say that most, if not all, of the "Michael"s I've ever encountered are like the best people ever.
And if one of these "Michael"s are reading this, all I can say is this: Wow. You're ace.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Read if you want to hear me rant...
See, here's the thing guys. Lately, I've been finding myself stuck in the middle of all this negative energy and I can't seem to escape it no matter what I do. For all of you who know me, you can probably say that I'm a pretty positive person. I try to be happy all the time and very seldom do I burst into tears. I am open about the problems I face, but I try to put a funny twist to it or I just seem nonchalant about it.
On my very first blog post, I mentioned how important it is to let out your emotions before you go crazy, and I still stand by that. Hence, this post.
When it comes to problem-solving, I'm an optimist. I try my very best to lift up the issues the most time-efficient manner, while maintaining a positive experience. I hate confrontation, but rather, I talk things out or brush things off. As best as I can, I avoid all situations that might lead me to an argument. I never understood why people fight to an extent that noise level barriers are broken or bruises and blood are present. I feel like things can easily be handled better when voices are calm and hands are kept to yourself.
So seeing my parents fight because of the most ridiculous things is really frustrating for me. For those who know about my situation, you probably know that the issue that my parents fight about is a little more complicated than your typical marital problem. So in some instances, it's worth the fight. But for someone who lives with the constant screaming about found jewelries, phone card receipts, and locked doors, I get tired of it.
I guess you can't blame them for trying to fight for what's right, but there's gotta be a better way to do this. My ears hurt already.
On my very first blog post, I mentioned how important it is to let out your emotions before you go crazy, and I still stand by that. Hence, this post.
When it comes to problem-solving, I'm an optimist. I try my very best to lift up the issues the most time-efficient manner, while maintaining a positive experience. I hate confrontation, but rather, I talk things out or brush things off. As best as I can, I avoid all situations that might lead me to an argument. I never understood why people fight to an extent that noise level barriers are broken or bruises and blood are present. I feel like things can easily be handled better when voices are calm and hands are kept to yourself.
So seeing my parents fight because of the most ridiculous things is really frustrating for me. For those who know about my situation, you probably know that the issue that my parents fight about is a little more complicated than your typical marital problem. So in some instances, it's worth the fight. But for someone who lives with the constant screaming about found jewelries, phone card receipts, and locked doors, I get tired of it.
I guess you can't blame them for trying to fight for what's right, but there's gotta be a better way to do this. My ears hurt already.
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Long time, no write
Yeah, so I suppose I'm really bad at keeping up with this blog considering I'm pretty sure it's been a year since my last post... oops.
Hmmm, well I'm not quite sure where to start now. There's been too many things that have happened over the past year that I don't think I can spew them out all at once without boring y'all to death. So I suppose I'll just give them to you guys in little installments.
But just so you'll look forward to visiting this page, I can provide you with a teeny tiny summary of the things that have happened over the year:
1. I started my senior year of college! Woot woot! That also means that I finished my last year of college... sad.
2. I've become obsessed with seeing musicals! Particularly, one called "American Idiot"
3. Team Spontaneity, GO!
4. GRADUATION!
Most especially, this past year, I met some of the most wonderful people in the world, and strengthened already existing relationships. In short, it has been one of the best years of my life. I'm excited to share my stories with all of you soon!
Hmmm, well I'm not quite sure where to start now. There's been too many things that have happened over the past year that I don't think I can spew them out all at once without boring y'all to death. So I suppose I'll just give them to you guys in little installments.
But just so you'll look forward to visiting this page, I can provide you with a teeny tiny summary of the things that have happened over the year:
1. I started my senior year of college! Woot woot! That also means that I finished my last year of college... sad.
2. I've become obsessed with seeing musicals! Particularly, one called "American Idiot"
3. Team Spontaneity, GO!
4. GRADUATION!
Most especially, this past year, I met some of the most wonderful people in the world, and strengthened already existing relationships. In short, it has been one of the best years of my life. I'm excited to share my stories with all of you soon!
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Summer with singing school kids, drinking "hurricanes," and Shamu
Yup, I once again apologize for my long-term absence, but to make it up to you, I made a summer video juuust fooor yooou!!! :D
Post a comment about your summer, or email me at
oliviasarockstar@gmail.com :)
THANKS FOR WATCHING!!!
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Thursday, July 30, 2009
Illegal Aspirations
OK, so I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. Since the moment I watched the movie "Ocean's Eleven," I've had the secret desire to be intelligent enough to be able to rob, not one, but three Las Vegas casinos in one and virtually get away with it.
But here's the thing, I'm not one who gives a damn about how much money I have in my bank account. I like living comfortably, but not lavishly... it's just not my thing. So, what's a girl, who doesn't give a damn about how much money she has in her bank, to do with briefcases filled with millions of dollars in cash?
Give it to someone else, of course. Someone more deserving...
Being the modern-day Robin Hood, I suppose...
But seeing as that stealing is
#1: morally incorrect,
#2: impossible for the person who is a horrible liar to do,
#3: extremely difficult for my wee little brain to handle,
#4: the gateway to spending a good part of my life behind prison bars,
I think I'm gonna trash that dream, and, rather, live vicariously through these folks right here:
Oh my dearests Eliot, Sophie, Nate, Parker, and Hardison, how you have enlightened me with your badass skills at screwing rich people over and giving all your profits to those who deserve it... you are my heroes...
"Leverage" is my new favorite show... I LOVE IT!... WATCH IT NOW!!!
http://www.tnt.tv/series/leverage/
Endnotes
1. This whole addiction with "Leverage" is courtesy of Austin Lee... that bastard got me hooked
2. Parker is my favorite (blonde). She's crazy, but she can come up with amazing exit strategies by jumping off buildings and crawling inside air ducts... mahahaha! SO COOL!
3. I want to be as smart as Nate (middle guy). He's the leader. He's awesome.
4. Despite Eliot's great physique, I find Hardison much more awesome.
But here's the thing, I'm not one who gives a damn about how much money I have in my bank account. I like living comfortably, but not lavishly... it's just not my thing. So, what's a girl, who doesn't give a damn about how much money she has in her bank, to do with briefcases filled with millions of dollars in cash?
Give it to someone else, of course. Someone more deserving...
Being the modern-day Robin Hood, I suppose...
But seeing as that stealing is
#1: morally incorrect,
#2: impossible for the person who is a horrible liar to do,
#3: extremely difficult for my wee little brain to handle,
#4: the gateway to spending a good part of my life behind prison bars,
I think I'm gonna trash that dream, and, rather, live vicariously through these folks right here:
Oh my dearests Eliot, Sophie, Nate, Parker, and Hardison, how you have enlightened me with your badass skills at screwing rich people over and giving all your profits to those who deserve it... you are my heroes..."Leverage" is my new favorite show... I LOVE IT!... WATCH IT NOW!!!
http://www.tnt.tv/series/leverage/
Endnotes
1. This whole addiction with "Leverage" is courtesy of Austin Lee... that bastard got me hooked
2. Parker is my favorite (blonde). She's crazy, but she can come up with amazing exit strategies by jumping off buildings and crawling inside air ducts... mahahaha! SO COOL!
3. I want to be as smart as Nate (middle guy). He's the leader. He's awesome.
4. Despite Eliot's great physique, I find Hardison much more awesome.
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