Working at starbucks sucks. Any job that makes you work from 1pm-8:30pm, and then wake up at 3:45am to go to work at 4:30am is not a job any more, it's torture... But for money as well as pain and suffering. The opportunity cost associated with this job are so high it makes my head spin. I feel like I'm losing days of the week all the time. I'm constantly asking what day it is, what time it is, because when you end up working 5 days in a row that range from 4:30am-8:30pm (seriously, in one week I can work literally every hour were open) every hour you spend at starbucks starts to melt together. Every single moment you spend at work becomes "noon" because it's not special enough to stand out. Last week I fell asleep after an opening shift, maybe it was 11 am when I finally dozed off, and woke up at midnight. Yes midnight. I had slept for 13 hours without getting up once. That was so fucked up. Then, since it was midnight and all and "getting ready for the day" seemed a little silly at the time, I went to sleep and woke up at 1 pm. I was still tired all day that day.

So then last night i tried to get some rest early, sice today I worked at 5:30 am since we open an hour later on sundays (woohoo! Sleep in an hour!) BUT as it turns out, I end up getting so worried about not waking up on time, that I dont end up sleeping at all really. I litterally woke up every 2 hours last night from a dreamless sleep to check my phone, and ended up waking up for real at 3:30am, when I couldn't go back to sleep, it was 2 full hours before my shift. AND THEN AFTER MY SHIFT, WHICH ENDED AT 10am I went home and waited for everyone to wake up, while I myself tried toprepare for being active, on such little sleep. Sean worked till 6 dave worked till even later.

Nobody else answered.

I spent 4 hours or even longer by myself waiting to hang out with someone. To do something. Anything. I had heard earlier about the show, and thought about how fun it would be to hang out with all my well rested friends, and pretend to be awake enough to dance at the show. But then I thought, oh, everyone will be off work in a couple of hours, I'll just take a quick nap (this was at 4:30pm). I didn't set an alarm or anything, I woke up at 9:15pm.

Everyone was already at the show.

I think I've figured it out. An opening shift is usually no more than 4.5 hours, since when you wake up that early it's hard to work for very long. So, on any given opening shift here's what happens for me:

I spend 2 hours pretending to sleep while on my computer or phone, I spend 6-8 hours trying to sleep, at the most waking up every 2-3 hours. Then I work for 4 hours. Then I go home and either be groggy for 2-3 hours and then sleep, or just take a nap right way.
So, in essence, for every hour of work, I pay 2 hours worth of time in opportunity cost. 3 hours per hour spent working.

Whatever... It'll be better after I get back from SB, hopefully....

Posted via LiveJournal.app.

Tags: opportunity cost, starbucks, via ljapp
Current Location: US, California, Alameda, Pleasanton, Rockingham Dr, 4153

is actually a triple portmanteau word.

endorphins are tiny little pieces of whatever that are manufactured in the body, float around in your bloodstream affecting how the body works. The amazing part came when Endorphins were first studied, after finding out how to isolate them from pig's blood, or more accurately, plasma.

the findings were shocking at first but soon came to be accepted among all scientific fields.

endorphins are, in essence, tiny little triangular particles that carry hormones and other chemicals through the body, energizing them.

John Hughes and Hans Kosterlitz isolated the particles and studied them briefly in 1975, Enkephalins, as they called them. it was not until much later, when people started being smart (around 2004), when Johann McMasters figured out what they really looked like. they are actually tiny energized dorsal fins, released by the body to swim through the bloodstream and relieve pain or whatever.

Current Mood: contemplative

I had really funny joke played on me today! So a little while ago I was kicking around the idea with joey to move into deep space 9, so yesterday, were hangin out there, I'm helping everyone clean up the kitchen, drinkin a beer or two, I finally says to myself I says, "fuck it! I'll do it, I'll finally move out of my house!" I shared my thought with chris and nick who met my proposal with a resounding "hazaa!" Then I posted a bunch of tweeta and told everyone how happy I was to he moving out. I slept great that night. Then today, I got a text that read "HAHAHA, WE TOTALLY GOT YOU DUDE! YOU CAN'T MOVE IN NOW WE DECIDED TODAY*!"

Oh man, they got me so good.

Posted via LiveJournal.app.

*NOTE: actual text messages may vary

Tags: via ljapp
Current Location: US, California, Alameda, Pleasanton, Johnson Dr, 6298

I was driving home, roight now to be painfully exact, and I found myself with a want. Now. Given enough time one might wonder what exactly my want was, or for what reason. My want is to write thing down. Simply taking things down, writing them, typing them, displaying them, activates a seperete part of the brain, further resolving any problem with ingraining certain memories into it. So, if one write down experiences, you will remember them regardless of whether or not one wants to. I am making sure, right now, to write down the very act of writing down ones experiances. You can thank me later. When you create a meaningful journal, that you can look back onto later in life., days or even weeks later.

Posted via LiveJournal.app.

Tags: via ljapp
Current Location: US, California, Alameda, Pleasanton, Blacow Ct, 3933

it sucks less, it makes more sense, and it is much much more current.

Today I got very stressed out. Usually when I get stressed out I go stay home and am hellof depressed all day, and watch anime or something. Today I chose to smoke a joint instead. Now I'm not stressed out and I am sitting at the park writing on my phone., enjoying what a great day it is outside. Thanks weed. Theed.

Posted via LiveJournal.app.

Tags: via ljapp
Current Location: US, California, Alameda, Pleasanton, Rockingham Dr, 4151

So, my last entry has been mistaken for an event that took place in my life, it was, in fact, a falicy. It was a story that I made up. It didn't actually happen to me. Any characters or plot elements contained were purely fictional, and any similarities to any real life situations is purely coincidental.

Posted via LiveJournal.app.

Tags: via ljapp
Current Location: US, California, Alameda, Pleasanton, Johnson Dr, 6298

You walk into your doctors office, as you've indoubtedly done dozens of times, a routine checkup. Nothing special. You sit in the same waiting room as always and see an elderly couple sitting across from you. They seem like some straight out of the notebook looking people. Like they've been sitting there forever. The man has an old fashioned looking hat and cane, the woman is conservatively dressed, and you think that for their age, they look quite happy together. Your name is called and you turn to the helpful looking lady and say "that's me." youfollow her in and take the usual measurements: height, weight, blood pressure, temperature, and proceed into the doctors office. The same familar room with the same poster warning you about the importance of drinking less soda and more water... The same poster about "swimmers ear". And you think to yourself "how fucking often do people get 'swimmers ear'? Often enought for a poster to be in my doctors office for the last 4 years?!" then you examine all of the cotton swabs, powder free latex gloves, tongue depressors, that little hammer thing they hit your knees with... And when you get to the end of the countertop you see something you've never seen before. It's a picture, small, 5x7 if that, and it's framed. Must be brand new. Itsa picture of a younger woman, no older than 20, and that's being generous. At that momentyou realize she is stunning. A picture of beauty. Long blonde hair, cute face, can't make out much about her body from your position on the paper covered examination table, but you've seen enough. Just moments before you achieve a chubby your doctor enters the room with a smile from ear to ear, he enters quickly enoughto startle you from deep thought. He is an older gentleman mid 40's perhaps. Handsome flr his age, but still... Mid forties. He says hello and you both exchange formalities. Almost immediately after you ask "is thatyour daughter?" seeing as how you have failed to get her out of your head. He looks back at you puzzled. And you point to the picture. "oh, no." he seems almost offended, which comes as a shock to you. "that's my wife." he looks at you straight faced, and there is an awkward eye lock between the two of you followed by uncomfortable silence. "my wife." he repeats. You think to yourself, " how could this get anyore awkward.

Posted via LiveJournal.app.

Tags: via ljapp
Current Location: US, California, Alameda, Pleasanton, Mohr Ave, 4189

it was the best dream i have ever had.

i was in my room, on my laptop, and i went on the "Internet"

while i was there i explored various "web-sites" and saw that people could post opinions, ideas, and rebuttals on various topics displayed on that particular "web-page."

i could see that many of the people there had differences in opinions, but even so.

everyone was polite and logical.

then i hit reply and told them all they were faggotz, taking care to use only altcaps.

OH MY GOD I GOT THEM ALL SO FUCKING GOOD!

Tags: anonymity, teh intarwebz
Current Mood: content

what about my internet presence?

Tags: fuck you