Shadow Gods

Sunday, June 26, 2005

I am officially fed up with my retail work environment. In this special case, the concept is all wrong from get go, the mismanagement and awful workload have made the situation worse. Already went to borders.com and filled out an application. If they hire me under the schedule conditions I specified, goodbye OfficeMax. (Yes, I am aware of the practice of firing people over expressing their work opinions in a blog, I really don't give a shit. I mean, they can't be surprised to know what I really think about them).

My English is breaking from lack of practice and lack of time to read. Ugh.

Been doing housework this weekend, no fun for me at all but it has been relegated for too long and I don't want to live in a pig sty. Should dedicate at least an hour to clean out the car, but the thought of getting into it with the 100 degree heat it has been at for the last 2 weeks, refrains me from it.

There is a new law that gives total financing for small businesses if you pay for 3 courses. I am considering this, don't know yet what business I could create: either desktop publishing or computer repair. The downs are: desktop publishing equipment is expensive and customers are shitty; computer repair, I still don't know much about it. Maybe I will have to take a crash course in computer repair, while I take the 3 business courses. Of course, with my luck, I will have landed the Borders job and not have time to take the classes. Conflicting decisions, conflicting decisions!

Gotta inhale Clorox, Lestoil and Mistolín Oceánica plus wet wrinkle my fingers, until next time...

Saturday, June 18, 2005

I am back online, my telephone was reinstalled last Thursday, a whole month later. Too tired to argue, accidentally dumped the cell phone in a soda pool, paid for a replacement. Two hours later, a major blackout ocurred in the island and left us without electricity for four hours. Been checking the water faucet, all normal, at least for now.

Terrible, terrible heat. Yesterday it felt like 103 degrees taking into consideration the humidity, poor people in Ponce: it reached 114 there. I wish I could fulfill the Caribbean stereotype, hang a hammock under a palm tree and then lie down with a margarita on hand. But I have to work and I am paranoid of having a coconut fall on my head. Those fuckers kill! I will just go to the matinee with my boyfriend, controlled environment galore.

Be thankful I was offline, or you would have had to read a lengthy opinion on what is happening in the Senate. This morning I read that one of my "favorite" Senators, Margarita Nolasco, speaker of my "favorite" party (dripping sarcasm, sorry, L)was awarded 30 minutes to distribute among her senators. She said: "28 minutes to Rosselló, 2 to Norma Burgos, 2 to Garriga Picó and 2 for me". Priceless! She also recommended her worst political enemy for a position she is aspiring to. IN WRITING. Dipshit! Too funny, they are all looking like jackasses. Not funny on the other hand, since they are the ones in charge.

To end the post on a high note, click here and check out
my new feline beaus
: Populina, Ghost and Ash.

Friday, June 03, 2005

To all those who are wondering, I have had no telephone and no internet access for the past two weeks. Talked to the phone company and they are not coming near my house until June 9. That is what happens when you live in a capitalist-heart/communist-brain society that doesn't really work well either way. Since there is only one functional phone company who owns all the telecommunications infrastructure in the island I can only sit back and seethe. Also go around public libraries begging free Internet access and confronted with no chat, no email, no games warnings stickered to the monitors. See you soon, if technology ever arrives here.

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Just to say that one thing stung me in this article, and it probably will sail over people's heads:

"Fijacion Oral" is a Latin-minded album. Not only is it in Spanish, but, for the first time in Shakira's career, it features collaborations, with two quintessentially Latin acts.

One is Gustavo Cerati, an Argentine rocker little known outside Latin America.

Shakira's double album release

I just wanted to scream: Shame on you for not knowing who the fuck Gustavo Cerati is.

There. Now to try and balance all the negative karma that little comment has loosened on the world, I will spend the whole weekend listening to my Soda Stereo and solo Cerati CDs. Let's hope it is enough.

PD: Yes, I am aware that Cerati is really not that known outside from Latin America. And it is a damn shame that some people don't go out of their way to find out who he is. or in case his type of music is not your cup of tea, find about other musicians not in Billboards' top forty. Also that the strongest records under Shakira's name, made during the last century, were not the ones which made her US fame.