Cure for the cranky
Jun. 23rd, 2007 10:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gordonzolaThe High Holy Days of Queer are exhausting. I've only done about 1/3 of what I'd planned to do and I still feel like I had plans for every moment I wasn't working.
Yesterday I was in a foul mood. I had some insomnia the night before and didn't get to sleep until about 2 AM. That wouldn't have been so bad if I didn't have to get up at 6 AM to receive cheese. Even worse it was a total clusterfuck of a work day, one co-worker calling in sick, another going home sick, a double order from one company because they are closed next week to move warehouses, an order which somehow didn't get placed by the company (luckily the person I gave it to on Wednesday answered the phone, knew he had taken it and delivered it in his car within an hour), and a huge promotional special order of Dutch sheep gouda.
Let's see:
Order #1 -- 50 lbs.
Order #2 -- 250lbs.
Order #3 – 50 lbs.
Order #4 – 300 lbs.
Order #5 -- 700 lbs.
Order #6 – 900 lbs.
= exactly 1 shitload of cheese.*
Plus the driver for #6 pisses me off because he just won't come to our loading dock and pull it off on a pallet, he insists on delivering from the street with handtrucks. Not only is a pallet easier for me to deal with for that quantity of cheese, but I told him he's going to mess up his knees jumping up and down from the truck onto the concrete. He said, "Don't worry, I already had knee surgery." Sigh. Working Class, sometimes you are your own worst enemy.
Anyways, I was tired and cranky and that was before I lifted the box with the broken container of fresh mozzarella over my head, giving myself a milky, brine shower. I had to rush home, shower and change before going out to meet![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cindymonkey for the "Gay Noir" shorts at the Castro. I could tell I was stressed and annoyed because walking up Market I kept seeing people and thinking things like, "Yeah, you're all soft-butch and queer and shit, and this is June, but dressing like a preppy fuck still makes you an asshole." I tried to silently meditate while I walked but obviously it wasn't working.
I arrived right before the movie started and you know what? Unbelievably they were all watchable, some were even good! Almost unprecedented in the history of short film exhibitions! My faith in humanity was beginning to be restored.
What really restored it, however, was going to Harvey's afterwards and getting free drink tickets from the Frameline hook-up. I don't think it's a good solution if done often, but pounding a couple of cocktails ("Pink Man-Bears(?), some pink vodka drink that came with gummi bears) was just what I needed. We soon headed to the Trans March which was not yet a march, but a sit-in-Dolores-Park-drink-beer-out-of-bags-and-say-hi-to-friends gathering. Oh man, just what I needed. Booze and friends…
I was supposed to go see a screening of the classic film "Born in Flames" at 10:30 but realized I just wasn't going to make it. I handed off my pass to a co-worker in the park so they could take their new "friend". Good deeds are nice for the soul. Still, I'd like to see it again. We should have a little movie party soon.**
I walked with Cindy to the Queer Open Mic where the amazing Ryka Aoki de la Cruz was featuring. There was food there and more people to greet. Eventually we went to Zeitgeist which was not very homo but has beer available for purchase.
So many people and so much to do. When I got off work I was so cranky that I probably would have stayed home and sulked if I hadn't had such concrete plans, but afterwards I felt revitalized. I can only imagine how much fun it would be if I was really queer.
*for the record (and for the cheese professionals reading) while it's the biggest single delivery day of the week, we get some deliveries every day and this is certainly only a percentage of our weekly cheese orders.
** I can't namecheck everyone but it was really nice to run intoamarama and find that we had the same favorite moments in the film. "Isn't it great when the middle class socialist women finally come over to the revolution? Hahaha."
*** by the way, I loved that only one person commented on my last entry. That'll teach me to be arty. Or melancholy. Or something.
Yesterday I was in a foul mood. I had some insomnia the night before and didn't get to sleep until about 2 AM. That wouldn't have been so bad if I didn't have to get up at 6 AM to receive cheese. Even worse it was a total clusterfuck of a work day, one co-worker calling in sick, another going home sick, a double order from one company because they are closed next week to move warehouses, an order which somehow didn't get placed by the company (luckily the person I gave it to on Wednesday answered the phone, knew he had taken it and delivered it in his car within an hour), and a huge promotional special order of Dutch sheep gouda.
Let's see:
Order #1 -- 50 lbs.
Order #2 -- 250lbs.
Order #3 – 50 lbs.
Order #4 – 300 lbs.
Order #5 -- 700 lbs.
Order #6 – 900 lbs.
= exactly 1 shitload of cheese.*
Plus the driver for #6 pisses me off because he just won't come to our loading dock and pull it off on a pallet, he insists on delivering from the street with handtrucks. Not only is a pallet easier for me to deal with for that quantity of cheese, but I told him he's going to mess up his knees jumping up and down from the truck onto the concrete. He said, "Don't worry, I already had knee surgery." Sigh. Working Class, sometimes you are your own worst enemy.
Anyways, I was tired and cranky and that was before I lifted the box with the broken container of fresh mozzarella over my head, giving myself a milky, brine shower. I had to rush home, shower and change before going out to meet
cindymonkey for the "Gay Noir" shorts at the Castro. I could tell I was stressed and annoyed because walking up Market I kept seeing people and thinking things like, "Yeah, you're all soft-butch and queer and shit, and this is June, but dressing like a preppy fuck still makes you an asshole." I tried to silently meditate while I walked but obviously it wasn't working.I arrived right before the movie started and you know what? Unbelievably they were all watchable, some were even good! Almost unprecedented in the history of short film exhibitions! My faith in humanity was beginning to be restored.
What really restored it, however, was going to Harvey's afterwards and getting free drink tickets from the Frameline hook-up. I don't think it's a good solution if done often, but pounding a couple of cocktails ("Pink Man-Bears(?), some pink vodka drink that came with gummi bears) was just what I needed. We soon headed to the Trans March which was not yet a march, but a sit-in-Dolores-Park-drink-beer-out-of-bags-and-say-hi-to-friends gathering. Oh man, just what I needed. Booze and friends…
I was supposed to go see a screening of the classic film "Born in Flames" at 10:30 but realized I just wasn't going to make it. I handed off my pass to a co-worker in the park so they could take their new "friend". Good deeds are nice for the soul. Still, I'd like to see it again. We should have a little movie party soon.**
I walked with Cindy to the Queer Open Mic where the amazing Ryka Aoki de la Cruz was featuring. There was food there and more people to greet. Eventually we went to Zeitgeist which was not very homo but has beer available for purchase.
So many people and so much to do. When I got off work I was so cranky that I probably would have stayed home and sulked if I hadn't had such concrete plans, but afterwards I felt revitalized. I can only imagine how much fun it would be if I was really queer.
*for the record (and for the cheese professionals reading) while it's the biggest single delivery day of the week, we get some deliveries every day and this is certainly only a percentage of our weekly cheese orders.
** I can't namecheck everyone but it was really nice to run into
amarama and find that we had the same favorite moments in the film. "Isn't it great when the middle class socialist women finally come over to the revolution? Hahaha."*** by the way, I loved that only one person commented on my last entry. That'll teach me to be arty. Or melancholy. Or something.
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Date: 2007-06-23 05:28 pm (UTC)except sleep, which is soooo awesome.
but that's because I don't know people here. Or, well, I do, but they're all old and straight.
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Date: 2007-06-23 06:53 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-06-23 06:48 pm (UTC)That was just one night though. I missed almost the entire Queer Arts Festival. There was someone I wanted to se perform almost every night!
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Date: 2007-06-23 06:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-23 06:59 pm (UTC)http://jeanmoi.blogspot.com/2007/06/national-queer-arts-festival-san.html
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Date: 2007-06-23 05:54 pm (UTC)aw.
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Date: 2007-06-23 06:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-23 06:12 pm (UTC)And now it's even gone...so I can't check.
That'll teach me.....something....
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Date: 2007-06-23 06:50 pm (UTC)but hi anyway.
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Date: 2007-06-23 06:16 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-06-23 07:38 pm (UTC)Your last entry was nice, it just seemed so self-contained--guess that was what you meant by "arty," since it kind of seemed like a little prose poem and it ended on such a decisive note, I don't know, just made it seem like a comment would be out of place.
I need to watch Born In Flames again myself.
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Date: 2007-06-24 04:08 am (UTC)Dyke March was cold and crazy today.
+ I am sick. your coworkers probably aren't even faking.
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Date: 2007-06-24 05:21 am (UTC)oh and happy birthday, Little Pony.