I found this really cool site, www.gyminee.com
Basically, it allows you to track your progress with working out and eating nutritiously. We'll see how it goes. I've also invited some of my good friends to join me on the site. If you're interested - come sign up and be my friend!!!
My username is achavez85.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
I've reached a new low...
So, you know you've reached a new Rock Bottom when a Wal-Mart employee tells you that you've let yourself go. LOL.
So, as most of you know, in my line of work I spend 8-10 hours a day in Wal-Marts/Publixes. Many of my stores, I visit as often as two times a week. So, it goes without saying that I build pretty strong relationships with most of the associates in the stores. The other day I was in store 5455, Palm Bay, FL - when I experienced the worst store visit of my entire life! Yes, my ENTIRE life!
First of all, I was in the backroom (a very exciting place, mind you) and somehow, the young men in the back decided to play the "How old is the Hershey Girl game"...You know, the one where it could end with hurt feelings?! Yep, that's the one. And before I could convince them that that game would not be fun for all parties involved (namely ME), the guesses were fired. "28!" I heard yelled loudly!
Are you kidding me?!?! Seriously?! Really??!?! 28? Shut the F*Ck Up! Clearly he was not paying attention to the game. So, naturally they called someone else into the game. "Israel, how old do you think the Hershey Girl is?". And without hesitation, Israel responded, "between 25-28".
Really!?/!?1?!?!?/!?!?
Ugh. Whatever. I was able to brush it off when I realized the first guesser was only 20 years old. After all, what does he know?! He's just a baby! lol.
But wait - it gets better....so I was leaving the Wal Mart when one of the backroom guys came up to me, and in broken English, asked if I was going to go to lunch. I looked at my watch and quickly responded with, "No, it's still early". He didn't take time to fire back with a "You don't need lunch".
Well - surely his "You don't need lunch" response was lost in translation. Certainly he didn't mean to say that I don't NEED lunch - he probably meant that I don't need lunch so EARLY in the day, right?
Wrong.
After we both attempted to speak in each other's languages - he finally got his point across by sticking his pinky in the air and saying, "You- before". He followed that gesture with blowing up his cheeks like a chipmunk and holding his hands out in the air as if he had a Santa-sized belly, and said, "You - Now".
It took everything in me not to punch him. lol.
I left the store and immediately texted my manager, "You know you've built good rapport with your WM associates when they tell you you've let yourself go."
Bastards.
**UPDATE** For the record...I bought a scale. I weigh the same amount I did 9 months ago when I started this job. So, HA!
So, as most of you know, in my line of work I spend 8-10 hours a day in Wal-Marts/Publixes. Many of my stores, I visit as often as two times a week. So, it goes without saying that I build pretty strong relationships with most of the associates in the stores. The other day I was in store 5455, Palm Bay, FL - when I experienced the worst store visit of my entire life! Yes, my ENTIRE life!
First of all, I was in the backroom (a very exciting place, mind you) and somehow, the young men in the back decided to play the "How old is the Hershey Girl game"...You know, the one where it could end with hurt feelings?! Yep, that's the one. And before I could convince them that that game would not be fun for all parties involved (namely ME), the guesses were fired. "28!" I heard yelled loudly!
Are you kidding me?!?! Seriously?! Really??!?! 28? Shut the F*Ck Up! Clearly he was not paying attention to the game. So, naturally they called someone else into the game. "Israel, how old do you think the Hershey Girl is?". And without hesitation, Israel responded, "between 25-28".
Really!?/!?1?!?!?/!?!?
Ugh. Whatever. I was able to brush it off when I realized the first guesser was only 20 years old. After all, what does he know?! He's just a baby! lol.
But wait - it gets better....so I was leaving the Wal Mart when one of the backroom guys came up to me, and in broken English, asked if I was going to go to lunch. I looked at my watch and quickly responded with, "No, it's still early". He didn't take time to fire back with a "You don't need lunch".
Well - surely his "You don't need lunch" response was lost in translation. Certainly he didn't mean to say that I don't NEED lunch - he probably meant that I don't need lunch so EARLY in the day, right?
Wrong.
After we both attempted to speak in each other's languages - he finally got his point across by sticking his pinky in the air and saying, "You- before". He followed that gesture with blowing up his cheeks like a chipmunk and holding his hands out in the air as if he had a Santa-sized belly, and said, "You - Now".
It took everything in me not to punch him. lol.
I left the store and immediately texted my manager, "You know you've built good rapport with your WM associates when they tell you you've let yourself go."
Bastards.
**UPDATE** For the record...I bought a scale. I weigh the same amount I did 9 months ago when I started this job. So, HA!
Friday, March 27, 2009
An email to a friend...
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So, I was just ripped to shreds on my mock interview. Have you ever done one of those? Holy Moley!!
I interviewed with a self-proclaimed "Simon from American Idol". Confirmed.
We spent 30 minutes on the phone. Here's how the call went:
That was scary. I called my manager to let him know how it went.
Rob: (very excited to receive a phone call) "How'd it go, Alex?"
Me: (trying to mask the nervous laughter) "Jeff Smith kicked my butt."
Rob: (not able to mask the nervous laughter quite as well) "Oh. Okay. Maybe we can run through a few more questions together?"
FAIL.
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I interviewed with a self-proclaimed "Simon from American Idol". Confirmed.
We spent 30 minutes on the phone. Here's how the call went:
- He asked me one question.
- I answered.
- He offered constructive criticism.
- He asked the same question AGAIN.
- I answered AGAIN.
- He said, "better".
That was scary. I called my manager to let him know how it went.
Rob: (very excited to receive a phone call) "How'd it go, Alex?"
Me: (trying to mask the nervous laughter) "Jeff Smith kicked my butt."
Rob: (not able to mask the nervous laughter quite as well) "Oh. Okay. Maybe we can run through a few more questions together?"
FAIL.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
There's a cookie on my bathroom sink
...and that's what you get when you live alone. Cookies on bathroom sinks, dinner at the coffee table, the guest bathroom lacking a shower rod, and Shopping lists on the kitchen dry erase board with intimates like "tampons". Eh, well...what do you expect?
As you already know, it was nearly 5 months before I had couches or even a real bed in my apartment. So, needless to say...I spent most of my time in the 14x14 bedroom and rarely ventured out into the other 900 sq feet of the apartment. I've recently made a conscious effort to "explore/utilize" the rest of the space in the apartment. I finally put toilet paper and soap in the second bathroom...(I still haven't told the apt complex about needing a shower rod)..., I started sitting on the couch and enjoying my 19" TV, and I finally set my second bedroom up to be a "working" art studio and office space. WORKING is the key word...it functioned more as a storage space than anything for the longest. I even bought storage tupperware things to organize my office/art stuff.More importantly, I've been able to hang art on my walls! Nice! (pictures to come!)
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
How I'll Become RICH...
I've figured it out!!! I know exactly how I'll become rich.
Here's the deal - you're supposed to find a niche, right? A problem or a customer base? Something far-reaching, right?
Well, everyone deals with relationships...being in love, breakups, etc.
TIME and NOW Music have made compilation cds - and made millions! Why don't I make a series of compilation cds...each about BREAKUPS!!! Yeah! That's the way to do it. Save young men and women the trouble of searching for good breakup songs...and just provide it to them...for a nominal fee of $19.95/cd.
Hmm....
Here's the deal - you're supposed to find a niche, right? A problem or a customer base? Something far-reaching, right?
Well, everyone deals with relationships...being in love, breakups, etc.
TIME and NOW Music have made compilation cds - and made millions! Why don't I make a series of compilation cds...each about BREAKUPS!!! Yeah! That's the way to do it. Save young men and women the trouble of searching for good breakup songs...and just provide it to them...for a nominal fee of $19.95/cd.
Hmm....
Monday, February 9, 2009
An open letter to the makers of Ramen Noodles
Dear Ramen Noodles Makers,
It is with great honor that I find myself writing to you. Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Alex Chavez, and I am a self-proclaimed Ramen Noodle Warrior. Okay, well maybe "warrior" is a tad strong, but you get the idea; I thoroughly enjoy partaking in a hearty serving of Ramen Noodles. Suffice it to say, that I typically double up on the suggested serving. (While I completely appreciate your suggestion of "1/2 block of noodles with seasoning" as 1 serving size, those noodles are simply so delicious, that it's nearly impossible to stop at just one half of a block. If it's any consolation, I only use 1/2 seasoning package per noodle block. I also am of the school of ramen thought that the noodles are best consumed once the water has been strained. So, SURELY, draining the water from the noodles must reduce the serving size per package.) But, to each its own, right?
The thing I most admire about Ramen Noodles is their versatility. Thank you, RN Makers, for bringing a little diversity to my life. When I want a quick snack, none is quicker. Convenient meal, none more convenient. And what a grand way to spend 3 minutes of quality time with my loved ones...than to watch as those coiled noodles boil happily in a small cooking pot. Oh, how I love you, Ramen.
I'd be remiss if i did not mention the affordable price of my favorite carbohydrate treat. Even in the wake of an economic recession, each indiviual Ramen packet is provided by grocers nationwide at the reasonable price of 10 to 15 cents per package. I can hardly contain my excitement. Gone are the days of spending upwards of $0.88/box of Macaroni or $0.99/packet on Rice a Roni. No, there is no need. You, the makers of Ramen, provide sweet moments of noodle happiness to the masses daily.
Thank you, Ramen Noodle Makers, for making my life better. I know that no matter what stage I am in my life; college, work slump, solitude, loss of electricity, even in the depths of desperation...Ramen prevails. In fact, I once made Ramen noodles in a coffee pot, using the boiling water to warm each individual noodle before the Chicken Seasoning was added, to taste. Oh, how delicious!
Please allow me to express my sincerest gratitude to you, Makers of Ramen Noodles, for making a difference in the lives of so many. Whether from a grocer, a gas station, with water, without, in a cup, a plate, or right out of the pot from which it was made...Ramen Noodles never fail to disappoint. Thank you for always being there for me - and know that my loyalty to Ramen Noodles is never-ending.
Rejoicing in the deliciousness that is Ramen,
Alex Chavez
The thing I most admire about Ramen Noodles is their versatility. Thank you, RN Makers, for bringing a little diversity to my life. When I want a quick snack, none is quicker. Convenient meal, none more convenient. And what a grand way to spend 3 minutes of quality time with my loved ones...than to watch as those coiled noodles boil happily in a small cooking pot. Oh, how I love you, Ramen.
I'd be remiss if i did not mention the affordable price of my favorite carbohydrate treat. Even in the wake of an economic recession, each indiviual Ramen packet is provided by grocers nationwide at the reasonable price of 10 to 15 cents per package. I can hardly contain my excitement. Gone are the days of spending upwards of $0.88/box of Macaroni or $0.99/packet on Rice a Roni. No, there is no need. You, the makers of Ramen, provide sweet moments of noodle happiness to the masses daily.
Thank you, Ramen Noodle Makers, for making my life better. I know that no matter what stage I am in my life; college, work slump, solitude, loss of electricity, even in the depths of desperation...Ramen prevails. In fact, I once made Ramen noodles in a coffee pot, using the boiling water to warm each individual noodle before the Chicken Seasoning was added, to taste. Oh, how delicious!
Please allow me to express my sincerest gratitude to you, Makers of Ramen Noodles, for making a difference in the lives of so many. Whether from a grocer, a gas station, with water, without, in a cup, a plate, or right out of the pot from which it was made...Ramen Noodles never fail to disappoint. Thank you for always being there for me - and know that my loyalty to Ramen Noodles is never-ending.
Rejoicing in the deliciousness that is Ramen,
Alex Chavez
I'm writing to thank you for providing me
He's Just Not That Into You......the movie
So, I just watched the movie, "He's just not that into you". In an almost "rite of passage" sort of way, I saw it solo. Good movie, but the book was way better!! As expected.
It's so funny because the movie aims to "uncover" the secrets behind dating. It's eerily reminiscent to that masked magician who unveiled the world's famous magic tricks in that early nineties primetime special. Do you remember it? Much like every guy in America is saying the author of this book/movie broke the "guy code", I don't think there were too many happy magicians after that special. Oh well.
In any case, the main points in the movie don't require rocket science to figure out.
If he's not calling, he's just not that into you.
If he's not marrying you, he's just not that into you.
If he's not sleeping with you, he's just not that into you.
And blah, blah, blah....all so true.
So, why in the hell is it so easy to overlook ththose "obvious" things?? Sheesh!
Desperation, loneliness, fear, insecurity? Dangit - doesn't it suck to sound so freakin' ridiculous?! But, oh well.
What the hell happened to fairy tale stories of love and romance? I blame it on the internet. From now on, that'll be my answer to everything: IBIOTI, (pronounced eye-bee-ought-ee).
I don't exactly know why it's the internet's fault...but I'm sure it is.
That is all. lol.
It's so funny because the movie aims to "uncover" the secrets behind dating. It's eerily reminiscent to that masked magician who unveiled the world's famous magic tricks in that early nineties primetime special. Do you remember it? Much like every guy in America is saying the author of this book/movie broke the "guy code", I don't think there were too many happy magicians after that special. Oh well.
In any case, the main points in the movie don't require rocket science to figure out.
If he's not calling, he's just not that into you.
If he's not marrying you, he's just not that into you.
If he's not sleeping with you, he's just not that into you.
And blah, blah, blah....all so true.
So, why in the hell is it so easy to overlook ththose "obvious" things?? Sheesh!
Desperation, loneliness, fear, insecurity? Dangit - doesn't it suck to sound so freakin' ridiculous?! But, oh well.
What the hell happened to fairy tale stories of love and romance? I blame it on the internet. From now on, that'll be my answer to everything: IBIOTI, (pronounced eye-bee-ought-ee).
I don't exactly know why it's the internet's fault...but I'm sure it is.
That is all. lol.
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