Last Day

I was talking last night before I went to bed (actually couch) about taking a day off from working out because my body was starting to reject all the exercise. But then I remembered I was an American (haha that's taken from a buddy down in Santee who likes to rationalize everything with the fact that he's an American or that he is in America)and being one I needed to shun the pain and keep on keeping on with the workouts. And for having such bad thoughts I decided- fuck it- I'm waking up at 645 and hitting it early to teach my pussy body a lesson. The workout went fine, the attempt at basketball with the Hawthorne crowd did not. No aspect of my game was on (my defense never is- I go with the best defense is a good offense philosophy). So because of my Lackluster play I am thinking up hitting up Griffith park again. I need to get ready for my next mountain ascension anyways...

Last Saturday a buddy of mine took me on an 8 mile hike to the top of two mountains in San Diego. Besides having to ford the San Diego river, it actually wasn't that bad. So we have decided he's gonna be my mountain tour guide and take me on climbs through out San Diego. I have done Cowles, Pyles,North and South Fortuna. Next on the list hopefully in the next couple of weeks is Mt San Jacinto in the desert, then El Capitan, Mt Woodson, Iron Mtn, Cuyamaca, and Mt. Laguna. Then we will design badges and I'll wear it proudly haha. After these, I will re attempt Squaw's peak in Phoenix, the motherfucker that made me realize how fat I was. Anyways after the 8 mile death march, we were witness to one really bad attempt at picking up a bartender. After a few initial disastrous pick up lines, this exchange took place;
"By the way I'm (name withheld) what's yours?"
"Paris."
"Oh nice! I've never been to Paris..."- in a sexual innuendo tone
"Well, you won't be going there tonight."
laughter from the rest of the patrons at the bar...

Here's another true retail store story from my past to end this one. My first ever job was at K-mart. My baseball coach got me the job there and I was assigned to the Layaway department. It was during the holiday season and they always need help around this time. Now normally only two older white ladies are needed to work the Layaway department. By white I mean Whiskey Tangos. By Whiskey Tangos, I mean WT's. By WT's I mean White trash. Sorry my white buddies but some of ya'll are just fixin to get labeled as such. And yes I did make an attempt at using your lingo in order for you to understand better. Hopefully you'll get why I used this term in a bit. Now first of all I was supposed to get trained on the super duper Hi Tech computer system. But since they saw I was mexican, they told me some bullshit that I was just supposed to be a "runner" and basically b their bitch. Fine I was only gonna be there for the holidays and was supposed to make my move to electronics (ah yeah at the Kmart that was the dream spot, haha) so I didnt care so much. Except as their bitch, I got the worst schedule, never took my lunch when I was supposed to, never took my breaks even though they would take countless smoking breaks, and they decided to have me reorganize the whole layaway inventory on my own. While they watched. Really ridiculous. They weren't my supervisors, they were supposed to be helping me, but they didn't. Finally one day I said fuck it I'm going to lunch with my friend Kurt who worked in the toy department. Didn't care what they had to say. I made sure it wasn't busy and seeing as there were only 2 people in line and one had already been helped, I just said, "I'm off to lunch" The look on their faces was in complete shock. One of them said whatever and I bounced. I come back to them being all pissed off, the other guy who worked there was in the back and as I said what's up he comes at me with
" Don't say hi to me buddy leaving curly sue (or whatever WT name she had) all alone when it was super busy..."
I looked at him (he was a 40 yr old WT by the way) and said both WT#1 and #2 were here and it wasn't busy- so you should calm the fuck down. I had had it with this team. Everything from that episode seemed to have subsided a week later and they were even starting to treat me like a human being when one day as I am punching in. the older whiskey tango after having helped a Mexican lady out blurted this out

"Don't know why she is putting all this stuff on layaway not like she is gonna actually ever come back here and pay it off. I swear some people shouldn't be allowed to put stuff on layaway. If it wasn't for all these Damn Mexicans we wouldn't have to work so much..."
I speak up.
"Well actually if it wasn't for these Mexicans like ME putting stuff on layaway, we probably wouldnt have a job back here."
Both of them turn around all red and embarrassed and the one who spurted it out begins to profusely apologize and try to say she didn't mean it like that. I don't know how else she would have meant it but whatever. After this I just kept to myself in the back. I should have reported it to HR but I was too young and figured they wouldnt believe me or some shit. The worse part is that it wasn't even true. The majority of people who put stuff on layaway weren't mexicans- they don't know enough english to know what layaway is, haha.

Anyways I'm off to destroy my body some more.