I am still amazed by the retardedness of some human beings I encounter during my day.
I work at a high end nail spa - there are people in here all the time getting treatments and TRYING TO RELAX. Why then would you think bringing in your annoying two year old with you while you get your pedicure would be a good idea. I understand the whole"well I was just passing by and I didn't have time to drop her off at home" excuse - but can't you figure out that most people are here to escape the stresses of the normal day. So your screaming, shrieking brat is not fun or cute. In fact it is stressing me out and now people are shooting me dirty looks about your child. And don't you think that bringing your kid into the waxing room with you while you get a bikini wax done is just future therapy appointments for your little one?
The Republican National Convention has, so far, had no effect on my commute or schedule today. In fear of massive traffic delays - I left a half hour earlier than normal and I got into work 45 minutes earlier than I normally do. I expected Manhatten to be a ghost town and it's just as dead as a normal August week would be and the spa has been busy today with more appointments I get on the usual Monday.
Apparently, The Sun is reporting that Tinkerbell, Paris Hilton's chihuahua, is missing. Maybe Tinkerbell's doggie therapy has allowed her to clear her mind and formulate an escape or maybe the Free Tinkerbell people have finally helped out the poor dear.
Apparently, the Black Eyed Peas lost $500,00 in gear when their studio burned down due to a fire caused by an unattended candle. I'm not going to try and make fun of them for this - they seem to be doing a good job on their own making complete idiots of themselves. I had the pleasure of dealing them for a little bit when I worked in the music business - they are one of the few bands I do not have nice things to say about. And has anyone else noticed that Fergie, the one dressed in the least clothing, has the same dance moves for every song and video? I mean they are obviously not spending that much on her wardrobe - can't they get a choreographer?
The boyfriend and I have noticed how many people stop us on the street and talk to us because of our new puppy. It's really amazing how many people notice the dog and in turn stop for a while to speak to us. It has opened up a whole new social weirdness for me though. How long to you talk to these people? I mean, I can stand there and talk about the dog for hours but at what point do I start to look like the crazy dog lady?
I was at 7-11 today and the guy behind the counter asked if I was Korean. Now there are three Korean men who work there, and each one of them has asked me this same question, at least, three times each. I always answer politely and say "no". I am usually asked where I am from and I tell them my family was from Taiwan. I am usually asked a couple more questions as a line of people in a hurry line up behind me. I can always tell when they are going to ask me these questions too - I see a brief glance to my eyes and a bit of a question in their eyes. When I was little, my mother had the uncanny ability to know what country and Asian person was from by looking at their face. She was right about 95% of the time. She said she could tell by certain features or the way they walked. I always thought that every Asian person had that same ability to identify other Asian cultures. I thought that my mixed background hampered my abilities. It still surprises me when people ask me though I understand why they do. I am Asian looking with brown hair and green eyes - so it makes people curious sometimes. I look very Asian to non-Asians and only slightly Asian to Asians.
So, American's are urged to stick to their routines as usual and I am having panic attacks every time I go over the Williamsburg bridge. This morning, I tried to maneuver my car in the rush hour traffic so that I wasn't near any suspicious vans. As I crossed the bridge - I made sure my phone was set up so that if I did plummet to my death - I'd be able to make some last calls to loved ones. When I got to work, my boss let me know of some evacuation plans she came up with for the spa.
I guess these new terror alerts have me a little on edge. I realize I'm not being very rational.
