Hey yo y'all,
I hope you are all enjoying your lives. If you are not, I urge you to try. Thanks.
I have worked the past two days (Saturday and Sunday) and I work tomorrow as well. Here in Australia, you can earn $20/hr for selling china and cutlery. You also earn time and a half for working on a Sunday. So, yes you did the math correctly, I earned $30 an hour today. The cost of living is a little bit higher here, but still, thirty dollars an hour? That is pretty sweet.
I have been following the American election a little bit and I have to say, I will be very upset if this Barack character does not win. How much do I know about his policies? Admittedly, not a lot. How much do I know about Hillary and McCain's policies? Not too much either. But what I do know is that Barack does not have the same old guard mentality that the other two candidates do. Hillary and McCain are just incarnations of the same candidates we've seen time and time again. I know Hillary is different in the sense that she lacks a penis, but let's be honest, we're not sure if that has been proven.
How many times have you seen an article like this one and just laughed at the similarities between the presidential election and the hallways of a high school? Do you remember the Swift Boat controversy from the last election? Yeah, I'm glad that we cleared up that whole thing. Barack does not seem to be in the race for political posturing or to bash his opposition. He has done both of these things undoubtedly, but this is an unfortunate inevitability during an election.
If you think that Barack is just a hot ticket right now because of his race and because he is the liberal media's darling, I urge you to watch this. I know it is long, but it one of the most inspiring speeches you will ever see. The man has the ability to inspire people with his words. He wrote this speech himself. Not his speech writers. Him. I know we cannot judge a man solely on his ability as an orator, but Bush is an awful public speaker and he has been an awful president. Through the power of trend analysis, I think we can deduce that Barack Obama will be at least mediocre.
As I said, I have not been following this election close enough to have an opinion that is important. However, I wanted to share my opinion anyway because when I watched Barack's speech, I was overcome with emotion. I felt that politics can actually be a beacon for change. And I am not sure when I last felt that, if I ever have.
Waiting for my train on the way home from work tonight, a black transvestite sat on the bench behind me. He put his (her?) hand on my back, and said, "Hey sweetie, do you have two dollars you could spare?"
I had been reading (see: zoned out) and I was shaken out of my trance by this question, as well as the contact on my back. When I turned around to answer this seemingly innocuous question, my face was thirty centimetres away from the face of a transvestite. What occurred over the next two minutes, in retrospect, seems like a dream. I will paraphrase the conversation for you, starting with my answer to the initial question.
Me: No
Tranny: Why not?
Me: Because I just don't have any money.
Tranny: You don't even have two dollars?
Me: I don't have any money, ok?
(We stare at each other for about 5 seconds. His look is 5% incredulity, 5% anger, and I think approximately 90% flirtiness. I am terrified but entranced.)
Tranny: Do you smoke?
Me: No.
Tranny: Why not?
(This is such a dumb follow-up question, I am now questioning if I misunderstood his initial question. Consequently, I respond ambiguously to cover whatever he might have asked.)
Me: 'Cuz I don't.
Tranny: No, I wanna know. Why don't you smoke?
(So I did hear his first question correctly, but now I am flummoxed by the fact that I have to explain why I do not smoke. I know that I rationally should have ended the conversation at this point but, let's face it, I am a big pussy.)
Me: Because I don't want lung cancer.
(At this point, I lean forward so he can't touch me anymore.)
Tranny: What's wrong? (His glance is accusatory, as if I have something against trannies.)
Me: I generally don't like strangers touching me, as a rule. (I am quite proud of this response.)
Tranny: Hmmm
(He then proceeds to stare at me for about 5 seconds. I lock eyes with him. I am not sure if I did this because I wanted to show I wasn't afraid or if I wanted to show I was accepting of transsexuals. But then he notices my hearing aids.)
Tranny: Oh my God, you're deaf. I am so sorry.
(If you think I was going to defend the hearing impaired at this point, you're crazy.)
Me: Yes I am.
Tranny: Oh my god, I am so sorry. Bye bye.
Me: It is ok. You have a nice day now.
At this point, the tranny walked away and harrassed a girl down the bench for money. She gave it to him immediately. I think I saw her burn her hand on her purse, how quickly she opened it.
I am telling you guys, I cannot describe how surreal this encounter was. I know I refer to the tranny as a 'him', but I was genuinely trying to decide the whole time if this guy was post-operation or pre-operation. He had a voice like a woman and I think I saw breasts when he walked away. But he had a couple stray hairs on his upper lip and cheekbones that reminded me he was still a large man. He just stared at me the whole time and I stared back. I had a long day at work and I had been reading, and he snapped me out of a solid mental zone-out, and all these ingredients compounded to create a very, very odd experience. I hope that I was able to accurately convey this.
After he left me, I was talking to another passenger. She was a nice lady, about thirty years old. During the course of the conversation, she asked me how much experience I had in retail. I told her I had quite a bit. She asked, "How much is quite a bit?" I responded, "Have you seen Road to Perdition?"
"No," she said.
"OK good," I answered. "I don't think anyone has. It's a bad movie from what I've heard."
I hope you are all enjoying your lives. If you are not, I urge you to try. Thanks.
I have worked the past two days (Saturday and Sunday) and I work tomorrow as well. Here in Australia, you can earn $20/hr for selling china and cutlery. You also earn time and a half for working on a Sunday. So, yes you did the math correctly, I earned $30 an hour today. The cost of living is a little bit higher here, but still, thirty dollars an hour? That is pretty sweet.
I have been following the American election a little bit and I have to say, I will be very upset if this Barack character does not win. How much do I know about his policies? Admittedly, not a lot. How much do I know about Hillary and McCain's policies? Not too much either. But what I do know is that Barack does not have the same old guard mentality that the other two candidates do. Hillary and McCain are just incarnations of the same candidates we've seen time and time again. I know Hillary is different in the sense that she lacks a penis, but let's be honest, we're not sure if that has been proven.
How many times have you seen an article like this one and just laughed at the similarities between the presidential election and the hallways of a high school? Do you remember the Swift Boat controversy from the last election? Yeah, I'm glad that we cleared up that whole thing. Barack does not seem to be in the race for political posturing or to bash his opposition. He has done both of these things undoubtedly, but this is an unfortunate inevitability during an election.
If you think that Barack is just a hot ticket right now because of his race and because he is the liberal media's darling, I urge you to watch this. I know it is long, but it one of the most inspiring speeches you will ever see. The man has the ability to inspire people with his words. He wrote this speech himself. Not his speech writers. Him. I know we cannot judge a man solely on his ability as an orator, but Bush is an awful public speaker and he has been an awful president. Through the power of trend analysis, I think we can deduce that Barack Obama will be at least mediocre.
As I said, I have not been following this election close enough to have an opinion that is important. However, I wanted to share my opinion anyway because when I watched Barack's speech, I was overcome with emotion. I felt that politics can actually be a beacon for change. And I am not sure when I last felt that, if I ever have.
Waiting for my train on the way home from work tonight, a black transvestite sat on the bench behind me. He put his (her?) hand on my back, and said, "Hey sweetie, do you have two dollars you could spare?"
I had been reading (see: zoned out) and I was shaken out of my trance by this question, as well as the contact on my back. When I turned around to answer this seemingly innocuous question, my face was thirty centimetres away from the face of a transvestite. What occurred over the next two minutes, in retrospect, seems like a dream. I will paraphrase the conversation for you, starting with my answer to the initial question.
Me: No
Tranny: Why not?
Me: Because I just don't have any money.
Tranny: You don't even have two dollars?
Me: I don't have any money, ok?
(We stare at each other for about 5 seconds. His look is 5% incredulity, 5% anger, and I think approximately 90% flirtiness. I am terrified but entranced.)
Tranny: Do you smoke?
Me: No.
Tranny: Why not?
(This is such a dumb follow-up question, I am now questioning if I misunderstood his initial question. Consequently, I respond ambiguously to cover whatever he might have asked.)
Me: 'Cuz I don't.
Tranny: No, I wanna know. Why don't you smoke?
(So I did hear his first question correctly, but now I am flummoxed by the fact that I have to explain why I do not smoke. I know that I rationally should have ended the conversation at this point but, let's face it, I am a big pussy.)
Me: Because I don't want lung cancer.
(At this point, I lean forward so he can't touch me anymore.)
Tranny: What's wrong? (His glance is accusatory, as if I have something against trannies.)
Me: I generally don't like strangers touching me, as a rule. (I am quite proud of this response.)
Tranny: Hmmm
(He then proceeds to stare at me for about 5 seconds. I lock eyes with him. I am not sure if I did this because I wanted to show I wasn't afraid or if I wanted to show I was accepting of transsexuals. But then he notices my hearing aids.)
Tranny: Oh my God, you're deaf. I am so sorry.
(If you think I was going to defend the hearing impaired at this point, you're crazy.)
Me: Yes I am.
Tranny: Oh my god, I am so sorry. Bye bye.
Me: It is ok. You have a nice day now.
At this point, the tranny walked away and harrassed a girl down the bench for money. She gave it to him immediately. I think I saw her burn her hand on her purse, how quickly she opened it.
I am telling you guys, I cannot describe how surreal this encounter was. I know I refer to the tranny as a 'him', but I was genuinely trying to decide the whole time if this guy was post-operation or pre-operation. He had a voice like a woman and I think I saw breasts when he walked away. But he had a couple stray hairs on his upper lip and cheekbones that reminded me he was still a large man. He just stared at me the whole time and I stared back. I had a long day at work and I had been reading, and he snapped me out of a solid mental zone-out, and all these ingredients compounded to create a very, very odd experience. I hope that I was able to accurately convey this.
After he left me, I was talking to another passenger. She was a nice lady, about thirty years old. During the course of the conversation, she asked me how much experience I had in retail. I told her I had quite a bit. She asked, "How much is quite a bit?" I responded, "Have you seen Road to Perdition?"
"No," she said.
"OK good," I answered. "I don't think anyone has. It's a bad movie from what I've heard."
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