For the next month I’ll be wearing this…

Damn, I need a haircut!
So, why the hell is Adam wearing scrubs. No, I didn’t just get my Ph.D. I now work at Stanford Hospital. No, I don’t have to touch yucky stuff, but just to be safe they give me scrubs anyway. I work in the Psychological & Behavioral building working with sleep disorders. Maybe I should do some tests on myself, since I never reach R.E.M.

So, what the hell do you do there? Basically, all I do is set up trays, run to the hospital, and set up the sleep rooms; Trays, Adam? Yeah, you know when you go to the dentist the trays with all the tools, toothpaste, picks, and all that other dentist garbage is already on a tray before you got there. Well, I do something like that only I make trays with electrodes, glue, alcohol (not the drinking kind, I wish… It’d make the day go a little faster, maybe even a little more fun… er, fun, period.). Then I go to the hospital to drop off used tools and junk to be sterilized and pick up the previous day’s now-sterilized tools and junk. Then I finish the lame day by setting up the rooms before the next wave of insomniacs and narcoleptic people come… j/k I dunno what type of disorders, but I’m sure a few have come in for those. Today was my second day and I get so tired. My feet hurt really bad. Thank god I already have two days off.

Here are the bad points of this job: I stand or walk around ALL day, my parking spot is NOWHERE near my fricken building (it’s across a semi-busy street), I work 6 days a week (only 6.5 hours a day), it’s so not intellectually stimulating (not that I care about that, I’ll rephrase it to ”it’s NOT fun work”), I got one day of training and the person who trained me left for her vacation (I’m taking her place for the month) and was trained again today but the guy who trained me today went on his 8 day vacation (WTF?), and worst of all it’s a whole month of this! Man I can’t wait for Saturday to come for my day off. It’s a good thing I get New Years Eve and Day off!

Here’s the good: I get money, I can save for my TURBO KIT, I can get moO a better Birthday present this year (at least better than last year’s pencil), I can refund my bank from what I spent on Christmas presents, I get money.

Hrm… Doesn’t sound like a big argument as to which side my scale is at. I know how I feel about jobs, but I know I gotta wait it out a little, maybe it’ll get better…

Thursday was our annual Sharks hockey day. This is where my parents buy me and my brother the family pack Sharks tickets where they host the Mighty Ducks of Anaheim. This year my parents, my brother, moO, Shia, my Uncle Ted, and my brother’s teammate’s mom went. The family pack tickets include a ticket to the game and free hot dog and drink (no coke, just crappy pepsi). We all know how expensive those things are so actually it’s quite a steal, but the thing is you pay for parking which is $13. Sure we could have parked at some other parking lot at some bank or something, but I was too lazy to walk and my mom said she’d pay for parking. I’m never going to see that $13 dollars again. This is what I made my brother dress up in. Mind you it’s the SHARKS vs. DUCKS.

I think my sole purpose is to embarass my brother. So, anyway, the Sharks managed to come out on top this game 4-1. Which is good because the sharks aren’t doing too well this season. As of this mandatory holiday break, the Ducks are second and the Sharks are second to last in the Pacific Division. Man, how do you let a Micky Mouse team get higher standings?!

Merry Christmas to all those who care. I hope you all have a safe and happy holidays!

Yeah, we suck. We lost again, this time 4-1. Before the game my Dad yells out my name. I turn around and he points to a big guy in hockey gear. The guy shakes my hand and says something to the lines of, ”Hey, sup. It’s me Neil Beckett. Guess I’ll be playing against you today.” And we went our separate ways. I just have to mention that this guy used to live two doors down from me from since I could remember. He left a long time ago, but his Mom still lives there.

So, during the warm-ups, I might add if it isn’t so OBVIOUS, are BEFORE the game, I managed to break not one but TWO of my sticks. One of the breaks was on the blade and one was on the shaft. I was so pissed at my sticks, but what good does it do to be mad at inanimate objects? The sad thing was that my brother had just returned a stick in the ”pro shop” at the same place I was playing just before I had broken mine. What’s interesting is both breaks were on slap shots, in which I might add; I’m getting a little better at. I wonder if breaking sticks is a good sign or a bad sign. I had to use my Dad’s cousin’s stick for the game, which was a lot stiffer than I was used to, I couldn’t bend it as much as I would have liked to. Plus I was afraid I’d break his too, LOL. When I got home I just stuck the two good pieces together, like-new!

For some reason I lost wind easier than last game but not as bad as an average. I mean I ran a lot on Wednesday so I supposed that didn’t hurt, but I think I should have ran again either on Thursday or yesterday. I won’t have a game until next year (1/5/2003) so I better run a lot on my break. Plus, in addition to the holiday food I’ll be scarfing down, I had BETTER run!

In the first period, after a whistle, I somehow lost my edge cutting to my right and proceeded to slide sideways toward the net. I must have taken out 2 to 4 guys, both the other team and mine; I’m not sure whom. What’s a little funnier is during the game I managed to land on Neil’s stick breaking it in two. Not meaning to mind you, but I have a habit of falling at just the right (wrong) times.

I only had two shots on goal this game, and one being a HUGE scoring chance with a short and quick breakaway, shot on net with my back hand and just missed the post by 2 inches. Pooh…

After the game, Neil came to my bench with another guy and said to me, ”Hey, Adam, you remember Simon?” I was like fo-SHo! How could I not remember him? This guy was in my year in High School and also Neil’s younger brother, I’ve known this guy since like elementary school. Small fricken world. For those that remember him, I hear Simon got married recently.

On the way home we were listening to the radio (98.5 ’cause earlier the Sharks game was on, Tie 3-3) and I swear 4 songs in a row was by Queen. From the time I got in the car to the step out of the car was Queen. What’s sad is it totally reminded me of the Mighty Ducks. The songs in order were Bohemian Rhapsody, We Will Rock You, We Are The Champions, and Under Pressure. It kinda was depressing, ’cause we didn’t rock anyone, and we are the furthest things from champions. Kinda depressing in a way.

Man, I don’t even want to talk about it. We suck. We lost again. We were up 3-0 at the end of the first period. Then lost the game 3-6. How the F’K you manage to do that!???? The last period ended up a penalty fest. Two people almost get into a fight (our league there’s no fighting, and the refs break it up before it happens), they both get a penalty. Someone hits someone on our team, gets a penalty. Someone on our team retaliates, gets a penalty. Someone retaliates and cheap-shot checks me from behind, I get REAL pissed. People who know me well know I have the shortest fuse and a mean temper. (yeah people like me and hockey don’t belong together) I was THIS close to taking my stick and slashing his neck, but instead of getting kicked out of the league, I wanted to retaliate too. So I checked him from behind too. I didn’t get a penalty, but he got kicked out for “intent to harm” and/or “unsportsmanlike conduct”. Something like that, I wasn’t paying attention to the refs, they sucked all night. I was busy taunting the other team’s bench to take it to the streets without their padding to protect them. Yeah, not fun. On top of that, I didn’t score any points and managed to keep my +/- at only -2. People say I can’t blame the game on the refs. F that, refs are a BIG part of how people play the game, if we’re getting beat out there and they do nothing, it really does hurt moral. Losing SUCKS. At least we’re not in last place. There’s actually a team who sucks MORE! YAY, go my team!

OMG, this SO looks like Adriene!!!

4 moO.

I knew I forgot something when I posted the write-up of my Thanksgiving weekend. I tried to take some pics of Phillip’s hockey game. Unfortunetly, it was too fast pace that I couldn’t follow the game and take pictures at the same time. So, here’s the ONLY pic I managed to get clear.

Ahahaahhaahahaa, yeah, Phillip’s in that picture. Look again.

I’m a nice brother.

December 9, 2002

Dear Adam,

Thank you for applying for the position of Web Developer for Americas Benefits, requisition # 812922. We had many inquiries regarding this opening. After careful consideration of your application, we regret to inform you that we will be pursuing other candidates for this opening.

We will retain your information in our candidate database for one year for the purpose of matching your job skills and interests to future job openings. You have the option of having your information automatically reviewed against the required skills for future job openings as they occur.

Thank you for your application. We wish you all the best in your career search.

Sincerely,
Hewlett-Packard Company

I wasn’t really holding my breath for this, but it would have been nice to at least get the second interview. Even if it were to just humor me. I didn’t tell many people about this, in fear of jinxing myself. Guess it doesn’t matter… I’m never going to get another good job, am I? JOY! Happy Birthday 2 me! Excuse me while I go kill myself.

Oh, yeah, Happy Birthday, Linnie. There’s something wrong with this darn greymatter thing, I think it’s broken… It won’t post on time!!!