A fellow artist and friend started a blog with her brother called Fundi2. Its a new go-to place for the Los Angeles Chilean community. They plan on interesting POVs, cultural gathering info and related political discussions. Interesting to see how our worlds collide in a city where everyone is trying to find their voice and place.
Recently I had my car worked on— a strange and expensive malfunction that was not my fault and (thank God) still covered under my warranty. On the third week of being at the repair shop (a week longer than they had estimated), I called to find out what was going on and when my car would be ready. Emphasis on “I called them”—even though they had promised to call me. The shop manager was very cordial, explained that my warranty would cover the mega expense, that I now had a ‘brand new’ car in an older body and that I could pick it up that afternoon. Urgh—the fool knew I was anxious to get my car back, especially when a 3-day weekend was coming up in a day. My thoughts of why he didn’t call me sooner, why he underestimated the time it would take to fix, why he kept me on pins and needles regarding how much my warranty would cover dissipated when I knew I could pick up my car. Yay!
The shop manager ended our phone conversation (in an overly saccharine tone) with the news that I would be receiving a service survey from his corporate headquarters to complete and asked if I would give him the highest marks of 10 for his great service. I said “uh, sure”. When I picked up my car and the manager gave me the skippin’ & a’hummin’ walk to my car (including opening the driver’s door for me), he again mentioned the survey and that “10s would be the only acceptable marks” I could give. I said “uh hum”.
politicians are full of shit. that is not up for debate. but, when one of those leeches gets a little tipsy or isn’t busy trying to fondle little boys or decides not to run for re-election, he can say the “darndest” things. last week, new york senator roy or ronald or whatever mcdonald, said he would vote against his party. he released this statement to the press:
“You get to the point where you evolve in your life where everything isn’t black and white, good and bad, and you try to do the right thing . . . You might not like that. You might be very cynical about that. Well, fuck it, I don’t care what you think. I’m trying to do the right thing. I’m tired of Republican-Democrat politics. They can take the job and shove it. I come from a blue-collar background. I’m trying to do the right thing, and that’s where I’m going with this.”
if he had read that statement at a press conference, i’d still be laughing.
got up, gotta do some good byes cuz i’m blowin out of medellin. visited new friend at kiosk in plaza botrero, went back to vegetus for breakfast. went to arbol de la vida for dessert and just to say thank you for existing. the owners were so gracious and wished me a safe journey. hung out in downtown and took some pics. checked out some english language schools just for the hell of it. lexicom folks were kind of rude. went back to el poblado and said bye to my new friend at chinese place. all was good again with his wife, seemed happier. final walk to hostel up the street, paid up. 60 bucks for about a week. not bad. took a taxi to the terminal and i made the 7:30 bus to manizales, a place i decided to visit a few hours ago. you see, how much planning goes into this?
In a move sure to to upset Señoras and Cheapskates everywhere, Mexicorp, the company that distributes Rogelio Bueno mole in those useful and reusable cute little glasses has decided to give the finger to the Earth and will now pack their product in ugly ass plastic containers.
The End of an Era. The end of free vasitos.
Humor can be found everywhere, even at work. Steal back your life, one air mop song at a time!