This is where i work...

My desk is in the very front of this photo, on the right. I like my spot; it's closest to the street, and thus to all the homeless people screaming.

Inappropriate non-stop hotness

Amid all the coverage of Blackwater's shenanigans, this picture naturally caught my eye. I mean, I know it is totally inappropriate to be checking out a hot guy, when we're talking about major scandals, and fuck-ups involving loss of life, etc., etc., but c'mon, you know this guy is hot. I have had some personal experience with Blackwater, as after Hurricane Katrina, they were EVERYWHERE guarding shit and keeping us all on lockdown. Needless to say, they have some foin personnel. Made for some great eyecandy for the boys when they'd roll past St. Anne on their humvees. Ah, to be in New Orleans in the fall of '05: it was like the wild west of non-stop military, and civilian militia hotness.

Okay, so I realize that I've been in SF over two weeks now with nary a posting covering what's been going on and what sort of trouble I've been getting myself into. The main piece of news is that the job I thought I had when I got here turned out to be a bust-at least for the short-term. My potential employer did suggest that things may work out in the next couple of weeks. We'll see. In the meantime, I'm scrambling to put together a short list of super-sexy design firms that would like to hire a really smart, really competent designer who would contribute considerably in various and unexpected ways to the quality of design output, and thus the bottom line. So for the next few weeks it's interviews, interviews, interviews.

Of course, with the Folsom Street Fair and Love Parade coming up this weekend, and the Castro Street Fair next weekend (and the tons of parties, bars and shit to do in this town on any given day/night), there'll be plenty of distraction and excitement. I just hope the money don't runned out before I get my firs' direc deposic.

A new job

Oh yeah, I have a new job now. I'm working for a firm in the CBD (Central Business District), right down the street from the Superdome. Non sequitor: I can't stand a fucking office know-it-all! And we have one here. I am not absolutely certain why some people feel the need to weigh in on subjects over which they have no mastery, but I surmise that it has to do with their secret self-knowledge that they are utterly uninteresting and stupid, thus they are insecure jackasses. I usually have trouble dealing with this personality type because the information they are spouting off is almost always incorrect, and I can't stand misinformation. Not to suggest that I am a know-it-all, but what I DO know (which does tend to be more than most, and you know it) I am confident of. What usually happens is I end up constantly correcting the know-it-all's facts as they are spewed, and it seemingly becomes this absurd competition. This time round, however, I have decided to just not get involved, unless of course an innocent could potentially injure himself/herself because of some misinformation. I think that is the noble thing to do, right? I mean, it's not my problem if you're so ignorant you go around listening to other stupid people and simply accept what they say without checking their facts. Dumbass!

I can't wait to see what other obnoxious personality types will reveal themselves in the coming weeks. This is why I preferred working for a firm with only four employees. God, my SF trip can't come soon enough! 4 more days....

What a way to start the week!

On Monday, I was returning to work from lunch--now located in the CBD, as I have changed jobs--and I was passing in front of Le Pavillon Hotel on Poydras Street, a few blocks from my building. As I reached the corner, I noticed some scaffolding, and looked up to see the work they were doing. As I did so, a rain of white paint began to fall all around me, ruining everything I was wearing, including my vintage reversible black ADIDAS jacket that I found at Buffalo Exchange right after the storm! Even though I realized this event has seriously fucked up my day, I wasn't really all that upset. I casually walked into the hotel and requested to see a manager. The woman behind the front desk immediately rushed off to find someone in charge. As I was waiting some jackass tourist, just checking in, asked me if I was a painter, or if there had been an accident. THAT pissed me off, as if it wasn't fucking obvious what had occurred. My response was kind of abrasive, and he immediately apologized, as if he had been the one to spill the paint. I kind of felt bad for snapping, but only for a second. I just hate having to point out the obvious. Anyway, the hotel manager appeared around that time, along with the head contractor doing the painting. This guy was clearly nervous, but he took charge and said he would handle it. We went to his truck and he asked me what he could do to make it right. I told him that $200 would sort it out(drycleaning and/or new clothes, lost wages, and just general pain in the ass damages). At first he balked, telling me he only had a $100 bill and mumbling about might having a check. He eventually located one, as I composedly explained to him the shitstorm I could rain down if I were to do what I should do. That is, make a complaint to the City, who would send out an inspector and issue a stop work order, causing him to breach his contract with the hotel, thus generating a few lawsuits, etc. He quickly changed his mind and wrote out the check.

Once I had the check in hand, I walked a block to my bank and deposited the monies into my account (it eventually cleared). Then the hassles really began: explaining what happened to my coworkers (while covered still in paint), lining my car with garbage bags to avoid paint transference, getting home, stripping down and then going to the laundromat to see what could be salvaged.... The jacket was ruined which was the most disappointing thing, but hey, I think I negotiated a pretty good deal given the situation.

Lighten up! #&*^$%!!!

I hate when people tell me, "Lighten up!" To me it sounds really rude, and presumptuous. Maybe I WANT to take this shit seriously, maybe it's important to me. I mean, who the fuck are you? It makes me want to light them on fucking fire. How's that for lightening up? Fuckface!

The dumps.

While researching heat lamps for a bathroom renovation project I am working on, I came across this particular post which was generated by the search string "bathroom heat lamp".

Hilarious.

APB - Job Hunt

If anyone, anywhere knows of an architecture firm that is hiring, please let me know. I am offically looking for a new job; location is unrestricted.

I'm over it, like this guy.