Obfuscate the Obsession

Look it up, bitches!

The Blogging for Dummies Handbook say's "when you can't think of something to write, just start typing. Maybe something will come of it"

a s d f j k l "sem" Fascinating!

Started the day cleaning the floor. Anybody need a wig made from dog hair? Went to the dog beach about 1:00 pm. Nobody else there. My least favorite bartender in the world was working. It took her about five minutes to come to the service area side of the bar. She opened with bitching about the customers who just had lunch and only left her a $2.00 tip! Then she asked what I wanted. I've been coming there for three years. I have never ordered anything but a Bud light. Fine. A Bud Light "Could I have a coozy for my beer, please"? "Um, a coozy over here please"? "I see 'em, right there, coozies galore. Louzy with the coozies. Could I possibly have..."

Forget it. I drink a beer in about three minutes anyway. Don't need it. Not worth the irritation.

Dog beach is nice today. Cool water, beautiful horizon. Clear of seaweed. I'm not going to let someone I don't care about ruin my day. Good God my dog is happy! That is really all I care about. Making my dog happy. We've got his favorite toy and I am throwing it far, he hasn't been to the beach in two days and I need to wear him out today. You know, when I want a second beer, it's just going to be aggravating to have to face her again. Well, I'll just have this one beer then. I drink too much anyhow. Ooh, some new dogs show up. They are happy too! Everybody running and jumping and fetching and sniffing stuff. Just to be that happy for five minutes. Fuck her. You know, I left my cellphone and my cash up at the bar for safekeeping. I wonder what she will do to it? It is probably safer here with the homeless people! I'll just go get it. I love it that I can just say to my dog "Drink" and he knows to run up on the deck and get a gullet full of water! I've got the greatest dog on earth. I really do have a pretty good life. Living in paradise. Well, kiss my mother fucking ass! Look who heads to the storage room just as I get to the bar. I'll just pay my bill and be done with it. The bartender, oh, lets call her Rita (cause that is her crunty ass name) totally ignores me, I'm standing there, in plain sight with a five dollar bill in my hand, and she starts restocking the fucking cooler! "Rita", no answer (I am six feet from her) "Rita!" "oh, do you want another beer? (What kind?) "No, I'll just pay up"

I hate that I left her $1.20 tip for a $2.80 beer. But, I am not a small person. I rise above it, stay true to my integrity and move on! Let it go!

Maybe I'll take some leather work to the hotel tonight. I've been making some really cool masks for Fantasy Fest. I really hope they sell. I am really enjoying the work. Creating things from raw material is so satisfying. You know what? Fuck that bitch! I want another beer, but I'll just go down the street and buy a six pack. And I have my own damn coozies in the car! I hate to break up my dogs day like this, but it'l only take a minute. Not to "show her," no, I just want another beer and to move on from this frustration and I can get on with my day!

I got the perfect parking space at the convenience store. Right where I can see the dog from the store and he is in the shade. No wonder she only got a $2.00 lunch tip. I know she didn't even give $2.00 worth of service. This is a nice store, I always forget. They have a great deli counter, good prices on beer and the best non-English speaking staff in the Keys. You know, I should really call someone about her. I can't be the only one to whom she gives shitty service. Someone should speak to manangement about her!

But not me. I don't care. I can't be bothered. I get very few days off and can't spend any of it on negative feelings. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. I've got my beer, my dog and a couple hours on my own. Thank God I brought the raft today. It's nice to get out in the water and out of the blazing sun. And the water is still cool enough to be refreshing. Ah, refreshing water, refreshing beer. Damn it, I should have got my red coozy. This blue one looks like it could be the same beer she, begrudgingly, sold me. If I had the red one, she would see it and know that I've taken my business elsewhere.

Well, thankfully, I've let all that go. I talk the talk that I don't care what other people think of me. But you know that isn't entirely true. But, it's a big enough world for all of us, and bad service does not mean bad person. Perhaps she has some kind of hearing problem. That could answer everything. Perhaps I should point it out to her and gain her friendship and just feel good about helping another person. That is the person I want to be. However, the person that I am wants to kick her in the snizz. (go on, be brave).

Well, that was all three days ago, and I have obsessed over it since then. But writing it out here makes me feel better. Free'r. Lighter.

Perhaps the Handbook was incorrect. Have at least an idea in your head before you start posting. And, for fucks sake, it should not take longer to come up with the title to a post than it takes to write it!

This is exactly how my brain works, not on drugs. Could you imagine...

But really, someone should call management.