Several things I’m thinking:

Matt and Troy… stupid Troy.

David and a relationship.

Current Events, Hitler, and Anti-Islamic/Arab sentiment

Okay, I’m a little upset with work. Gateway’s headquarters originally located to La Jolla in 1998. I had no problem commuting there by bus, and in fact, enjoyed the kooky antics that would go on while riding public transportation. However, Gateway moved to Poway, with is an old American Indian word for “Big Pile of Shit.” Gateway is located in the 14000 block of Danielson Street or Place (I’m getting conflicting information), and will be soon re- christened “Gateway Place.” Supposedly a bus runs to the 13800 block of Danielson St. or Pl., but I haven’t found it. And to avoid becoming lost in mid-day 90+ degree heat, I had Troy give me a ride to work. I knew he wouldn’t object much since I loaned him money to fix his power-steering fluid-guzzling car. Anyway, nothing works here, which is expected, but I’m still upset. It’s a 50 mile round-trip to work from home, and I don’t have a car, and there is no bus that I can find – I’m not about to go on a peyote induced-like adventure into the wilds of Poway to find a damn bus. I’m really frustrated; when I committed to this assignment from Adecco, I was not informed that Gateway was moving to Poway. And I really love this job. Gateway is such a positive work environment and is committed to giving the best customer service through technology solutions (as I learned at lunch today). I’m excited about all the opportunities in web design and development, plus I report to the most awesome bus one ‘lil gay boy can report to, so I really don’t want to give up on working at Gateway. Troy is leery about driving me back and forth to work due to his car’s fickleness – I don’t blame him. Hopefully, I can convince him to drive me until I get a car. I went online searching through classifieds in hopes of finding an economical (read: under $1,000) mode of transportation. The prospects are good, once I have the money – hahahah! Right.

About the new work digs: I’m a bit jaded about the new work environment. We have fancy art-nouveau desk arrangements that are really nice, but we are now located in a colossal warehouse. Our desks are a coagulated social consortium arranged in a New York Stock Exchange fashion, complete with a small number of Executive offices on the second floor overlooking the massive first-floor layout. As unrational as it may sound, I am so damn paranoid, socially claustrophobic, with everyone being able to see what I’m doing and what I’m wearing (one concern especially about my Jeffrey Dahmer glasses. I have borrowed a pair of pink-tinted, 70s-era Elton John glasses that closely fit my prescription. They are so damn ugly, I’m horrified, but I have no choice since I’m so irresponsible and lazy about getting my own glasses/contacts. So most of the time, I wander this huge complex blind because of my vanity). At our old location in La Jolla, we had 3 floors full of clichéd cubicles with 80s-esque designs and patterns on them – really fashionable. I was in the far corner on the second floor farthest away from the entrance, and when I sat down, I could hide away in my own private world without anyone knowing I was even there. It was kinda-sorta very (oxymoron alert) reminiscent of Office Space.

[2-10-2001] I feel like an ant in a colony; the warehouse is so damn colossal.

Disgusting Topic Alert!
(Don’t read if you value good etiquette and taste and have a weak stomach)

On another note – I think I’m going to rant about men and how disgusting they can be in the bathroom. Our new facility has only been operational since 3pm last Friday (with weekend access only available to the IT department to set-up work stations), and already I’ve found a “mucus dropping” (read: booger) in the restroom. Okay – this does not make sense to me. First, let me go into my own history of this nasty phenomenon.

I first noticed this happening in the galley restrooms in Navy boot camp in 1997. I would be in the process of getting some toilet paper when I look up and notice all these “streaks” Men are disgusting. Why do they wipe their mucus on bathroom walls when there is all that tissue paper and paper towels available.

[to be finished later, I'm sure to everyone's joygasmic pleasure]