sweat shop in san fran
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10:31 a.m.let's talk about san francisco. i'm having such a bad morning today, and to keep from bitching about the same old work shit that i always bitch about, i'm going to stay positive.
friday was pretty interesting. asha left work early with me to give me a ride up to her friend beth's house in LA. beth was heading up to SF for a belly dancing performance. so i hitched a ride with her and her friends. keep in mind, i've never met beth before. we both post on bitnet and we're both camping in the same camp at burning man. but she's a friend of asha's and i've met most of everybody else in the bitnet crew, so it's not like i'm a complete stranger. but it was still kind of exciting.
beth turned out to be pretty cool. she's so nice and she's a lot of fun. pretty much the entire ride up there, the four other girls in the vehicle would talk and talk and talk. and it was so interesting to hear their stories and opinions. it seemed like one conversation would lead into another and six hours later, we were there. i was trying to read, but i kept zoning in and out of sleep, but occasionally i would jump in the conversation. i was pretty much quiet, at first it's hard for me to socialize and open up to people i had just met. at one point in the conversation, i realized that the other girls didn't know i was gay and it got kind of difficult to talk about relationships without coming out of the closet. it's always kind of hard for me to do that. i find it getting harder to do that. i think i'm so used to most of world knowing about me that when it comes to meeting new people, that first step of coming out is kind of tough. i have this fear of being judged unfairly, which is petty and stupid. and i should feel that way. they were pretty cool people. but oh well, i was tired and mostly falling in and out of sleep.
i get to davemarr's, i set my stuff down, and i crash. i wake up the next morning to eggs and chorizo (sp?), and we start right away on the signs. for the most part of the day, we're working. we saw, we paint, and it's time for me to do the lettering. being that i've hardly ever painted before, especially letters and type, it was taking me forever. i had nine camp names to do on three seperate signs and i kept fucking up. usually, it's really easy for me to do lettering with markers on paper. but i didn't realize how much harder it would be to pencil in words on top of white paint and sometimes grainy surfaces of wood. and then to paint them with as much detail was a bit difficult. i fucked up on some of the camp names. i guess i'm just not happy with it as a whole. when it comes to artwork or any kind of presentation, i'm pretty much a perfectionist.
i think i stressed out way too much over it. and because i'm lame, i didn't even think to email everyone on the list to double check the correct camp names. i just found out today in another post that some of the camp names are slightly different. i guess i have to redo the whole thing on the playa. and that shouldn't be a bad idea. i was just hoping that this weekend wouldn't go to waste and i could have completed something. i just want people to be impressed with my work. it's really the first time anyone from that group's going to see anything i've done and honestly, i want them to be impressed. and it's another petty and stupid feeling that i shouldn't feel. so i won't worry about that.
after arduous hours of lettering, davemarr woke up from his nap and the two of us mutually agreed that we were starving. so we took a walk around the castro and had some pretty fucking good vegatarian burritos. -- i can't stress how much i've been zoned out all weekend. i'm starting to get the fact that san francisco isn't meant for turn-around trips. the drive is just too long and the only full day you're really there is spent being lethargic and zoned because of the previous day. and the next day isn't really something to be looked forward to since you know that you're going to have the drive back. -- so back to the burritos. afterwards we walked around the castro. it still kind of amazes me that there are so many freakin homosexuals all over that place! so free, so open, just walking around. it's like west hollywood in multiples of ten! but it was a nice walk. we didn't go into any bars. i don't think either of us had the energy nor the money for that. although i was dying for a beer. but i'm very proud of myself for not drinking this weekend. (except for the taste testing we did on sunday which i didn't have a lot of.) when i finally broke free of my meloncholy state, we were back at dave's apartment and he fell asleep while i watched star wars: attack of the clones. i've never seen it before and apparently, my sci-fi geekiness is being compromised because of it. so i had to redeem myself. -- i thought it was okay. the whole space opera cheese-ball background music was getting on my last nerve. but after the excruciating long set-up, it got kind of fun towards the end and it got me kind of excited about the next and final chapter.
i had the option of taking the bart to oakland on saturday to meet up with beth and her friend eileen so i can get to the warehouse, which is in san jose. a bunch of bitnet people were getting together for ash's birthday. i wanted to go, but at the time i was suppose to leave to meet them, we had just finished all the prep work for the signs, and i hadn't even begun the lettering yet. so i decided to stay behind and just take the train on sunday morning to san jose. no big deal, right? sunday morning, we woke up to discover that the train does not run on sundays. so davemarr offered to drive me out there. and it kind of sucked for him cuz the warehouse is 45 minutes to an hour away. and then he has to drive all the way back by himself. but i guess it didn't turn out too bad. we got to the warehouse and he hung out with everyone a bit. while all of us sweated away in the "sweatshop" with our pillow making and snowflake cutting, he got sit back and chill out with some pretty good cookies that had been provided by an older couple who is camping with us this year. they were fresh baked and the sesame seed poppy cookies were amazing! i love sesame seeds more than most things and i've never had them in cookie form. fucking delicious. anyway, it was just entirely inconvenient for dave and i felt bad for him to have to drive me out there. i should've just taken the extra ten to twenty minutes to figure out a way out there on the bus, but i was already running late.
apparently, two of the girls had hitched a ride home from craig's list, so it was just me, beth, and eileen for the ride home. and considering how packed we were with all of our things and five people, the ride back was kind of nice. we had some good conversations and i'm looking forward to camping with them at burning man. they're both pretty rad chicks.
i think good times were had all around this weekend, but i'm a little exhausted. i got home last night to find my starving kitty whining. an army of ants had attacked and conquered my cat's food bowl. so i was up a little bit cleaning that up. i got to work this morning to be bombarded with calls and in the middle of it all, i've been giving a tendious side project. i think i want to shoot myself. but i'm going to save that for later.
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