I overslept this morning and neglected to help BJ move his shit out like I promised I would. I also didn’t get to play with Randy or his friends today downtown either, like I’d planned. I was almost late for work too, ended up having to *gulp* TAKE A CAB to get there on time. Ugh, it was quite taxing to start the day off having $20 less in my wallet, and feeling riddled with guilt, dissappointment, and the pangs of failure.

So… work was quite an emotional roller coaster tonight. I’ve been pretty good at just leaving WORK @ WORK and not carrying stress with me, but last night I caught a glimpse of the new schedule and nearly had a fucking cow. Adolph scheduled me for 50 hours next week, including a 17hr shift. No I’m not kidding. They’re making us do some sort of cross-training session with the Reservations Dept (you know, so we can start doing their job for them, basically) this week, it’s like this mandatory 8hr thing. I was scheduled to comine in @ 8am and train till 5pm, then work the desk from 5pm to 1:30am. Blahblahblah…. I pretty much lost my shit. So I went into work tonight ON THE WARPATH. I called Jax to get some advice (her words: “Fuck them and quit that shit. I like my Spriteboy happy and horny. Find something better.”) Adolph and I sparred in his office (door closed) for about 45 minutes straight. He actually had the nerve to be suprised that I had an issue with the schedule! I almost kicked him in the head when he mentioned that the 10hrs of overtime wasn’t gonna be actual “overtime pay” but “straight pay” instead. Whaa?! In what universe does any of this make sense?! I do a good job, I don’t rock the boat much, and then you wanna mess with my money? Oh hell no! I am NOT the One to be fucking with, else I’mma have to do some tearing shit up. [God, I sound like such an arrogant little spitfire. I assure you that I am so not. I also really enjoy my job sometimes and try to keep things easygoing and smooth... I just really don't appreaciate being taken advantage of. I get ANGRY when that happens and Lord knows I can be a mess when I get riled up.] I informed him that, according to the Department of Labor, this was illegal and that (if need be) I’d be programming their “Report Your Employer!” number into my cell phone with absolutely NO hesitation. Adolph never ceases to amaze me with how utterly stupid he is, spitting out comepletely invalid and usless points and making ZERO sense. Round and round and round we went. I gotta say, I’m proud of myself for sticking to my guns. In the end, I got that fool to re-cog-nize, got my schedule put back to normal, and got my message across loud and clear: do not ever schedule me for more than 8hrs in a day without ASKING me first. It’s as simple as that.

What annoys me more than anything? is that I was all alone in my crusade. My coworkers love to bitch and talk the talk and BOAST about what they oughtta say to our bosses, yet nobody actually bellies up the bar when it’s time to deal with confrontation. So ppl like me, who refuse to be bullied by Middle Management, end up looking like “troublemakers” b/c we stick up for ourselves. Only one other person put their foot down — Roxie. She actually QUIT today, God bless her. Insanity, man. When you’re staff begins QUITTING on you, it should be a BIG FAT GREEK SIGN that you need to reshape the way you’re doing things. A ship of fools, I tell you. Whatever. It’s over and done with. Just left me feeling really drained tonight. I have Tuesday and Friday off, which will be nice.

Ohh, I got my Sony Net MD software to work, so now I can listen to 5hrs worth of mixed mp3s. Wee! Subway rides will be so much more fun!

In local news: Manhattan was invaded by a sea of happy homos today, never before have I seen such a monochromatic array of sleevless tees, capri shorts, and Steve Madden sandles. It was a perfect day to have a parade, sucks that I spent the majority of it inside. Most of the loud and proud mary’s stayed @ Hudson, which made for plenty of drama. I got cruised quite a bit @ work today! Loved every second of it.

I had a really nice weekend..

Went to a shiny, happy place called The Cupping Room this morning with Randyboy and his cool-cool buddy from Chicago, had a wonderfully gooey, sweet, old-fashioned breakfast. We’re talking whipcreamed waffles, syrup, fruit, juice, all the good stuff. If any of you are kicking it down in Soho anytime soon? check this place out. Ask for the brunch specials and order “the Orgy”. Hee. Yes, I had an orgy this morning.

I had a random “popular guy” moment afterwork tonight. Despite being sold out, I had a really smooth evening and some fun with my new coworkers (three cute brown girls). We had a fully staffed desk tonight, like 7 people working and it was good to feel like things were not out of control. I got a little bit irate when I looked at the new schedule for next week (more on this later…) but all in all it was a great night. I got outta there @ 11pm. After I shredded off my uniform and donned my Spriteboy garb, I stepped outside where it was nice and breezy, and heard a bunch of people yell my name. (Something about that just made me SMILE real big.)

me & canyon

Yay! Hudson Kids, some of them on their days off, some of them from departments I don’t get to interact with much. All of them very fun and cute-looking in their nonuniform clothes, were headed downtown in a cluster to Baktun and invited me along, but like a fool, I declined on some group fun and instead opted for building some mystique and going home. I stayed around and shot the shit for a bit though, it was cool to have a purely silly 20 minutes with some cool ppl from work. Shared a *gasp!* cab uptown with one of my favorite coworkers (and former ex-plaything) who I hadn’t hung with in awhile. It was innocent for the most part, as my attention is currently elsewhere these days, altho it’s always fun to keep a cute girl blushing.

I don’t want to lug my air conditioner from my hall closet across the room and get it all re-situated back in the window frame. I am fighting it. Embracing the sticky heat as best I can before I finally give in and my Con Ed bill goes skyrocketing back up.

Yes, it’s true. Whenever I watch the Xtina video for “Beautiful” and the song hits its climax and all the ugly weirdos have their “I really am beautiful!” moment? I still kind of lose my shit, just a little bit. I am not made of stone, people. Wood, possibly. Stone, no.

An acknowledgement: Big Big Love to my dawgs M&J, who allowed me to crash their dinner plans yesterday evening. I had SUCH a good time, you have no idea. You both mean a whole lot to this sappy little sprite.

Some Friday Fiveness.

1. How are you planning to spend the summer [winter]?
Wandering Soho, Chinatown, Brighton Beach, and chilling in my big, spacious apartment ALL TO MYSELF.

2. What was your first summer job?
I could NOT get a job to save my life when I was a poor & friendless mexican back in Texas. My dad talked his bosses @ Kvaerner into cutting me a break and they hired me to work as a warehouse assistant for the summer. I wore a jumpsuit and got greasy and operated a forklift. That’s right, kids, Spriteboy cannot drive a car to save his life but he’s a licensed forklift operator.

3. If you could go anywhere this summer [winter], where would you go?
New Orleans, man. Gimme some plastic beads, some po boy sandwiches, and some 735!

4. What was your worst vacation ever?
My mom saw the movie “Selena” (back when Jennie from the block was still Jennifer Lopez and NOT J.Lo) and became obsessed with the young Tejano singer. She dragged us all to Corpus Christi one weekend and made us take the Selena Tour. We saw her grave, her house, her salon/boutique, her family resturant, and basically ANYPLACE in town that anybody thought Selena went to once or twice. I think we even went to her damn dentist’s office.

5. What was your best vacation ever?
10th grade. My parents were overworked and sick of everything. They showed up at school during my lunch hour, pulled me and my sister out, and we went to this beachouse on Galveston Island for the next 4 days. We stopped at a Wal-Mart along the way and stocked up on all the junk food necessities. It was the coolest trip I’d ever been on.

The day is beautiful. My windows are wide open, a slight breeze is coming in. I’m eating a muffin and having an ice-cold glass of water. Have the whole day and night to myself. Cibo Matto is singing to me right now and this is the kind of day I wanna freeze in time, fo sheezy. I’d love to stay in and tell you more things but I gotta get outside and do some damage.

Happy Friday!

Mixed nuts and assorted fruits most definately worthy of your sampling:

An overjoyed friend called me this morning absolutely THROUGH THE ROOF (in a good way) about the whole Supreme Court ruling in favor to revoke the anti-sodomy ban. My politically ignorant, all-about-me Metrosexual ass had no clue about any of it so I went online to read up. Apparently, this is big stuff. Progress. It means that things are getting better for those who’ve too-long had to put up with discrimination, and this ruling was made in the great, small-minded state of Texas — how fucking great it that? My friend who called was just happier than a pig in shit, b/c you know, this is important stuff in our lives. Stuff that MATTERS.

Meanwhile, here I sit, LIVID and HORRIFIED over not being able to download the new Sheryl Crow anymore.

While a proud, validated portion of the world may be celebrating over this, I am FURIOUS and APPALLED over this. Where are we — Nazi, Germany?! Who am I — Job?! What IS this bullshit?!?!?!

It’s official: the world is going to hell. This means I have until August to get every single song I want downloaded, burned onto CD’s, and off my hardrive before they bust my ass. Damn. We’ll see about this…

The thing I love the most about porn is the predictability. You always know where things are headed. There are no suprise turns or twists in the plot, the journey is wild and freaky and always leads to the same thing: fulfillment. I wish life were more like that, like a porno. Everything would be so much simpler if we could just always achieve our goals and desires each and every time that we erm, plow in after them. What a beautiful way to live.

Plus, everyone being nekked all the time would be cool too.

Spent most of the last 18 hours completely mentally frazzled, thinking that I’d lost my wallet. I went digging for it in my backpack last night and it wasn’t there, which only mildly freaked me out. I didn’t think about it again until this afternoon when I was rushing on my way out to work and STILL couldn’t find it anywhere. It’s the WORST feeling in the world when you reach for your money and it’s not there. You just spend every minute fearing that your money is just homeless and helpless in the hands of some desperate Canal Street crackwhore looking for a 24hr pawn shop. I ended up finding it when I got home afterwork, it was hiding in the inside pocket of this jacket I wore ONCE last week during the rain. Ahhh, what a relief. I am going to begin strapping my wallet to my forehead from now on. Decapitation is the only way I’d better lose that shit again.

Bought $10 worth of blueberry muffins on the way home from work tonight. Yes oh yes, it will be a sugary-sweet Thursday morning breakfast indeed.

Allow me to make it known that I? was a a ROCKSTAR @ work today. I was just ON THE BALL and, in a rare moment, actually took pride in my job. The tour manager of Earth, Wind, & Fire came up to me at the desk this afternoon just about ready to pull all 25 rooms out of the hotel. He’d been passed back and forth, transferred this way and that, totally been given the buck-passing — this was NOT GOOD. Turns out, all he needed was a copy of an intenerary made and slipped under the doors of his group. Simple, easy thing to do that would take maybe 15 minutes to do, yet the Faxes/Packages Department was shrugging it off onto the Bellman, who were all whining about “portrage” and “union issues” and all kinds of bullshit: basically nobody wanted to do it. It was lame as hell, so I actually did it myself. Made all 20+ copies, stuffed them into envelopes, and footed my way up and down 24 floors, slipping them under the assigned rooms. Simple as that. The fact that no one else would do it (for a major recording artist group, no less!) just SCREAMS that our hotel has serious customer service kinks to be ironed out (and it’s all management-related). I cannot tell you how awesome it was to be able to flag the tour manager down in the lobby w/i 40 minutes of speaking with him, and let him know that everything had been taken care of. The man embraced me like I’d just given birth to his firstborn child or something, showered me with thank-you’s, and promised me tickets to the band’s show @ The Apollo this weekend. It was really, really cool. I felt GOOD about my hard work. Such a nice guy… he can keep those tickets, though. Cash money will do me just fine.

Since finding this site, my life has not been the same.

I watched Grease 2 on TBS tonight. That movie is so fucking bad that it’s just beautiful. Michelle Pfeiffer needs to trackdown every single surviving copy of that soundtrack and organize a huge CD-bonfire. On the flipside, I can’t resist a catchy tune. “Reproduction” is like, the shittiest song ever and I truly love it. I am adding it to the Damn Anthems. Please partake and enjoy the campiness of horny 1960’s highschoolers singing about sex.

Have the next 2 days off! Woo-hoo! I will spend most of this time getting my things into mobile-ready condition for when BJ moves out next week. I currently reside in what is constructed to be the actual Living Room of the apartment (it’s a lot better than it sounds — my space is HUGE), so I’ll be moving my shit into the bedroom like a grown boy should. Gonna be so weird to have an entire place all to myself now. I swear, I can’t wait.

I have something to say to Diana Ross: No one cares that you have all that money. No one is intimidated by the fact that you like to be difficult and demanding. No one feels obligated to expempt you from the rules that the rest of the world has to adhere to, just b/c you sang some good songs about 40 years ago. If you are driving around the desertlands of Arizona drunk off your ass and endangering the well-being of cacti and tumbleweeds, you are gonna get pulled the fuck over, and the cop who busts your ass has every right to speak to you in whatever tone he feels will get your cooperation. Get over yourself.

Two words: Betty Ford.

The current state of sunniness has got me all kinds of relaxed. I woke up this morning with sunlight straightup burning thorugh my Urban Outfitters curtains and blaring onto my face. It was awesome. And blinding, which was painful. Weather Pixie is looking mighty happy today, although I don’t know about that t-shirt he’s rocking. What in gay hell?

Had a pretty good night @ work, despite being asked to come in an hour early for yet another bullshit meeting with our executive office ppl. Today’s meeting was with Accounting. They had lots to complain about concerning the front desk staff and all the annoying mistakes we make. Yeah, whatever. Cry me a river, kids. You sit at a desk all day and just add up figures. Talk to me after you’ve spent the evening ON YOUR FEET checking over 400 people into the hotel, dealing with bullshit from every angle possible, trying to make nice with coworkers you can’t stand, and facing-off with managers who refuse to give give you a reasonable work schedule. Ugh, I digress… It was actually a very productive meeting. I hear we’re gonna be doing this for the next couple of weeks. It’s meant to bring better communication between all the departments of the hotel, which is a great thing, seeing as how it’s been nothing but chaos and miscommunication since Opening Night. A bright and shiny suprise: my manager Johnson (b/c he’s kind of a dick) totally wowed me this afternoon in the meeting when he basically defended the honor of us kids @ the front desk. He acknowledged how we’re basically our own managers out there and that the only reason things haven’t fallen apart is b/c we just so happen to be smart, savvy thinkers who know how to charm the guests and keep things moving along. I was FLOORED to hear this shit coming from him. It actually made me smile and I went back to the desk feeling completely empowered and appreciated. Couldn’t nobody take my pride, couldn’t nobody hold me down. Oh no. I had to keep on moving…

The COMMENTS feature of my site it up and running again. Sorry for the fuckup. Hey, I warned you that I’d be tinkering with this shit! Don’t look so suprised.

The video for “Miss Independant” is playing on VH1 right now and I do not like Kelly Clarkson’s new bravado. What’s with her new, Just Got Laid hair and the square jawline and cocked eyebrow? It’s a little scary and devious, like she’s all, “You up for some premarital sex? Or how about some armed robbery?” She’s all Faith from Buffy, man. I like my Kelly Clarkson dorky and cute. Change her back, this new one sucks.

It is imperative for each and everyone of you to know that if you’re looking for me? you can find me in da club, bottle full of bub. Look mami, I got the X if you into taking drugs. I’m into having sex, I ain’t into making love so come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed.

Just an FYI.