Why I Hate Receptions

{Originally Posted on Myspace}

One thing I notice about being in a professional setting is that people leave and move around all the time. Someone always seems to leaving their job for greener pastures. So when things like these happen, there is always a reception to bid the person farewell. Plus there are the holiday parties with all the mingling crap. Let me preface all of this by saying that if you know me, then you know that I am an outgoing person. I like to laugh, joke, and generally socialize. But, I still hate receptions.

I went to this reception the other day for a former co-worker. I walk in, and I groan to myself because there are certain people I really don't want to talk to at this event. I hate small talk and I just don't want to create some with people that I don't really care to talk to. But, I am polite anyway. First thing I do is head for the food since the person I want to bid farewell to seems busy. Food was nasty...but whatever. So I wait my turn to talk to someone. I eat so I don't feel like a fool just standing there. I speak to the person and bid them well. At this point I am thinking, "Is it rude if I just leave now?" So I decide to stay.

I find some people that are nice to talk to and I move on. So, I finally see someone walk in that I can conversate with. We start a convo...and then this white woman (yes I went there) interrupts to speak to the guy I am talking to. As if I was not there. Ok, I just smile and eat some food and pretend to care about the convo. Eventually, I move on. So, I talk to another person and this time we are talking about work. I am in mid sentence when this old fucking white man (that I know from another area) looks at me, then interrupts by talking to this guy! WTF! I just walk away. Why do people do that? I swear, if I were to be like..."asshole I am talking" then I am a crazy Latino. So I just walk away. Later on the other guy I was talking apologizes...whatever man.

So there was a reception yesterday I went to. I totally interrupted these white ladies talking to the colleague the reception was intended for.

I am Just Venting (at 1:30am)

{Originally Posted on Myspace}

I don't know what is wrong with me. I have sorta been in a bad mood for awhile. I haven't been able to pin point it, but I know there are several reason that may be the cause:

I work too much. I know that, but I love my job and it is very demanding even though I feel myself growing out of my current position there is just nothing out there for me at the moment. Ever get the feeling you are like one step of everyone else, but people think they are two steps ahead of you. That is how I feel at this point. Not to mention I have a midterm I haven't even begun to start. I will try not to mention how most of my co-workers seem to piss me off.

A colleague of mind died on Monday. 50 years old. Heart attack…I worked just as hard and just as much as he did. The man dies on his day off and the day before he is about to go on vacation to celebrate his wife's birthday. That is so fucked up. I was just working with him on Saturday.

Then I am the chair person of a Latino community organization. Sometimes I wonder why I even took that fucking job. I never seen so many people used to mediocrity.

I am just venting…

R.I.P. Rusty

{Originally Posted on Myspace}

It is been awhile since I last wrote anything. It has been a busy summer for me. Went on a cruise (pictures will be posted soon), been to NYC a few times, took care of 2 little girls for about a month…just to name a few things. The one thing that happened that was so unexpected was the death of my youngest dog, Rusty.

Rusty was a little over 4 years old and died of cancer. I have never seen an animal deteriorate so fast. We noticed the problem when we sent him to get groomed and had noticed large lumps around his throat. That weekend we had a fourth of July party and he was not as lively as we have become so accustomed to. When we saw the Vet, she confirmed what we had feared and gave him 3 weeks to a year. After giving us some medicine that would make him feel good we had to consider his fate.

The vet had also told us that with treatment we could prolong his life for maybe another few months to a year, but was very adamant that Lymphoma (the type of cancer he had) in dogs was incurable. Sure we could treat it but, that was a lot of money. The medicine she gave us was steroids that would shrink the lumps for a time and make him return to his old jolly self. Return to himself, he did. It was almost like a miracle, and it was like what the Vet said was a lie. Why would Rusty die?

Weeks pass and we don't notice anything. He is fine. Until, one night….he just stopped moving. He would move somewhat slowly, if we called. But I knew he would not make it passed the next day. That next day was a Friday (7/27) and we had to go to NYC to drop off the kids and to see my nephew Justin. I will never forget that morning. Rusty was delirious. He could barely walk. With tears in my eyes, I watch him collapse in the backyard as he struggled for air. I called the Vet, sure they can take him…for about $300 they will put him to sleep and bury him; oh yeah and for an extra charge they will us his ashes. One more thing...we can't bring him in until noon (it was 10am when I called). I had a bad feeling he would not make it. Not to mention the fact I needed to be on the road. I did call the animal hospital and while it was cheaper…they would not take him until noon.

When I looked over, I noticed that he made his way to a bush by the patio. He picked his spot. I knew that this is where he wanted to die. We did go to NYC and Maria, (a good friend) called me later to confirmed that he passed. I took care of things when we got back the following Sunday.

I created a Photo Album in his memory. I will miss him very much.

{Editor's Note: It is still very hard to read this story and I archived this one 2/5/09}