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Friday, February 24, 2006

My Own Arizona List ...

... tomorrow night my wife and I leave for Arizona. We're going there for a week to spend time with my family and check places out for a possible move. I'm excited about spending a week with my family because knowing them this means steak and beer and a lot of nights staying up late in the hot Arizona night, although they tell me its kinda cold.

My wife is looking at this trip more in a "we need to look at places and neighborhoods" sort of thing, whereas I'm looking at this trip in more of a "I work my ass off at my job I deserve a fucking vacation" sort of thing. There might be some problems there. Then there's the whole "show off my wife and family to all my relatives who are dispersed all over Arizona" thing that my parents will probably want to do (and I do, too, sort of). Not sure what we'll be doing but I know it will be fun.

But I have made a list, an absolute list of things that I absolutely NEED to do while I'm in Arizona. For strange reasons, given how skinny I am, my lists almost always somehow revolve around food. But here it is ...

- eat at Whattaburger

- go to Atomic Comics

- walk down Mill Avenue

- eat at Peter Piper Pizza

- take Emerald to the awesome huge Ren Fair

Not a big list yet, I admit. The last time we went I got a lot off my list like go to Metrocenter and drive down our old neighborhood in Glendale and stuff like that. But I'll have lots more on the list soon enough, I imagine.

Monday, February 20, 2006

Afterglow from our new computer-ness ...

"And Lo, the angel of Marisa and John did appear unto them, and the glory of a computer shone about them. And the Galindo family was so afraid, but the couple said unto them 'Fear not, for Behold we will bring you tidings of digitized joy, which will be for all Galindos. For on this day in the city of Sac-town, a savior. Tis your new computer.' And the mexicans said unto them, 'Glory to Marisa and John in the highest and on earth peace, good will towards booksellers.'"

New computer. That fucking rocks!

Sunday, February 12, 2006

"Plan 9" from Edwoodstock ...

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Stairway at Saint Paul ...

Jeroen Offerman is currently my hero. He rocks so much ass that even though I am not gay, I would do him in a second. That's how much he rocks.

Jeroen is a Dutch artist whose Jehova's Witness parents raised him in a strict Christian upbringing. Growing up like myself he was taught to fear certain songs, the biggest and most evil song was "Stairway to Heaven." For those of you who were raised as God-hating pagans, the rumor was that if you listened to that song backwards (especially that whole "If there's a bustle in your hedgerow" part which never made any sense) you'd hear satanic messages. I spent basically my entire seventh and eight grade listening to records backwards as a result of this.

Jeroen grew up, spent three whole months learning how to sing "Stairway to Heaven" backwards, then set about to film it. This crazy fucking guy went to the steps of Saint Paul's Cathedral in London, sang the entire song backwards, took it home and reversed it, spliced in a kareoke background, and there you go. It's called Stairway at Saint Pauls and it's a frightening work of genius.

Here is a 30 second clip of Jeroen Offerman's "Stairway at Saint Pauls"

Someone gave me the entire six or seven minute thing on DVD. I watched it in awe a few nights ago. I have never been more excited and freaked out at the exact same time. It is amazing.

Wednesday, February 8, 2006

Tricking children ages 5-13 ...

... tonight at six is another meeting of the Harry Potter club. I've been running it for almost three years now. We meet once a month and I get anywhere from 15-25 kids every time. It is loud and crazy and loud and hyper and loud and maddness and so incredibly fucking loud. It's a blast. What's more, those kids feel like they're a part of my family and I don't even want to START thinking about how I'm going to break it to them that I might be moving.

Tonight I plan on tricking them into buying me $15 iTunes gift certificates for my birthday next month. And I have no scruples about that.

That's why I'm an awesome asshole.

YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO THIS ... Q-Unit: an entirely free album of Queen mashed up with 50 Cent.

Monday, February 6, 2006

The Problem is that She Cares ...

... I am a man who, at nearly 29 years old, thrives on repetitiveness. This shouldn't come as a shock to anyone who knows me really well. I take comfort in the same old routine. For me, repetition is bliss. Hell, I can tell you exactly how many "Forrest Gump" soundtracks it takes to drive from San Francisco to Phoenix, Arizona. Tom Wegner and I would listen to the exact same song over and over again on road trips. It would have driven anyone else batshit crazy to listen to just "Alabama Song" by The Doors on a road trip from Phoenix to Disneyland. But that's just how I am.

So I honestly mean it when I say that moving to Phoenix is going to be the single hardest thing I've ever done in my life.


I lived in Arizona for about 25 years, pretty much the first quarter of my life. That's a long time. I never thought I'd move. I expected to find a woman and settle down and maybe even get married and eventually just shrivel up in the Arizona sun. That's what I thought my life would be. But my girlfriend's parents moved back in to the place that was supposed to be ours once they left. They moved back in and automatically wanted us out. Us, they said, but mainly just me. So I moved to Sacramento with my parents with false ideas of getting a place ready so that my girlfriend could come down and live in Sac with me. That didn't turn out so well.

A year of drinking later I found Natasha. She had a daughter, a one year old named Emerald. I was still in this drink all night and work all day mentality and I liked being drunk and free, me with my cigarette and my leather jacket smoking in the dark starry smog-infested night sky of California. I liked that idea of myself. I was frightened about being with someone with a kid.

That all changed when I met Emerald. She had just turned one year old. She couldn't talk. She just grunted and squealed. She still sucked on a pacifier. And she had a smile that I instantly fell in love with. I fell in love with her at first sight, even harder than I fell for Natasha, to tell the truth. Once I saw her, I knew that I wanted to be a father. I never wanted to be one before, never even came close to thinking children with anyone I was with before, but now that was all that I thought about. Suddenly and without warning I wanted to be a father. And I became one in Sacramento.

Now, sometime as I was becoming a daddy, my parents had another one of their trademark changes of character and out of nowhere moved their brown asses back to Arizona. And now here I am with two daughters and a wife and a home and a really happy life. But it's expensive as all fuck to stay living here. In a little over four years I turned Sacramento into my home and I'm going to have the hardest time trying to leave that behind, even for Arizona.

Small side note for longtime readers - if I hadn't had SMOKE BLOWN UP MY ASS about the promotion, then I would probably still be living in California past this summer. Just a thought.

Now, it's not exactly set in stone that I'm leaving. I don't know that yet. There are a lot of deciding factors that come into play when it comes to my family deciding if we should move to Arizona or not. Most of those deciding factors have to do with my work at the bookstore. I am the manager in charge of the children's department and I am damn f-ing good at it. My store was in the hole all of fiscal year 2005 and it was my section, even pre-Harry Potter release, that carried the damn store. I am extremely good at what I do and what I do is sell kids books and do storytimes and lead kids clubs and make money. I honestly love what I do, as opposed to those people that you usually see working at a bookstore that you know is just doing this until they find something else. That's not me. I do what I do because I have a genuine love for it. I am an asset.

I don't want to leave Sacramento but it's my dream to move back to Arizona but if we move, knowing myself, I'll probably kick and scream the entire way there like a cat being forced to take a bath. And one of the main deal breakers with this move is my work. I don't want to give up my $10.50 an hour and I don't want to be demoted to customer service or working behind a fucking register. I want to be a lead. I want my own department. And I want to work in kids. If I can get all (or most) of those demands, then in a few months I am fucking gone from here.

Well, the other day I officially started down the road towards transferring. It was tough. It was hard. And I was devastated. I also devastated somebody else, which only made it harder for me.

I've had four store managers in my 5+ years with the company. They were all good in their own right. But before now none of them really honestly gave a shit beyond work. When I transferred from my Metrocenter store in Phoenix to the Arden store in Sac, my store manager wasn't upset. He was a pretty hardcore cynical flamer. He didn't get choked up. He just laughed it off and said that I'd be back. He didn't give a shit at all if I stayed or left and that hurt. Then the two store managers that I had in Sacramento were clones - fat thirtysomething white chicks who don't get too many dates and who may or may not be heavily into cats. The last one would chastise me for my relationship with Natasha, taking us into the office to berate us and change our schedules so that we wouldn't work together. Sexual harassment, she would say, and then turn around and write pathetic love letters to one of the managers. She would get at ME for having a relationship with my WIFE but then SHE would force the manager that she had a CRUSH on to work alongside her so that she could hit on him.

Can you believe that? What type of bullshit is that, huh? I almost quit over all that. My wife almost did and decided instead to transfer to another, smaller, sexual harassment-less, store.

The store manager we have now has been with us for about eight months or so. She is amazing. She is great. She's funny, silly, smart, attractive and understanding. She is all the things that make up a boss who is so damn good that she makes it very hard to leave. What's worse of all, she actually cares. That has to be her one problem, she actually cares about her employees in a way that I've never had before. Work has never been this comfortable.

Which made breaking the news to her even more difficult.

I saw her at work. She was typing in the office. I smile and wave, pretending that I can't hear her over the iPod. But that's just a cover to the fact that I don't want to tell her. I tried talking to Lance but he said I had to go through her. But I don't want to go through her because I like her and I don't want to have to look into her eyes and tell her I might be leaving. So I panicked. Maybe later. Now's not the right time. I'll wait. I played that game for about an hour until finally she walked into kids to drop off the daily schedule and as she turned around and started to walk away I just blurted it out like a sped with tourette's syndrome "I MIGHT BE MOVING." It would have been easier if she was flaming gay and unprofessional like my first manager and it would have been different if she was just another overweight white chick clone. But no. She cares and that made it a million times worse.

But there it was. I said it. I said it like I was retarded, mind you, but there it was hanging in the air like a word on the Electric Company. It just hung frozen in the air like slo-mo on The Matrix. I was shaking. I was so nervous and upset over it that I had to use my inhaler afterwards. But I said it. It was out there. She turned around, in what now seemed to be in slow motion, and we talked stuff over. I tried not to cry as I told her that my family may be moving back to Arizona ... and I may be mistaken but I believe that SHE was trying not to cry as well. Which just made it worse. She was upset. She was REALLY upset. Hell, if I knew her better I would have asked for a hug but I decided not to go there with her.

But she had the saddest eyes. They were the eyes of a puppy that just got yelled at for no reason. I'll always remember those eyes of hers when I finally broke the news to her. They were sad and deep the way an ocean can be.

I later learned from Lance that she was incredibly devastated that I was leaving but that despite her being so upset, she'd support whatever my decision was completely. So there you go. She e-mailed the district manager, who was said to also be extremely disappointed, with my transfer request and now he's bargaining with the stores in Chandler and Mesa and Tempe and Scottsdale.

I have started walking down that road, a road that somehow always seems to lead me back to Arizona. But its not official just yet. Now I have to just wait and see what the verdict is going to be, if I stay or if I leave.

Friday, February 3, 2006

Beers, Tacos, and the Lobo's ...

... I am about to watch Grammer Rock, then eat me some tacos, and then get me my drink on, all here at Gwen's house.

Fucking awesome. I Love Gwen.