Sage Advice

"You should try to always use cash, especially when you are in a bar, because then if a fight breaks out the authorities can't prove that you were there."

On a Friday night after a few drinks and a couple games of scrabble with my boyfriend and my mother, she imparted this wisdom on both of us youngsters at the green age of 21. At first I laughed off this seemingly shady advice that I was receiving from my mother who didn't seem at all like the bar fightin' type, but after thinking about it over again I realized that this is not only smart for keeping me out of jail, but out of trouble with many situations. Lately I have been having a lot of issues with the people who I consider my friends and I have really been struggling with how I should handle these situations:

I think that I just need to start using cash instead of card. (metaphorically of course). Cash is exactly what it presents itself as, kind of like honest feelings, while cards just kind of pretend to be cash/present itself as cash. I have to stop just pretending to feel a certain way, and really put my money where my mouth is. (See what I did there?) Only after I only use emotional cash, then I will never be stuck in these pesky fights because I am honest with everyone.

So thank you mom for giving me practical advice and life advice through an analogy. This isn't the first time you've done this to me, and I know it won't be the last. I hope I can just follow it all.

love, Bailey

The Real Point of Fajitas

imamodrocker 12:49 am
(12:49:08 AM): truth
(12:49:11 AM): but im thinking
(12:49:16 AM): like
imamodrocker 12:49 am
(12:49:23 AM): 3 options
(12:49:28 AM): tacos plate
(12:49:32 AM): enchilada plate
sayitifyouwant 12:49 am
(12:49:39 AM): burrito plate
imamodrocker 12:49 am
(12:49:40 AM): fajitas
sayitifyouwant 12:49 am
(12:49:48 AM): oh wow
(12:49:51 AM): steppin up your game
imamodrocker 12:49 am
(12:49:52 AM): yeah
(12:49:53 AM): i mean
(12:49:58 AM): the best part about fajitas
(12:50:06 AM): you can make little burritos
sayitifyouwant 12:50 am
(12:50:06 AM): MULTIPLE BURRITOS
imamodrocker 12:50 am
(12:50:09 AM): yep

That's What She Said

While 7 seasons of the hit NBC show (thanks to the genius of Ricky Gervais and the general sense of dry wit from England) The Office has given us so much joy through their characters, there is something that is eerily familiar within each episode that features Dunder Mifflin: Michael Scott.
As an individual who has held a number of summer and part time jobs for the last 8 years, I feel like I have come to experience a myriad of different types of bosses. I have found that I work best with a friendly boss who knows exactly what they want from me. I am a person that responds well to direction and I am always happy to do something better for the good of my company. While the relationship of Boss/Employee seems to be a fairly straight-forward concept, I continue to find that too many superiors believe that they can live the double life of the punisher and the pal.

Why do so many bosses fall into the category of being a "Michael Scott"?

Watching The Office at home on your couch in the comfort of your free time allows you to cringe and release the steam of the true to life personalities that you physically have to endure every single day. True, we all wish our work lives were as exciting and goofy as this paper company in Scranton, PA (I've been to Scranton...It's never as sunny as Studio City makes it seem), but what can we do when we come into contact with the most frustrating and confusing beast of all? Having a boss who tries to be your friend, but then turns around and pretends you are an idiot has no benefit for anyone. I understand if your boss has a delusion that people actually come to work to HANG OUT with them, but this is just a common problem for most bosses; there should be a pill for this.

And what do YOU do if you seem to have fallen into this attractive trap of a "fun" boss?
I guess you just suck it up and make sure that you do not think they are your friends. Not having a sturdy footing for the mood of the day, every day, when you come into work is very nerve wracking, but it's better than the alternative of no job? This universal concept of the "Michael Scott" boss is partly what makes The Office so great, we've all been there and we will all just continue to be there until retirement.

Festival of Lights

Ok I didn't actually know Hanukkah starts tomorrow and I was just ordering stuff off Amazon, but let's just pretend I knew. So in the spirit of Hanukkah I ordered my 2 favorite Christmas movies. Happy Hanukkah to me!

This one came today! Home Alone is my favorite movie of all time. When I was little I would watch our VHS copy of this at least once a week. Also it was on sale for like 5 dollars. 

Haters to the left. I love this movie forever. I feel like everyone loves this movie or at least secretly does because there's so many people in it that you're bound to like at least one of them, right?

And last but CERTAINLY not least:

That's right, I'm getting Charlie Kelly/Day for Hanukkah. I've always wanted this shirt, a main staple in Charlie's wardrobe, and it finally went on sale on the FX store and now it is mine. HAPPY HOLIDAYS, BONERS.

A Love Letter To England

We’ve both moved on since last seeing each other, but I never forget the time we shared together. I sit here against the dark marble that has been perpetually heated by the sun looking out at the granite history of my state; the university that has stood since 1886, representing the hopes and abilities of California.
It has all the makings of a perfect sunset: the light, yet noticeable transition from lilac purple on my left to the brassy shades of blue still kissed by the sun to the right. There are even the flossy salmon strings of clouds that resemble more of an unraveled cotton ball instead of the traditional lumpy pile of mashed potatoes; soft and vibrant all at once. And while I can look out at the awe of my home (post LAUSD), I know that none of this light can compare to your piercing sky as the winter sun sets.
Believe me when I say that I completely realize that our push and pull relationship wasn’t always hopeful. The constant guessing games of what you had in store for me were more than slightly annoying. Our ongoing fight of light or dark grey will continue to frustrate me even though I am several thousand miles away. (I do also admit that you always did win with the fatalist argument of “grey is grey is grey”.) But I always knew that you cared for me, even through these trying months, with the bursts of kindness you would shower me with.
Yes, you did shower me a lot (probably too much), but nothing reminded me why I was with you quite like those 4pm sunsets. The grey wet that had so consistently become the defining characteristic of you and I left for the brief moment of shining love. Emerging onto the Strand and knowing that you did have a soft side as you waited for my time inside to end was the best feeling in the world. The golden hues from light cream to a deep and startling orange showed me that you did care. It was always the greatest “I’m sorry” that I could get each afternoon. Enveloping my body in a warmth and dryness that I always forgot was capable. Even with these perfect moments, we knew that our relationship, our closeness couldn’t last. And while I agree that it was all for the best, the memories of you still make me smile because of the secret knowledge we now share about one another.
So you can keep your falling snow and open addiction to liquor, as I cling undyingly to my constant years of drought and smug control of the entertainment industry, but we both know the transformation that the past year made on both of us. I love my home, but the sunsets over Doe aren’t exactly worth the extra blocks walked to Charring Cross tube station just to experience yours for a few more moments before going under.

Always with love and admiration,

Bailey

A Little About Us

imamodrocker 5:23 pm
(5:23:26 PM): our blog is getting better i think
sayitifyouwant 5:23 pm
(5:23:37 PM): i like how you do the musicy stuff
(5:23:47 PM): and im like the angry man hater
imamodrocker 5:23 pm
(5:23:49 PM): mhm
sayitifyouwant 5:23 pm
(5:23:53 PM): good dynamic
imamodrocker 5:23 pm
(5:23:56 PM): i think thats kind of our schtick anyways

see? we think this stuff through

"I Hope We Can Still Be Friends"

Translation: "Hey Jess, I'm dumping you because I've decided I don't feel the same way about you anymore and I don't feel like working it out because I'm stubborn. Mostly I just like being able to say that I'm stubborn, though. I'm also too selfish to realize how much that statement probably just made you feel like I ripped your heart out, BUT HEY, consolation prize: I think you're worthy of being my friend still. But I'm really just saying that because I don't know what else to say and I feel like that is something girls like to hear? In fact the likelihood of me contacting you to actually be friends is essentially nonexistent...but again, I'm not really sure what to say at this point in the conversation so I'm going to say the stupidest fucking thing that comes into my head because I've already used my 'I think you're a great girl' line. Now I'm going to sigh a lot so I sound sincere and try to get you to see that I'm just being honest. Girls love honest guys, right? At least I'm being honest."

<3 dudez