09.22.08

I'm starting the work week. This, is (I hope) my last week at this job. Well, my last full weak at least. Technically, I am completely finished on the 30th. But, since I'm in pre-production, my job is done before the rest of the crew.
This morning, on my way to work I had to stop off to pick up a package at the post office that my mom had sent me(I had missed it on its original delivery). She kept calling and hassling me about it, because inside was a book with money wedged into the front cover. $200 dollars. Why no send me a check? Answer: "Well, I realize now, maybe not you, but your sister's, in the past haven't been very good at depositing checks, so ... I don't know! Just let me know when you get it and stop giving me a hard time!" Excuses, Excuses. My answer: "Fine, but I hope you know I'm not reading that book." That really sealed the deal in my effort to offend her. She generally goes "ugh" and hangs up. In that "endearing" Mom way.
Anyways, I go to the post office at 86 Wyckoff in the good ol' 11237 to pick up the package. I experience by far some of the worst post office service. Must there only be one woman working what seems to be the availability of 4 staff positions? AND in addition, why are you wearing acrylic nails that makes it almost impossible to function. Holding onto every package, or roll of tape, pretty much anything thing larger than your two hands, as if it was a ginormous piece of poop, because you can't use your fingers. Fake nails serve no practical purpose. If you're looking to excuse yourself by saying that this is some sort of a fashion statement, then I will ignore you immediately. Mostly because they usually look pretty gross. I would actually be curious to know the true reason behind the need to wear them in my neighborhood. Perhaps it reveals some class hierarchy that I don't understand.
If I just step back for a moment and attempt to find the time in history when women thought, "Well these nails I have on my hands just aren't enough! I need more than these simple human nails! I need fake plastic nails on top! Adorned in tacky designs and bedazzled with rhinestones!" (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manicure)
Surprise! Something that started classy and ended tacky. We Americans really know how to crush culture.