What Do I Do All Day?

July 30, 2008 at 12:12 pm | Posted in The Bucket, Working | 1 Comment

This is what I do all day. 

And practice posting photos.

Our "front porch"

Our "front porch"


Melissa and Melissa (aka Gabacha)

Melissa and Melissa (aka Gabacha)

My Three Constant Sidekicks

My Three Constant Sidekicks

Intense Case Management Just Happened Here (with Your Highness)

Intense Case Management Just Happened Here (with Your Highness)

While I May Think This is My Desk, It's Actually Not

While I May Think This is My Desk, It's Actually Not

Ode to the ‘Fro: A Haiku

July 29, 2008 at 4:20 pm | Posted in The Bucket, Weirdness | 4 Comments

Busted ‘fro, oh my!                                                                    

Nappy-headed Bucket kid.

Where are your straightbacks?

This Shiny, Foreign Object

July 27, 2008 at 9:39 pm | Posted in Self | 2 Comments

I may very well be one of the last of my generation to get a digital camera.  At first, I took the moral high road.  I claimed I wasn’t going to give in to technology and that my 35mm worked just fine, thank you very much.  But then I realized that I had amassed only about 45 pictures since 2002.  I envied my friends, who had close ups of wild flowers on their blogs and kooky self portraits sprucing up their Facebook pages.  And I had been deeply remiss in documenting my dog’s antics and quiet moments on the couch.  There was only that one picture of him wearing a pink tank top that I had put on a disc and a couple from one of those disposable cardboard things back during his puppyhood. 

The turning point was when I silenced a group of about 20 co-workers and management folks at a conference table when I said, “I don’t know how to use a digital camera.”  The whole room went dead quiet, and every single head turned my way.  My boss, who was at the other end of the table started giggling nervously.  I said, “No, really.  I don’t.”  He briefly looked startled, then just looked down at his hands. 

But objects with lots of shiny buttons and multiple cords tend to intimidate me.  I finally said “fuck it” and dragged my husband to Best Buy and randomly picked ths sporty, slate blue number based on some vague details I remembered about pixels and modes. 

I didn’t touch it for about a week although Homeboy claimed to have mastered it after 15 minutes of fiddling around.  I always read instruction manuals, and this time was no different.  But this little document confused me.  It had simple instructions like “press menu” and “turn camera on” in three languages, stacked one on top of the other.  I’d read and understand the English instruction, then my eye would catch the Spanish.  Not realizing that I was reading two different languages (sometimes my brain doesn’t differentiate between the two), I did everything twice.  But only with the most basic mechanics of the camera.  Nowhere does it teach me about the million different flash options the camera provides nor does it tell me with any hint of specificity exactly what is so “easy” about the “easy mode.”

I could probably research these things on the Internet.  I feel confident that I too can master an object that even toddlers (well, perhaps only the most precocious) can use. 

But actually snapping the shutter and taking a photo that isn’t all blurry seems to be beyond me.  Just about 97% of my photos look like I’ve taken them while experiencing a rather fierce episode of the DTs.  What in God’s name am I doing wrong?

The other 3% of the photos that actually look like they were taken by a sober person are all of my dog.  Leo’s coat has never looked so glossy and his countenance has never looked so noble as they do in my close ups. 

I hope that one day the rest of my photos don’t look like I took them while hanging out the window of a car doing 35 mph.

Note to Self

July 22, 2008 at 7:48 pm | Posted in Weirdness | 6 Comments

Learn the difference between the Reply and Forward button on your email.  Furthermore, make sure you hit Forward rather than Reply before talking about your crush on the person in question.

Pawtucket Po Po Rock My World

July 21, 2008 at 7:55 pm | Posted in The Bucket | 4 Comments

One of the fine patrolmen charged with the noble mission of “serving and protecting” called me a little bitch today!

I was chatting with a kid who is doing community service with us outside work today about doing the paperwork to start his GED when a cop yelled out his window, “I thought you were doing your community service.”  We both yelled back that he is.

Later, a frequent visitor to the center who was talking to the cops told me that one said “That kid’s a scumbag and that little bitch is covering for him.”

Nice.  No wonder why everyone hates you, Pawtucket PD.

Mixed Blessing

July 17, 2008 at 5:22 pm | Posted in The Bucket | Leave a comment

I don’t know whether getting a pool table in my office was the best thing that has happened in a while or the worst.

Gabacha: Is this pool table too shitty to have a pool tournament?

Some kid: We’re in da hood, so it really don’t matter.

All Over the Place

July 10, 2008 at 7:04 pm | Posted in The Bucket, Working | 1 Comment

Things kids have brought up with me today:

  • Lil’ Wayne
  • bisexuality
  • drive by shootings
  • smoking blunts
  • smoking blunts before a GED test
  • smoking blunts with bullet fragments in your lungs
  • Lil’ Wayne
  • getting “spanked” at pool
  • getting off home confinement
  • probation officers
  • why Cape Verdeans rock
  • the high one gets from stealing
  • deadbeat dads
  • why white people can’t dance
  • stolen freezer pops
  • Etch a Sketch masterpieces
  • why you should marry someone 20 years younger than you
  • You Tube videos
  • why I shouldn’t be able to use the phrase “I haven’t seen you in a minute”
  • a murderer’s arraignment
  • whose gun it was
  • someone’s new job
  • if Lil’ Wayne is attractive or not
  • nappy ‘fros
  • metal ‘fro picks vs. plastic ones
  • getting a bouncy house for free
  • if going into a dunk tank constitutes community service hours
  • who’s got a worse short term memory, me or Hurricane
  • group homes
  • why talking about your feelings is hard
  • why I am beast

Yes, I do talk about and listen to Lil’ Wayne daily.

And I only worked eight hours today.

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