Episode 66-the DJ at the Coffee Shop

I haven't blogged. I'm slacking. But I've been excusably busy--songwriting, poetry writing, school and I got a promotion so I am training my replacement. Yeah me. Now for today's random JS moment...

So yesterday I was with the new co-worker in the morning. I was starving! So I suggested we walk over to the coffee shop in our new building (my office has moved in the last month since our old building had a mold issue--ewww!)

I've only ever been to this coffee shop once since usualy I grab my coffee on the way to work. As I walk up to the counter, I catch sight of one of the employees. Now, ironically enough despite my obsession with weird names--I'm in fact really bad with remembering people's names, but I am good with remembering faces. So I'm looking at this girl and I'm thinking I know her from somewhere. I started to say something and then I caught sight of her name tag and suddenly it dawned on me--

Ok, so back up a little. Late last year I had been invited to a mixer at a gay club. I ended up there by myself when the person that invited me cancelled on me at the last minute. I mean it was cool, I had a nice evening. I had a few drinks and hung out for awhile--they had a really great female DJ. I only remember this because a) she was good and it's odd to see a girl DJ and b) she had an off beat name. Fast forward--the girl behind the coffee counter was the DJ.

Now, I could've said I remembered her, but that would've meant saying where I knew her from and yeah I wasn't about throwing anyone under the bus while I was standing there with my co-worker. So I ended up holding my tongue. It kind of trips me out how the world is small and flat. *shrugs shoulders*

Enjoy the weekend!

Episode 63- Ninjas and a Dominatrix

See, funny but completely random stuff always happens to me. I document it as much as possible because if I didn't I wouldn't believe myself. So my odd story for tonight...

I had class tonight. Because I always have trouble parking on Thursdays I decided I'd try and take the shuttle to the train station and then a couple of stops up to the building. On the way there--no problem. On the way back, it's kinda late by this point. The bus pulls up and it's full of ninjas.

Not even kidding.

Full of ninjas.

And they all start unloading off the bus. So I'm standing there like *wtf* I get on the bus, I give the driver a look--he shrugs. The bus sits there for a few minutes and then some of them get back on. Turns out the university was hosting some sort of scavenger hunt game--the apparel was somehow involved, I don't know, but whatever. Reason #684 why I kinda miss undergrad. LOL.

So, I get back and finally get a chance to sit down and check my email. First thing I see is a reply to an ad I posted re: some freelance editing/writing work. This chick who emailed me was looking for someone to write some bios. Now supposedly, the story was she's an artist manager. So I had asked her for a few details and she'd sent a reply--and something about her reply just threw me off. Call it a hunch...Now, normally, for small jobs I don't do this, but I decided to Google this chick to see if she or her company were legit.

Yeah...so I see she has one artist--who IMHO is wack, but whatever. Then I see a bunch of craigslist posts--that kinda make her sound shady, but they were expired, so I couldn't read them in their entirety. Then I see an ad on another site that I've never heard of advertising that this chick is a dominatrix. Some of her ahem "services" include spanking and golden showers.

Now understand...I'm not one to knock anyones...ahem, side hustle. I'm realizing this is a rough economy and all, but I'm saying...

... I'll pass on that.

Goodnight