Tuesday, August 09, 2005

i still can't believe i live in a place with palm trees.

alright. now i know why all the cool kids don't use Blogger. it's fucking annoying, and i think it's going to be on its way out. can anyone assist me in trying to wade through Moveable Type? i don't get it...

so, today was my first day at The Buck, Part Deux: Revenge of Houston. i was way more nervous than i thought i would be. when i went in last week to get my schedule, the kids there were...not rude, but indifferent. they pretty much ignored me, which was weird. at my store in Philly, if we met a new hire, there would be introductions all around and the offer of a free drink, and perhaps the chance of some preliminary dish, if the party in question was willing. but i digress. i was worried that everyone would be mean and aloof, but they seem to be, for the most part, pretty cool. there's just so many of them.

so, i was wrong about the store being open until 11. it's actually open until 12:15 in the am. and then it opens at 4:45 in the morning. utter madness.

there's also an aquarium in the store. an aquarium. with fish. surely i'm in the twilight zone?

i do not jive with the drive through. if i wanted to be a drive through monkey, i would've been working at McDonald's all this time. i'm not looking forward to it. but if one thing's consistent across this fine country of ours, it's St*rbucks clientele. the people i glimpsed through the drive through window were highly polished bleached monsters sitting in Audis and Lexuses, their cell phones firmly glued to their heads. some things will never change.

Amanda said to me last week, "Houston's a shopping town." Houston's also a place where there is 8.25% tax on everything, including clothing.

this one kid i was working with yesterday starting discussing the various Houston sites that i might be intereted in seeing. i think second on his list was The Galleria.

"it's really cool", he said.

i stopped. "it's a...mall, right?" i asked incredulously [a mall, incidentially, that actually has an entire part of town named after it. so one could concieveably say, "i live in Galleria"]

"well, yeah. but it's a really cool sight to see. it's huge. and there's a 24 hour St*rbucks there, too."

great. just what i need.

it seems that in Houston, shopping is an honest-to-goodness, honorable pasttime, like tennis or macrame. and all the places to pass this time are firmly and clearly divided into two camps: the chain stores, and the smaller, shabbier, independently run stores. the strip malls here are like a religion, lining every major thoroughfare with their clean white facades, mostly populated with sophisticated but generic looking stores that i've never heard of.

not the most exciting place for someone with no money.

5 Comments:

Beth W. said...

I'm not sure I'd say macrame was ever an "honorable pastime." It gets made fun of a lot in Cyra McFadden's book on Marin County in the 1970s. :)

What do you mean, "including clothing??" There are places where sales tax doesn't apply to clothing??

11:22 PM  
Rhymes With Scrabble said...

You could always get WordPress; that's what I use for wickedqueen.net.

And yeah, in what magical place do they not charge sales tax on clothes? Now, they don't charge it on food in Wisconsin, which still occasionally surprises me, having grown up in Missouri...

7:45 AM  
Bethany said...

um....Pennsylvania?

how i miss it.

11:16 AM  
alexis said...

i went to the galleria when my dad lived in houston... it is freakin huge.

11:18 AM  
CMB said...

shopping is ameriaca's prime pastime. why should houston be different? besides.....get to work on what you're there for. and that ain't shopping. you're 1/12th of the way through your stay. and we all miss you so if we've got to suffer you being in another city, you better be making art 24/7. be well.

6:32 AM  

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