Daily Archives: December 21, 2002

Dec 21 2002
Games

What I'll miss the most

Yes, I actually gave my two weeks notice at the other job. I’ll miss the “Clerks” inspired dialogues about everything and nothing. Most of all, I think I’ll miss refusing to sell Grand Theft Auto: Vice City to twelve year olds.

“I’m here to buy Vice City for my son, I understand you refused to sell it to him. What is your problem?”
“Well ma’am, since it is an ‘M’ rated game, we won’t sell it to minors. Your son is twelve years of age, therefore I refused to sell it to him. The game contains violent situations, such as drive by shootings, bludgeonings, drug running, car jacking, and killing police officers. You get rewarded for doing these things well.”
“I understand that, I’d still like to purchase it.”
“. . .”
“I can still buy it for him, right?”
“Yes. You can, but the game also has sexual situations and multiple instances of the ‘F’ word.”
“Cursing? There’s cursing in the game? I’m not buying that trash for my son!!”

In many ways, I will miss this. I’ll probably pick up seasonal temp work next year. So they aren’t completely rid of me.

Note to parents: Vice City is a video game for adults. It is rated “M” for Mature. This is the equivalent of an “R” rated movie. Learn the rating system. Protect your children. Find out what they are playing. Watch what they’re playing. Hell, play what they’re playing. Okay, that’s enough of an attempt to proselytize you all. I’m done.

Dec 21 2002
Uncategorized

Saturday Morning

I’ve been up since seven-thirty, and I finally get out of bed around eight-thirty. I wasn’t even thinking about anything. It’s just that deep fog you have when you’re lying down. Your room, the blanket, the pillows–everything just doesn’t seem real. But, I eventually mustered enough motivation to get myself out of bed and dressed for my other job, the one that I’m thinking of quitting. Sure, the “extra” money is nice, but quite honestly, some other kid needs that retail job more than I do. It’ll be nice to get Saturday mornings back. I’ll probably just give them the two weeks notice today–they’ll need me for the Holidays, but after that, I think that they can manage without me.

Right now, at this moment, I find myself eating breakfast in my family room, in front of the computer. The the sunlight’s painting bright strips on the hardwood floor. It’s remarkably quiet. Even Connecticut Avenue, just outside my window, seems to be cooperating this morning.

The computer desk is not the most comfortable place to eat, but seeing as how I don’t own a table or even chairs–it’ll do. Strange how you can live in an apartment for four years and not actually acquire any real furniture. One of these days, I’ll have to fix that.

Maybe two Saturdays from now.