Fabulously Out There

Putting the Fabulous in East Boston since 2005 -I have written about my life, my dog(s), my sex life, my my love life, my dating, my non-dating, my job searches and my soul searches since 2005. This is my space and my opinions. I use my space freely and voice my opinions freely. I call my readers possums, cause it's a cute word, not because they aren't fabulous and stunningly handsome and beautiful. :)

Credit companies can’t do math February 11, 2011

Filed under: Boston,WTF — englandia @ 10:45 am

I am so happy my Victoria’s Secret credit card knows math.

Anyone else confused?

$88 balance.

$25 minimum payment.

But it will take me 23 months to pay off at that minimum payment?

SURE.

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Eastie is digging out! January 13, 2011

Filed under: Boston,east boston; boston,eastie,snow — englandia @ 8:44 am

For real!

That was some snow, wasn’t it?

I woke up yesterday at 4 am or something like that and hello, there was definitely a snow storm….see, since the last few times they announced snow it was along the lines of “hey, I might win the lottery………..or I might not”….so I wasn’t so sure….however:

A little later:

This morning on my walk¬† people were busy digging their cars out. Makes me so happy I don’t have a car! I did help my neighbor yesterday to dig his out though, so I do pay it forward, possums.

And yeah, don’t fuck with the parking! They are serious about that ;)

Alas, high Boston:


Happy digging out!

And my favorite from this morning….look at how the snow stuck to the building:

 

United States Postal Service and Professionalism? January 12, 2011

Filed under: Boston,WTF — englandia @ 7:47 am

Yesterday I was a valued customer at the USPS office on Milk Street.

And when I mean valued, I mean “getting freaked out a little” customer.

There was a rather long line upon entering which doesn’t really bug me. I feel for USPS and their budget issues, so I don’ t mind the wait.

As I was standing in line there was a man filling out what looked like envelopes and he was looking around the room a bit dodgy. Oh well. What’s new in downtown Boston, no?

Anyway. Eventually dude went over to the counter and one of the trusted USPS employees helped him with his letters. He then went back to another counter where all the forms are that is kind of parallel to the main service counter.

Suddenly he says very loudly directed at the female USPS employee who had helped him “This MY pen!”

Uhm.

Say what?

The USPS woman was all “Uhm, yes, sir. Ok. I didn’t say it wasn’t.”

Clearly dude wanted to pick a fight. That was obvious the moment he opened his mouth. His voice got louder and louder as he went on how it’s HIS pen and how she implied. I would say she was definitely trying to be chill initially. So kudos to her.

I noticed my new employee getting a bit uncomfortable, but HELL, I am not about to give up my place in line. But I think as this shouting match progressed we all started getting uneasy. Didn’t just someone in Arizona do the unthinkable and shot into a group of people¬† killing many?

To be honest, I usually don’t have those thoughts, but those memories were so close and I kept thinking “don’t these USPS people see that the man is not 100% stable?!!!Egging him on might NOT be the way to go!” I was pissed.

THEN, Postal DUDE joined in.

“SIR, you are DONE,” he said without making eye contact but with a booming, authoritative voice.

WHAM. Of course letter dude now completely gets loud.

Now those two went back and forth to the point of “Why don’t you come out here and tell me?” “OH, LET ME COME OUT THERE AND TELL YOU.”

I swear, I was standing there going “Is this really a place of business, are you fucking kidding me?!!!”

I also pulled out my iphone and started filming, in case letter dude looses his shit and starts launching himself at postal dude or …worse, pulls out some weapon or so.

Please note: NO ONE left their place in line!

Then postal dude leaves his spot in the counter to the postal ladies voices who are all “Tom, Tom, don’t go out there. Come back…”

I swear. BAR FIGHT! That’s what it felt like (and his name is not Tom, but I don’t want to plaster his name here).

So.

Tom didn’t come all the way out there. He just opened the door to the “common” area and yelled some more. There were more exchanges. Postal lady called the cops who seemed to give her a HARD time , I overheard some of it(shame on you, Boston PD as well, come on!)….and then letter dude ran away.

I just stood there and started laughing when he was gone. The lady in front of me turned around and said “Way to go USPS! That’s one way of conflict management after what just happened in Arizona.”

So I wasn’t the only one who felt that this was handled very unprofessional.

I am not sure what the right answer would have been. But “encouraging” someone by yelling at him more was probably not it. I also get that this man clearly wanted to pick a fight and maybe there was nothing they could have done.

The postal lady said something to me when it was my turn about “I do get aggressive about these things” and I said to her “I know that was a shitty situation, but you have 12 customers in here, this could have been dangerous!”

Ridiculous.

Entertaining though. ;)

I thought about posting the video, but I don’t want to violate the people’s privacy that are in it.

 

Winter parking Eastie Style January 3, 2011

Just like in Southie, Eastie residents feel pretty particular about their parking spots.

Who could blame them….I don’t own a car but I sure as HELL would sit there with a shotgun if I had dug out my car after the blizzard and some poptart decides to take advantage of my sweat and tears.

Needless to say, people put things into their parking spots when they drive away.

Yesterday afternoon, I was at a friend’s house who lives up the street. He was having a little New Year’s soiree. I was sipping on some Chardonnay (hey, it’s 5 o’clock somewhere, possums!) and we were discussing if I was a gay man in my previous life (true story).

Suddenly, my friend’s house guest from England walks into the condo after having a smoke outside.

“Dude, those two guys just tried to steal your chairs!”

For real.

My friend has two folding IKEA chairs that are actually quiet nice for his parking spot blocking. Leave it to one of my gays to put out stylish chairs ;)

But then his friend continued “Your neighbor across the street lost his shit, yelled at them and chased them down the street.”

Love it.

Another reason Eastie is a great neighborhood. Neighbors look out for you. And your parking spot.

 

Pepe LePew can go F himself August 19, 2010

The other night I took a late night shower.

NOT after fantastic pre-bed time sex, no, I had a date with this one here, Pepe:

For months I have been jinxing myself commenting on how I am so damn lucky that my dogs have not encountered a skunk spray yet, because we have about two skunks per resident in Jeffries Point right now….they are EV-ER-Y-WHERE.

Well. The other night we all did. The little motherfucker was out. Now, I know they are out at night, but this little guy was about to ring the doorbell on a house on Webster Street apparently. Not sure what he was about to deliver to them, but basically he was three stairs up, in front of a door and it was 10:30 at night, so I wasn’t really expecting little black and white asshole there. Naturally he was offended threatened by my presence and IGNORED the fact that for months and months I have let him and his buddies live their life peacefully, even ASSISTED in a skunk baby rescue, going out of MY way to get out of THEIR way.

I digress.

I got sprayed.

Oh. My. Fucking. God. The smell was just awful. I raced home and managed to get rid of the smell by using a layer of multiple body scrubs and shower gels. No one will ever call me a product whore again and laugh. Then, naturally, I figured out that Fabulous Dog also had a patch of skunk on his back and Lani also had one, on her head…so then we had to do the same body scrub/shower gel treatment on both dogs.

Enough is enough, I told myself.

The next day I filed a complaint on the Mayor’s Constituent Service. I have had a great experience with is previously to get a new recycle can, so I figured why not. I then emailed the Jeffries Point Neighborhood Association and asked the group organizer to encourage members to do the same. I figured strength lies in numbers and if enough of us, maybe something will happen. My neighbor contacted Channel 5 we got this story on TV.

This is the deal:

We have so many skunks here, this morning I saw 3 withing the first 20 seconds of my walk at around 6 am. However, they are also out during the day, which either means they are sick or they are assimilating to a different lifestyle.

They live in the brush along the Greenway, Harborwalk and in Piers Park (HELLO MASSPORT, your cops comment ALL the time that they have never seen so many skunks….maybe something to look into).

They are absolutely not afraid of humans.

I am no skunk hater, but this is insane.

To the people who are feeding the stray cats around here: YOU ARE FEEDING THE SKUNKS. I can’t even tell you how often I have seen skunks eat the cat kibble while the cats stay in safe distance. Stop it.

To the city who is NOT reinforcing the “YOU NEED A FUCKING TRASH BIN” law: Please give people tickets and make them store their trash in bins! How hard is that! Seriously, and great income for the city. Anyone at city hall, if you read this, our trash day is Wednesdays. These trash bags get ripped open by cats and skunks. This morning I saw a poor skunk with a jogurt container stuck on his head (I called animal control and left a message and later some dude tried to help…I had to leave as my two dogs were flipping out).

To the people who say that skunks are the natural enemy of rodents: True story, but don’t be crazy, these skunks are SMART. They eat our trash. Why chase a rat if you can have yourself a delicious bit of pizza crust out of the non existent trash can up the street.

And to whoever at animal control who told a resident that they won’t do anything until a skunk has rabies? SERIOUSLY, that’s just an asshole response. I get it, you are overworked and underpaid, but isn’t this a bit of a public safety issue. If you have two skunks per damn resident? They shit and pee all over the place. They are wild animals. They carry diseases. People have cats that go out into the homes, children playing in yards where these fuckers defecate and really, I am ALL OVER walking my dogs being charged by a fucking skunk with rabies. Not a solution, that advice buddy.

 

A little message to the MBTA July 7, 2010

Filed under: blue line,Boston,mbta,the T,travel — englandia @ 5:50 am

Dear MBTA,

I am actually not an MBTA hater. You definitely provide me with what I need mostly – a timely, quick and usually problem-less commute. However, I have to ask you something.

WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THE GOVERNMENT CENTER T-STATION!!!???

I know you are renovating train stations all over. Did it ever cross your mind to specifically look at one of your busiest stations and figure out how to help OLD people, people with baby carriages and strollers and whoever the hell carries more than an average purse?

There is NO escalator or elevator DOWN to the AIRPORT TRAIN PLATFORM. Yesterday, in 100 degrees weather I helped a couple carry their suitcases down (on that note: all you big guys who are occupying the free weight section at Planet Fitness every day and were walking by them, thanks for nothing, assholes). They were on their way to visit their grandkids and were both easily in their late 70s. It was hot as Hades in that t-station and there is no way to get down to the blue line level. There IS an escalator to get down to the green line level, thank you GOD. Oh wait, that one doesn’t always work…but you get my point.

I know it’s only two sets of stairs to get to the blue line, but let’s face it, MBTA: There are only two places where people can switch to the blue line. State Street and Government Center and I find it despicable that a train station, a busy station like Government Center, where you have many many many people changing trains to get to the airport, that there is NO. HELP. to bring luggage down to the platform.

I would suggest some research. If you can’t put in an elevator or escalator, check out luggage escalators.

My hometown train station in Germany has had those probably for 20 years. They run right NEXT to the stairs and have non slip rubber on top. You put your suitcase on it and it starts moving slow enough that you can walk right next to your luggage. This certainly wouldn’t help a woman with her stroller, but at least it would help the elderly and the young in 100 degrees plus weather in a non-air conditioned train station with these things.

The two elderly people were so nice. They told me next time they will drive and just park, even if it will cost them a fortune.

Don’t let me start how often I have stopped and helped women with their strollers down the stairs. When I had a visitor last year with an infant, she was equally shocked because, again, escalators were broken and there was no way to get up and down except stairs. Bummer.

Fix that damn station before some poor person hurts themselves.

Sincerely,

Me

Unrelated:

GERMANY LET’S GO KICK SOME ASS TODAY. Please note what happened in Germany after the last Worldcup win against Argen-I had some steak for dinner -tinia:

 

News? Come on, Channel 5! June 17, 2010

Filed under: Boston,WTF — englandia @ 5:50 am

So, some dude walking his dog saw a fire fighter wash his personal motorboat in the firefighting house garage.

….took a photo with his iphone.

…send it to Channel 5.

…wants to remain anonymous (WHUSS).

Seriously, I am happy they are not doing lines of coke and drinking gallons of beer. ;) Since I know that the latter actually does happen, the former I know nothing about.

In this case my verdict would be : Channel 5, stop with this BS so called news during my morning breakfast. Firefighters do sit around a lot and WAIT to help US. I know that during the day they do fire inspections and what not, but at night? Give me a break. Boring is the word if nothing’s happening.

I mean, no one sends a photo of the fire station in the South End where the TV room is on street level and the guys watch the Celtics at night. I have walked by there more than once and, if windows open, have asked for the score. So what if someone washes his car at night with so much downtime. Ridiculous report.

Oh my god! THE WATCH TV AT WORK WHILE THEY WAIT FOR AN EMERGENCY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.

Dude who took that photo should be happy he has firefighters close by.