Catch-up
I went to a Yankees game with my dad this past Saturday in honor of Father’s Day. Good times. I love going to baseball games with my dad. I remember my first game. He bought me a Yankees bunny cuz I was crying for one and I named him Steve Sax cuz he stole a base that day and I thought he was the greatest. I remember my dad getting beer spilled on him as he fought off other guys to get me a foul ball. I remember him getting hit in the face by a foul ball cuz neither of us tried to catch it with the gloves we were wearing. I remember sitting in the Upper Deck way back against the wall, worst seats you can get but I was with my dad and my sister. I remember going to the playoff games with my family and they won against Texas, but I forget with year. I remember last year getting stuck in the hot summer heat in our car and missing a home run early in the game. I’ll remember this past game cuz it was Jeter’s first career grand-slam. There’s been alot more games we’ve been to but those are the ones I remember going to with my dad. Good times and I hope to go to many more games with my dad.
Going home for me seems like going back to high school. I feel like I’m going back to the way things were 4 years ago my Senior Summer. Not that it’s bad but it feels like nothing’s changed though I have. I enjoy hanging out with my friends but I long for something more when I go back home. Maybe because I don’t get the same enjoyment from the things I used to.
At our traditional Apple Bee’s after Friday Night with my traditional Kiwi-Lemonade-without-Ice(TM) some punks made a comment “Get out of my country” directed towards us. There were about 20+ of us sitting right next to them. There were about 15+ youth group kids there from our church and ~15 people from another chinese church in the area there also. How ignorant could someone be to make such racial comments like that in that kind of atmosphere. Words could not express my frustration with such individuals. My friends were seriously ready to throw down and beat the living crap outta him. And I had no doubt they would have. Fortunately (or maybe not so?) one of his friends was Asians and one of my friends knew him so he was able to step and make the guy apologize without us having to. Would you even make those racial comments to your friend? That’s lame. People like that shouldn’t be allowed the reproduce or something. If we were African American, there would have been a big fuss. But we’re Asian. Where’s the equality? Too many Asian’s are comfortable with letting such things go. What a shame. For all of us.
I had an interview yesterday with an “Intern” hiring program at work. It’s not a traditional internship as it’s a full time position with full benefits. After talking with them, it was nothing like I thought it was. Basically they only have one of the benefits I wanted from it. The mobility I sought from the program didn’t seem to be there after talking with the directors. I might actually have better mobility with an office I interviewed than with a program that lets you tour different offices. Go figure. That office I interviewed with last Tuesday’s looking pretty enticing. Especially since this program won’t let me know if they’re gonna hire me till Nov/Dec when I want an offer in July before I leave. Aish. Even having offers can be as much a headache and stress as not having them. We’ll see.