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Thursday, January 8th, 2009
4:27 pm	Looking up... The title kinda says it all. Everything is moving along in my life fairly smoothly for the new year. The first week of it was marred by a little bit of chaos, but the positive things happening so out weighed that, that my positive flow has not been stopped. And even that has been squashed and now set on a good course as well. Sunday I'm back in sales department after couple month special project working in the retention department. I look forward to going "home" . I could feel the retention department and I were no longer a fit. My attitude and empathetic feelings are not what once they were. Sales is a bit of s rougher edge, but still being nice. Kinda like me. You know like Dalton said "Always be nice. Until it's time NOT to be nice" . A good philosophy. Of course moving to the other side of the building is not something I look forward to. But adjust and adapt is another mantra I follow. I started back to the gym yesterday. It felt good. I'm a little sore right now. It's a good amount sore though. My coming to realization of "whoa, what was that?" . That, my friendly body, is what the future will hold more of. I gotta get my ass in better shape. It'll take time, but I got plenty of it. (Comment on this)
Saturday, January 3rd, 2009
7:02 pm	Weird life Wow. A new year and a whole menagerie of interesting and unimaginable circumstance. a real lesson in how things can rapidly escalate, deteriorate, and flourish all at the same time. My brains a reeling in semi disbelief of some of it. Some of it I'm really good with. I guess this is all sort of vague, but it speaks volumes where I'm sitting. I've nothing to hide nor to be ashamed of. I will do as I've always done. I will reach for the positive and deal with the negative as it presents itself. I would love to meet the expectations of everyone, but this in reality is not a reality. No one can, nor should they try. If you show me respect and trust and positivity I will return it in scores, without hesitation. I am not a force of negativity to detract from the energies of others. This is may sound all new age and hippy-nonsense-ish, but this is a release for me right now. I've not written in far too long. I would always make half ass returns here, professing a genuine return. This has yet to happen. I will lay no claim like this this time around . Who knows what will unfold in this new year. What wild adventures will my life's path take me in '09? I'm down to dive head long and find out. Have to put the regrets of yesterday and the fears of tomorrow behind me. We only live one day at a time. Each one should be lived to it's fullest. I will live, laugh, and love without regret. I am rebuilding. This is the deconstruction and revitalization of a human machine... Ok, so enough of my posi-philosophy self. Now onto the other simple minded knuckle head who we all know and love. You know the guy. The one who has no patients and/or tolerance the jibbering masses of bottom feeding dip shits that seem to populate WAY too much of the same spaces as I do. Yeah the Grange-ier side of me. So the new pad is A OK! I got it all home-like. It's a new experience for me right now. Gonna take a little adjustment living alone for the 1st time. But I really don't hate it. I got a really wicked good deal on the rent thanks to some clumsy clod-fuck who burnt the shape of a clothes iron on the floor... Well woth the $50 a month discount(???) . But I ain't gonna turn it down. Well My stomach supercedes the need to write any more tonite. I'm sure I'll be back realitively soon (Comment on this)
Thursday, March 27th, 2008
3:06 pm	awesome.... ...hmmmph... unbelievable... Current Mood: disappointed (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 4th, 2007
9:39 pm	WEEEE'RE HEEEEERRR.... That's right folks. We are now residing in the lavish Heights of Collingswood... ok, maybe not LAVISH. But I'd say fairly dern nice. We've got everything set up here that we need from the old local. Tomorrow will be the FINAL blowout day for the old joint. Everything there now goes to storage. So just for the sake of posterity I will journalize the initial interesting going ons of me new home. 1. On the day we brought our tenant applications and processing fees, we "earned" a quite sweet "move in special", thanks in no small part to a liquored up tenant who was being a tad hostile in the leasing office... His name is Elmer. Oh, how do I know this? Well, you see that would be due to the fact that he wonders the halls... OH, and lives on my floor... 2. After battling with an undersized freight elevator, waiting for other users to exit and get to whatever floor they might need, hours had passed and we were done. While eating, our friend who lives in one of the buildings here, shared with us the fact that the leasing office has a key for the freight elevator that locks it where you need it when you need it 3. DAY 1(post move in):Clogged kitchen sink and leaking bathroom sink trap. Learned though we a very on point and efficient maintenance crew. Kudos guys. 4. Day 1: Thurs, 11/29/2007 1pm-5pm xfer of comcast svc scheduled with CDV upgrd. Contractor (not in-house tech) arrives looking up in the drop ceiling in the hallway. Informs me "there's no line run here". Goes into further detail that this happened in other apartments here. Now I had seen a cable outlet, but presumed it to be dead if no line was run to apt. So said contractor reports the scenario to dispatch, and as per normal procedure the work order is canceled and an SRO(special request order) is placed for a line to be run. The SRO is not sched until the following tues(today). We are not happy. So my lady contacts her (now our mutual) friend (the one who also lives in these apts). He too works for Comcast. He pulls some strings and gets us a tech(in-house) that Friday (11/30/2007). The dude shows up, never looks up into the ceiling, walks in and is all " there's a line running here from such and such place" . He looks around the floor and sees the outlet that I had and asks "did he check this one?". "nope" . "Hmph. Well lemme see", as he pulls out his signal meter and connects it to said outlet "there's a signal". My blood boils. SO basically the box holds the old codes from whatever acct it came from and until a new signal is sent, or the box is rebooted, it will play whatever package you had as long as a signal is sent to it. So we had bootleg cable until our new appointment (thanks to our inside man again) today. So now I have running internet and cable again... still waiting on the phone. But that is a story for another time 5. Day 2: Stove does not work. But again thanks to our rocking fixer-upper boys, shit gets done. 6. Crazy Next Door Neighbors: A 40 something single mother with a small and frail 13 year old son(looks about 10). The child is an honor roll, but something kinda off type. He seems to be a fan of video games as he interrogated me about what systems, if any I play/have. Why, I even have an invite to play them with him. A 30 year man playing video games with a non-related/non-friend 13 year old kid...That's not weird. If my initials were M.J. perhaps. The mother is like a stereotype Jewish/Italian New York type. These people are not familiar with the phrase "inside voice". OH... tonight, the little pajama clad(at 7:30) 13 brought us a ummm... a pie. NO, not a home baked one. NO, not even an entemans or acme Nah, this was one straight out of their freezer. Interesting. 7. I learned last night, that when your bedroom is on the corner of a building, and there are insanely high winds it sounds like you're in a car that's being pressure washed So, all this aside I like this place. Most of these tails are for a chuckle more than in anyway really complaining. But they are all 100% true. NOW, moving forward, once tomorrow is over with I can really start focusing on this place being home. I can really focus on getting my bills caught up. Maybe I can even focus on writing again. Well only time will tell I suppose. I know I gotta figure out where the hell my cd's are going... I guess that's about all I can really think of for now. I know I seem to generally promise myself this every time I make an entry her, but I'm going to try to start logging more thoughts. And possibly little story entries... (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, November 8th, 2007
10:25 pm	A time of change falls upon us... ...And so the tale be told, after great struggle and strife our long up hill battle has proven all for not. After months of plotting and planning on how to keep the house we live in , in spite of the insane tax hikes and the pending mortgage rate increase(due to an ARM program), our best and only option was to fall back and regroup. The house is now nearing sale. My mom has already found new residence in an apartment not so very far from our house. Myself along with my lady, and step-child are preparing to head to an apartment building our own, also not far from the house. There we will stay and rebuild and save for a home of our own. A home where we know we will be able to manage our finances. And upon the horizon is yet another ray of hope in our favor. Heather will soon begin training for a managerial position. This will spike our collective income nicely. Though times are challenging now and this battle has been lost... The war is far from over. And if all goes closely to plan, victory in our favor is inevitable "One who wallows in defeat, Will never revel in victory" - Chris Modano (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 25th, 2007
9:50 pm	Lemme just go ahead and brush the dust off this ole bad boy... (cough cough...) Wow so it dates back to a month or so before I started Comcast since last I decided tick-ity-tick away my thoughts in here. So where to begin. Let's see 1. I must admit I am a dork who truly likes and for the most part enjoys my job. The perks and pay MORE than make up for any complaints I may have. Not to mention I'm not generally the the complaining type. 2. Well in June, spread across the date of the 22nd-25th my most favorite pro wrestler and an individual who I believed held all the qualities to be considered a genuine role model murdered his wife and child, and then proceeded to off himself. Well that's not at all jarring when someone who you've admired and basically looked up to completely shatters your entire perception of them in the most horrific way possible. I understand and am well aware of the character end versus the reality end of a person. And I also know I didn't know the man from Adam. However EVERYTHING you ever heard about fit exactly the perception I had based on his work ethic and skill and personality. And now that's all gone. This occurrence also shook to the core my 25 year long dedication to the world of pro wrestling, as I was forced to reflect upon who in the business I really care about enough to watch, who do I see conceivably carrying the torch. I don't know still. As cheesey as it may sound to those of you who could care less and/or mock wrestling, It means something to me. And now it's all different. I know it's not "real", but it's been a part of me and my life for a majority of my life. 3. Heather and got on a T-Mobile family plan and got new Sidekick IDs. This occured mostly in part to her dad pushing her in a pool and destroying her previous phone. Anyway, I'd been researching for just this opportunity for months. I've wanted a sidekick for some time now. So w/ the birth of the ID (a stripped down version of the III) it was now affordable. After getting it, I'm finding out my list of pros and cons. Pros: 1.qwerty key board 2.unlimited texting 3. bigger than regular cell phones (something to hold onto) Cons: 1.NO alarm clock feature 2.not very good for 911 calls (just in case) 3.no calculator 4.NO bluetooth capabilities So I've got another week to decide if my useful functions are more important to me than an easier method of texting. I guess I could always just buy a regular old fashioned alarm clock. 4. After 8 months of retaining (or at least trying to) customers for Comcast, I prepare to embark on the next phase of my journey through Comcastia. On july 29th I begin as a Comcast Sales CAE. So now the money will be even more fluid than before and more things to come easier. They've started taking my contributions and matching them toward my 401k, taking contributions towards my Comcast stock purchasing plan (which in 5mths has made me $55), and continued on with the wonderful free cable/internet perk. Retention was a good learning experience and helped me develop some good people-handling skills as well as figuring out our insanely organized and laid out billing situation. 5. All is well as far as the family unit is concerned. 6. My friends are all still awesome, and for that I am truly blessed 7. there's no more super significant news... andif I missed some, I'll pop back in for an update (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, November 6th, 2006
11:45 am	Popular opinion or not ... ... I have to rant about something that I find painfully annoying... Borat/Ali G/ Sasha Baron Cohen = NOT FUNNY! Come the fuck on people. WHat the hell is wrong with everyone. I'm sorry, but it's just an updated, uncensored version of Akaroyd and Martin's "Wild and Crazy Guys"... who, yes if I was doing ALOT of drugs back in the seventies I MIGHT have found funny. However I wasn't, so I never thought those skits were funny either (note: Thought aside from that Akaroyd and MArtin have a world worth of talent beyond anything I've yet seen from Cohen)... OK, but lemme guess. What's SO clever and funny is that the people he talks to don't KNOW it's a joke... Oh that gag never gets funny... except after the 2nd to 3rd time you see it.And, WOW, now there's a full 2 hours of that... sweet. So it's Candid Camera meets a bad Saturday Night Live skit, and it's all the rage.I mean a dude doin a bad foreign accent saying ridiculous things to me at random would never make me stop and question his legitimacy(NOTE:To be read in an extremely sarcastic tone). I guess I'm not uber-cool, coffee house, shaggy hair, hipster, pseudo sophisticate enough to "get it". OR maybe I'm smart enough to see through the hype, that most HBO shows are hype, and just because they can "curse and do naughty stories" (said like a little kid) doesn't make them good. And that Cohen's humor lends toward all those who buy into internet brainwashing "I'm better than you, because I read ALL the background scoops and behind the scenes news" crowd. Don't get me wrong. I read all of this stuff too. However I along with a select few I know, have our own opinions going in to a read, and thus use what we read to supplement/assist our ideas, rather than mold them from blank clay and give us pre-scripted rants that anyone who reads the same posts we do can pick out. I guess thinking for yourself, though a novel concept, is a larger portion of what this rant is really attacking... wow. I AM so deep. Maybe I should spend more time in coffee houses, postulating and pontificating. (Comment on this)
Sunday, November 5th, 2006
9:17 pm	My Heroes are bros! My Yin and Yang... wow How We Met Interview from The Independent on Sunday 23 March 1997 by Nicholas Barber Transcribed by Martin Why does Nick cave like Henry Rollins (and v.v.)? That question came up some time ago. The snobs among us couldn't understand why a "sophisticated and sensitive artiste" would like the work and company of such a "dumb jock". Someone suggested that Nick just doesn't dare to say anything negative about Rollins for fear of a good beating... Anyway, the interviews below are from the 'Independent on Sunday', a UK newspaper, from a couple a months ago. (Thank you, alistair, for the article). It starts with how they met. The story according to Henry Rollins: On 30 March 1983 The Birthday Party played Los Angeles. Me and all the guys from Black Flag went to see them do two sets at a small place called The Roxy, and they were thoroughly godhead. They were one of the all-time premier live bands. The next night Nick went to see The Minutemen at a club called The Lingerie. I was there too. I see Nick cave sitting at a table and I'm like "woh!". So I walked over and said "Hey Nick, I'm Henry Rollins and I'm in Black Flag", and he goes "Sure, I know who you guys are, you were at the show last night, right?" He was really cool and we talked for a while. I think I bugged him. it didn't seem like it at the time, but looking back now I was probably very annoying, I had all these questions because The Birthday Party were my favourite band at the time. But he was very nice. He didn't tell me to go piss up a rope or anything. We exchanged letters and I saw him again the next summer in '84 when he'd started with The Bad Seeds. I was in England with Black Flag getting ready to start a European tour, and I went to Bristol (I think) to see The Bad Seeds play, it was an awesome show. I recorded it. I still have the tape. I said 'Hello' afterwards and then I found out that he was staying in a hotel about three blocks away from mine in london. So I'd get together with him after band practice and hang out with him, and we've kept in touch ever since. I see Nick about once a year, which is about as much as I see anybody I don't work with. You wanna see me, then be in the band. Otherwise I see you when I see you. But that means when I do run into him it's really great to see him. He's an excellent human and I love him a lot and that's the bottom line, he's one of my favourite people, and I think he's a tremendous artist, the new album is ridiculously good. I worry about anybody who indulges in the rock 'n' roll trappings. Nick has gone to a few areas that I'll never go to, but to me that's not a reason for liking or not liking somebody. Different strokes for different folks. I think you probably live longer if you don't mess around with things, but Nick is an adult. It's none of my goddamn business what he does. Over the years he's broadened himself as an artist, and he's turned into a really good man. He loves his kid and man, when you saw him on stage with The Birthday Party you would never think he could be a father. The father of the antichrist maybe. It's really cool to see Nick be a good dad, and be wrapped up in his son. Luke could be one of his greatest masterpieces. I think he's a much more complex character then I am. There's a lot more going on in his lyrics than would go on in mine. He's a very amazing wordsmith. He can do pretty much anything he wants with the English language. I tend to use words as blunts instruments to wound and do bodily harm. Lyrically, he's one of the people who gives me courage to write love songs. That's a topic I feel very vulnerable writing about, and Nick's one of the inspirations because he's pretty fearless with the pen. You really gotta be brave with words, and Nick is. Always. He's one of the guys who keeps me honest. He has a great band, too. The Bad Seeds are a band I will travel a great distance to see whenever possible. What Nick goes after is so incredibly interesting every time, because it's always different. He always takes chances. The art comes before the commerce. As far as the music business goes, he's one of the good guys. He's the real thing. The story according to Nick Cave: The first memory I have of Henry is from '83, in some club in L.A., where we were watching The Minutemen. I'd done a gig recently and I was complaining about a bruised rib or some other kind of injury one incurs on stage. Henry says, "Yeah, I've got quite a few aches and pains too." He rolls up his trousers and his legs are covered in cigarette burns where people have been stubbing their cigarettes out on his shins. I thought: fair enough, you win this time, but I'll be back. I really liked him. He's a really likeable person, and I had always liked his work. So that was a step in the right direction. And there's something about him that's so alien to my way of living that he's a kind of continuing enigma to me. What Henry does is just get on with the job without complaining about it. My records are basically a litany of complaints against the world, and I'm quite like that in real life as well. But Henry's just like: 'if you have a problem, get on the road and work.' I think Henry somewhere along the line has invented himself, invented this character and has lived it without compromise, and I think that's just amazing. He has a just-fucking-say-and-do-it sort of attitude: 'This is what I am. Take it or leave it.' I find that really attractive, because I don't have that at all. He appears to have an absolute confidence in what he's doing. I don't have that. I'm just plagued by doubts all the time, and I never get that feeling from Henry. It's not like he's going to read a review of his record and it's going to piss him off for too long. Whereas I'll remember it for years and remember the guy who wrote it. Henry's kind of like in a bomb shelter in the way he conducts himself, but underneath that there's something extremely genuine and vulnerable about him. We spent most time together when I was writing my novel in L.A. In 84. I was there for about 4 or 5 months. He used to come around to the house and do push-ups on our living-room floor, much to our delight. I'd be banging up speedballs while he was doing press-ups in the same room. His behaviour in a lot of ways isn't that much different from mine. It's extremely obsessive. He's a workaholic, and a lot of that's quite similar to being a drug addict. He finds great comfort in his work, which I do as well, but I also find great comfort in drug-taking. He's never judgemental though. He's concerned at times, but he never disapproves of my behaviour. And I never disapproved of his exercising either. Over the years he seems to have become more and more focused on what he wants to do with his life. He's traded off a lot of things to do that. If you're singleminded about what you're doing, attachments to other people can just get in your way. Whereas he's very open to the experiences of life. Every moment is some kind of event to him, and he takes as much from it as he possibly can. And then he's off onto the next one. With attachments to people, there's something there that he's decided he's better off without. That might be quite a sad thing, I don't know. But he always seems to be doing all right to me. The way I like him best is seeing him perform. I don't think I've ever seen a concert of his that I didn't think was great - and that's both spoken word and the band stuff. His writing takes on a whole different dimension on stage. It's really funny then, and I don't always get that from his writing. even though I love what he does. His writing is relentless. It's like, fuck! It's like a punch in the head. It's like being taken out the back alley and being robbed and raped and beaten in the head, which is not always that enjoyable. I can't really remember a lot of anecdotes. All sorts of shit was happening in L.A., we were getting up to the things, but fuck knows what happened. I was taking enormous amounts of drugs, and I don't remember a lot, to be perfectly frank. It was an insane period. (Comment on this)
Thursday, November 2nd, 2006
5:50 pm	A bag of dicks ... ... is apparently the reward for loyalty and hard work. Thanks a bundle for the 3 days a week Mr. Nice...douche bag (Comment on this)
2:30 pm	Life is just ...COMCASTIC That's right folks, as of Dec 11 I will be welcomed into the loving embrace of mother Comcast. I will be amongst her charges that retain her children within the fold. And for this she will bless me with many a gift. My connection unto the web of worldwide information shall cost no tithe, nor shall my privelage for viewing the visual program projector. I'm a dork and I'm going to flaunt that fact anytime I can. Hence the previous babble. But, seriously I'm counting down the days until I start there. Every step takin toward the final exodus of this sinking porn dynasty I've attached myself to, is a step in the right direction. When I reflect upon the current status of good ol' Video Liquidators, a few names come to mind. I think you MIGHT be familiar with them... ummm... The Hindenberg, The Titanic... Nah, too soon for that one... But you get the picture... (Comment on this)
Sunday, October 29th, 2006
10:16 pm	Mob Tactics Ok...So that's a slight exaggeration of my situation. But I feel like the shop owner being convinced he "needs protection" from "potential danger"... FINE! I'll elaborate. So I've been back at the smut shop for all of 2 weeks and their tryin to "subtley" muscle me out. I come in on saturday and everyone's filling out forms for our new medical benefits plans. A far lackluster one compared to our previous. It'll cost us the same, but cost the store less and provide us with lesser coverage. So everyone leaves and I'm last in line to fill one out. After I fill it out, my boss goes on to tell me how desperate the stores situation is for money, hence the cheaper med benefits. He follows up on this with asking me how my "situation is outside of the store" in terms of working with my dad here and there is. I tell him I do it like 2-3 times a week. So he basicly asks me if I could make arrangements to do that another day because he's cutting hours. THEN he asks if I've looked for other full time work outside of the store. So I tell him about Comcast...and continues to ask how long something like might take to find out if I got the job... JESUS MAN!!! This guy is realy tryin to push me outta the fold here. I mean I realy don't intend on being there long, but Christ, he's already holding the door open for me. It just solidifies my new belief that giving any kind of long term loyalty to your job, unless it's your own biz or a friends, is not a prudent or rewarding choice. So fuck you very much I say to B.Nice and Video Liquidators (minus the staff) None the less this coming tuesday I have an interview with Comcast. I'm sure will go well. I'm quite well spoken and present myself well when I put my mind to it. I mean I can hide the fact I'm a douche bag until I'm locked in there. FREE cable and internet is a sweet perk to the job. So I'll be the guy to talk to for buying yourself cable service... I'm out (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, October 10th, 2006
4:40 pm	Karma's a bitch Through a twitching eyelid, light began to filter into Grange's iris. Consciousness pounded in his head. Actually that was a painful throbbing of the swollen knot protruding from his forehead. He tried to shake the cobwebs and remember how he'd come to be in this state of disrepair... oh, yeah... Those guys... those guys in the SWAT gear that blew the shit out of everything and everyone of Asian origin, and beat the hell out of any non-Asian persons they happened upon. Grange was one of the later. Another thought raced through Granges mind, as he staggered about the debris fruitlessly brushing dust off of his clothes. A single word... or name. Maynard! Where was Maynard? His adrenaline kicked in as he tore through collapsed walls and various other destroyed construction. The blast had done a number to this place. The blast! Up until just now the blast had been a temporarily lost memory. That sort of thing happens when you're knocked unconscious in a drawn out and violent way. But none the less, Grange tore through the rubble in a heated primal rage lookin for his missing comrade. That's when he heard the unfamiliar voice coming from the sight obscuring dust clouds. "Looking for something, are we?" the calm unfamiliar voice said "Who's that?" Grange barked, spinning in an attempt to cover all sides. "Lost our larger guest have we? Maynard correct?" "Listen buddy, I dunno where you're at, and I care less how you know his name. I'm tellin you now if you know what's good for you, step out where I can see you and make your intentions known!" " Such moxy from an individual at a complete disadvantage. That is both an admirable and foolish trait you posses. I rely more on strategy and calculated risk." " Ok... If your just gonna keep talkin, I'm gonna ignore you and look for my friend. If you're gonna shoot me from a mysterious local, do so and be done with it... Ya see, maybe you hadn't noticed my best friend in the world is MIA amongst the debris of a building that just BLEW UP whilst we were in it! NOt to mention I personally have been beaten to piss... in layman's, I'm having what you would call a really fucked up day... So kill me if you're gonna kill me already!" Grange put up his fists in readied fighting stance. "Very well then." The suit wearing mystery man stepped into view. His features were obscured from the combination of dust blowing about and the dirt and blood cocktail in Grange's eyes. But what could be made out were the two shiny blades in either hand of the stalker. " That's a huge part of the problem I have with my line of work. Everyone is so into the instant pay-offs. No one enjoys the gradual build up and suspense anymore. However considering the circumstances of your day I will grant you the simple minded request of lesser drawn out execution." "Gee thanks...yer all heart... So can I know the name of the man who's gonna render me expired?" " Of course. The very least I could do. Michael Ice.And you are Luke Grange. Your alley is Maynard J. Grumby. Your mentor is Luis Quixote. Should I go on?" "No...weirdo... Just bring what you got right here son! Mano-E-mano like" " I must say you do impress me" Ice says as he smirked and examined Grange. " I mean most men in you position begin to tremble, or take a more passive defense stance unsure of what I might do. Especially once I've identified myself. I presume you never heard of me, but that's ok, I..." " No...I know who you are. You don't grow up around the people I did and run the circuits I do, without hearing of people like you..." Grange defiantly stated "Really? Impressive still. No fear..." " I guess maybe the furball was right. No sense, no feeling. I'm too stupid to be scared of shitheads like you. But I'm smart enough to know when I'm about to get laid out" " Seriously now Grange, do you truly believe you have the strength or coordination left after today's ordeal to render me unconscious?" "No... not at all" he shook his head and grinned. Out of no where a cinder block clocks Ice across the shoulders and back of the head. He crumbles to his knees and then falls face first into the dirt. "But that cinder block on the other hand. That's gonna fuck you up!" Again Grange wipes the blood from his eyes and lays eyes on the prettiest thing he's seen a long. And hell, if she weren't like his little sister he'd give her a huge kiss... well, if it weren't also for the fact that she'd belt him across the grill too,he'd consider it. It was Karma. But what was she doing here? "Thanks" she said commandingly "Ok...you're welcome. But what are you thanking ME for?" "NO, numb-nuts.You are looking for words. Thanks is what you wanna say" "Oh! Yeah, thanks... but how'd you know we were here?" "long story. Just follow me. I'll explain on the ride." "Wait!" grabbing her arm and stopping her " I'm not leaving without Maynard" " I know you're not. So lets go!" "Huh" "Just follow me. He's in the truck!" And so he followed her in an expedient fashion to a location known only to her... (Comment on this)
3:40 am	End-Oz-Co-Pee That's the pronunciation for my procedure today. If you don't know, that's when they put you under and stick a tube down your throat to take pics of your belly and esophigus and such to make sure all is honky-dorey. Other than a slight Hiatal hernia, ans gastritus (which I feel sorry for all those around me when it acts up), I'm ok... Yeah, so they gave me pics of it all so I could see how I look on the inside... I dunno. They always say it's what's on the inside that counts, not what you look like. If that's the case I'm pretty fucked up...All pink and slimey... that sounded like it's a taking a dirty bent... Anyway, The internal appearance of my house is coming together a little bit more as Heather and I reshaped my former "Nerd Den". Our bedroom will be last. The mud room (where you'd enter our house) is the next target of our repair and re-imagining. We also desperately NEED to get something done about The roof over the studio (former "nerd den") , before the ceiling collapses on our heads... By this week's end we'll hopefully have some money issues corrected or in the works of being corrected... Oooof. If not then we realy have to think about moving again...which we realy don't wanna do. SO much going on. I'm also wondering when the post office is gonna find it in their hearts to ummm...I dunno... send me my goddamn paycheck! Ok...I've got nothin else for you people... Current Mood: anxious (Comment on this)
Friday, September 29th, 2006
6:39 pm	Everytime I try ... ... to get out, they pull me right back in. So effective sometime next week I'm a smut peddler again... ok so the whole " peddle smut never again, forever" was a bit premature. Sue me I got excited. Anywho, I went to collect my "last" paycheck, that I didn't realize I had coming, and I talked to Bill. He asked a lot about the P.O. and was shocked at my utter seething hatred toward it. So he said he'd have to talk to Jeremy (a formality I presume) and Fred(the owner...who happened to have already extended me an open door to the company) to see what they all feel is the best utlization of me. Which I feel will inevitabley lead to me working in either Vineland or Bridgeton. This kinda blows, but at least I'm making a decent salary (though salary sucks) and I know the work. Maybe a change of store scenery is what I need. I now know that my P.O. fiasco was an eye openr of what type of job I DON"T want... Oh well. Back to the ole drawing board again... hopefully Victory Crown Championship Wrestling will get going sooner than later (a venture I know many have given up on seeing coming to fruition). We'll see... Gotta keep my head up and keep movin forward... Current Mood: relieved (2 Comments |Comment on this)
10:31 am	Short, but... ... sour about sums up my would-be "career" in the U.S. Postal Service... as I handed in my resignation today. Ummm, can we say "FUCKIN LOATHED IT" ... I'm not opposed or one to shy away from hard physical work. No in fact I qhuite like it. So the physical end of it isn't what sparked my disdain. It was the actual work that and how it's done. I can't concieve how anyone sticks with this line of work for years. Perhaps I'm too much, or more so a free thinker than I thought I was. Perhaps I have a harder time seperating that aspect of myself from my work than I thought I did. I dunno, but I realy just became the most miserable I have ever been in the last 3 days of work (of the last 2 weeks being employed there). I went to see Tool last nite and all I could think about was how brown the grass is on the other side. Less hours than I had been led to believe, at a lower rate of money than I previously made, and just shit work with no solid course of task. I mean that as a casual carrier as I WAS I'm like the fill in guy who delivers mail for the sick, vacationing, etc. So I never know where I'm going to be. And unless I happen to talk to someone who knows how the route is run, then I'm on my own with a crappy photocopied route map. And expected to be done this unknown route in 4-6 hours... Lame as shit. (Comment on this)
Saturday, September 16th, 2006
9:33 pm	As the count down continues, I... ... think this next song exerpt fits this moment in my history... sing along if you like... ahem.... And now, the end is near; And so I face the final curtain. My friend, Ill say it clear, Ill state my case, of which Im certain. Ive lived a life thats full. Ive traveled each and evry highway; And more, much more than this, I did it my way. Regrets, Ive had a few; But then again, too few to mention. I did what I had to do And saw it through without exemption. I planned each charted course; Each careful step along the byway, But more, much more than this, I did it my way. Yes, there were times, Im sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew. But through it all, when there was doubt, I ate it up and spit it out. I faced it all and I stood tall; And did it my way. Current Mood: amused (Comment on this)
6:33 pm	No more shall I peddle smut, forever That's right folks, an end to an era. The Smutman hands in his badge for a whole new venture in the world delivery... mail delivery that is. Yes that's right, as I eluded before I'm going postal. I'm fairly confident all things will fall into place with this new endeavor. It's just that it's gonna take some time and a lot of budgeting myself. It's kinda weird right now, because as I type this I have only 5 and 1/2 hours left in my position here. I gotta keep reminding myself that I'm not going to the pornochopia on monday, but instead to orientation to my NEW job. It's unreal that this is real. I've been here in some capacity or another for over 7 years... and then not at all. Odd though it may be, I will miss a handful of people and the layed back work environment. But I think I almost look forward to a more regimented environment, where I realy don't have to worry about making nice with everyone. Oh well. I just had to vent for a minute as well as to catch persons who may be interested up to date. Current Mood: optimistic (Comment on this)
Tuesday, August 22nd, 2006
9:20 pm	Ok... Slight amendment to last entry... So the post office called and rescheduled my Health assessment and fingerprinting to NEXT tues. Thus I was sparred from giving my 2 weeks this week. But instead next week. That's it. Nothing major. Just updating for my own persoanl chronicles. (Comment on this)
Sunday, August 20th, 2006
11:15 pm	The roof... It ain't the only thing on fire ... as appearantly so was one of the landmark building/businesses in my town. Whilest the fam and I were down frolicin' down in good ole Wildwood, it would seem by some mishap the whole building erupted into flames, causing a multitude of flamable material within the building to explode. Yeah so I get some phone calls from the one and only Ting fillin me on up to the minute news live from the scene. And return to a smoke stinkin and fogged up town. And yet a myriad of genius denizens of this burrough found it to be a good idea to hang around and watch, while large billows of smoke filled the air and most certainly their lungs.... So that's interesting for sure... And tomorrow marks a day that will set in to motion a beginning of a new direction for yours truly. That's right I'll no longer peddle smut in exchange for going postal. And I figure beings I am a latent fountain of useless trivia this job would be perfect. To validify that case, simply watch any episode of Cheers. Cliff Claven seemed to fill the role of carrier pretty well and was never without a useless tale or two. I aspire to this. But in all seriousness, as odd as it may sound to some i am sweating tomorrow something fierce. I mean I'm going to be giving my 2 weeks notice. And I am so ridiculously jammed up about it. This stems not from any doubt in my decission, but from being an overly empathic sap... Because right now I know our stores are in a bad way and everyone is under a lot of pressure to get everything up and running at a higher rate of performance than has been the case for the last several months. And if this were some corperate giant of a business (i.e Wal Mart) my hesitation and trepidation would be zero. But because I've developed friendships with all of the people i work with (all 3-5 at any given time) I feel bad about doing what needs to be done. But to secure a good path for myself and my family I have to this. I just wish I could stop feeling so pussy-ish about it. I guess when the time is right and i know I have to do it, I will. However there is nothing close to resembling "looking forward" to it. And I'm sure Bill(my boss) will take it in stride and do what he has to work around this loss, but that doesn't make me feel less bad. But I'm sure the idea of having to cope with less staff is always on his mind. He has to be aware that the dire appearing state of the stores is not motivating. Plus not to sound mercenary, but money (sad as it is) makes the world go 'round. And in my 6-7 years, with the exception of Christmas bonuses and occassional special order money, I have not had a raise. Again I understand this is because my starting salary (and salary sucks) was quite high, and a burden on their pay roll. Unfortunately that's all well and good, but not my concern. So if I find oppurtunity awaiting me with more monitary and job security I have no choice but to take it. Well I guess all will pan out and By this time 2 weeks from now I'll be chronicling my first week as a mail carrier at the Camden post office. There's also stuff with my house, but I won't even get into that yet. That's a story for another time.... (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, July 24th, 2006
11:42 am	I think I threw up in mouth a little bit... ... ooof. So I just got word that someone I consider a good friend is now dating someone else entwined with my past. This person from the past is a total fucking, uninteresting-but-tries-too-hard-to-be, unfunny-but-thinks-they-are-a-riot, annoying DORK! This is a sad day... I realy might have to tell said friend that if they were to want to hang out with me again. it would be minus the presence of their newly found companion. Plus Said dork has an issue with me anyway... so fuck said person anyway... bleh... sorry. Had a little more vomit stuck in my tooth I had to spit out... P.S. that vomit is probably more enjoyable to have around than said person... Good move my good unnamed friend... (2 Comments |Comment on this)