Okay, that title is probably a grand exaggeration. I don't work more than most people, even right now where I feel like I'm being deluged with hours. I'm really not. Today is going to be my sixth straight day of work, then I get a day off tomorrow (payday too), and then 3 more straight days. Sounds frightening, but those 9 days are only going to equal about 50 hours. About 5.5 hours a day on average. I feel like a puss for thinking 50 hours in 9 out of 10 days is a lot of work.
Ooh the phone's ringing.
Ooh the door is being knocked.
The phone was a telemarketer, the door was Maiden. Any time my door gets knocked on there's a 60% chance it's Maiden, 30% chance it's the crazy girl across the street, and 10% chance that it's someone random, with a 50% chance of me not really wanting to see them. Everyone else calls first.
Maiden was stopping by to pick up a pizza he left here. My house is like a bank for him, my refrigerator the safe. Sometimes he'll leave something cool here, like his guitar. I have a few other guitars so it doesn't really matter, but it's cool to switch once in a while. I asked him to do a favor for me. I wanted him to get me something very baad, but I only do this baad thing once in a while. Think Self Inflicted Waste, for those of you in the know. I can tell you it's not booze and it's not weed, but it's very cheap. So I'll probably update later on to say how it went, or maybe I'll wait until tomorrow to do it.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Monday, October 02, 2006
Life after payday
So after jumping through 63 flaming hoops, tip toeing through a field of broken glass with a bison on my shoulders and chugging 4 liters of motor oil in under 35 seconds, I finally recieved my first paycheck. I believe it was $334 for 54 hours in 2 weeks. Ruh roh. I usually would only work 44 in 2 weeks, which means my normal check would be around 60 dollars less. So about 135 dollars a week.I wanted to save about 50 a week. Let's pretend I did that and now I have 85 dollars for a week. I have certain habits to support, that would run me atleast 40 bucks a week. 45 left. If I can't buy a CD every week I'm gonna be sorely dissapointed. 32 dollars. less than 5 dollars a day to eat with, until I decide I want to do something out of the ordinary, like see a movie (which I did last night). Drop it down to 3-4 dollars a day.
And yeah, sometimes buying CDs is more important than buying my own food. I'm such a shithead. I got a job mom'n'dad, now keep feeding me, and maybe keep giving me a few bucks here and there. Oh well, I'll see what happens. More hours may be possible.
I was gonna post more but I don't feel like it now. I started reading about Porcupine Tree instead.
And yeah, sometimes buying CDs is more important than buying my own food. I'm such a shithead. I got a job mom'n'dad, now keep feeding me, and maybe keep giving me a few bucks here and there. Oh well, I'll see what happens. More hours may be possible.
I was gonna post more but I don't feel like it now. I started reading about Porcupine Tree instead.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
20 Dolla Bills
HUH.
PALMETTO, Fla. (Sept. 19) - Mark Giorgio figured a 50-foot fall was worth $20. Giorgio, 47, was counting his money Monday while walking across the U.S. 41 bridge over the Manatee River when a $20 bill blew out of his hand and flew over the rail.
He followed. And plummeted 50 feet into the river.
Then he swam about 100 yards to fish the bill from the water.
"I got my money back, hell yeah," Giorgio told the Sarasota Herald-Tribune. "Twenty bucks is a lot of money when you're broke."
He was fished from the water by a passing Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission officer. Giorgio, who said he was already suffering from a broken collarbone, refused treatment for cuts and scrapes he suffered in the fall.
Can I follow this up with any suitable comments? Can I really make this more enjoyable for you? The answer is no.
PALMETTO, Fla. (Sept. 19) - Mark Giorgio figured a 50-foot fall was worth $20. Giorgio, 47, was counting his money Monday while walking across the U.S. 41 bridge over the Manatee River when a $20 bill blew out of his hand and flew over the rail.
He followed. And plummeted 50 feet into the river.
Then he swam about 100 yards to fish the bill from the water.
"I got my money back, hell yeah," Giorgio told the Sarasota Herald-Tribune. "Twenty bucks is a lot of money when you're broke."
He was fished from the water by a passing Florida Fish and Wildlife Conservation Commission officer. Giorgio, who said he was already suffering from a broken collarbone, refused treatment for cuts and scrapes he suffered in the fall.
Can I follow this up with any suitable comments? Can I really make this more enjoyable for you? The answer is no.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
The First Official Psychotic Motherfucker Post.
I want to talk about a dream I had, if that's okay.
I was in a restaurant, and I needed a job. This restaurant is very dark, gray, industrial. Very long room, huge and basic. I don't know a whole lot, maybe I'm in a movie. They showed me around, mechanized holes would kind of suck you where you needed to get to in the place. I worked there for a short time, I remember the other 2 chambers that were bigger, grayer, and more sectioned off than the eating area.
I remember assisting in the construction of a massive meatball sub. It was big and sloppy, had about 14 meatballs on it, and I drenched it in parmesan cheese coming down in a big rainbow arc.
I had gone to sleep hungry that night.
I find myself watching from the outside again, and I know this movie is going in the wrong direction, and that a lot depends on the fate of the cheese protagonist. I told them I didn't want to watch this, I gotta get to work in the morning and I'm just coming down from a nine hour headache.
My company does grant me this wish, I might have even woken up briefly.
Curiosity gets the best of me, and I'm back in.
It's later on in the film, I suppose I've been working in the restaurant for a couple weeks or so now. I have some enemies now, because of non-work related stuff. A few blank memory spots occur here.
But at the point where I'm beginning again I'm in semi-familiar territory. You know how dream landscapes will show up, and you know you've dreamed there before? Subconscious recognizance. A place where I dwelled, but I wasn't home.
In a car, which is not typical for this area. A girl speaks to me to warn me, or to just inform me. I think this car is bringing me to a dangerous place, definetly more dangerous than the record store with all of the weird Frank Zappa records
-------------------Time shudders for barely a second. This is what the girl is telling me, maybe some offset between the time I know and the time that is real. It seems I could use this to my advantage or misuse it and be doomed. But I'm not sure what it means really, I'm still shook from the time shudder. I saw time move back and then forth, righting itself.
I arrive at some official building. I am accompanied by a very large man. He is my bodyguard, or some kind of safety net. We are cornered, I see my rivals before me. I'm a different person now. A new self. And this self will karate the shit out of anyone in the way. I can almost see the gi on my body.
The rivals are young, not of any kind of intimidating status. Then I see the numbers. there must be a hundred. I'm terrified, I have been the whole time. Something is bad. Some of these people aren't even human, and I mean, they're not whole humans. Some appear almost halfway between limb deprived fetuses and men. Some of these things are armed, with whatever firepower they might have had. I didn't get a chance to find out.
I grabbed a plastic soda bottle to beat them all senseless.
Some friends of mine showed up then, with some guns of their own. These people, not really friends, but probably connections and guys I knew from back at the restaurant. They lace the room up. All of my opponents are either killed or flopping aimlessly on red puddles, splashing stains. It's a nightmare and I laugh, because it's all okay now. The pressure died. And I'm back to living the good life.
(I wrote this at 4AM last night)
I was in a restaurant, and I needed a job. This restaurant is very dark, gray, industrial. Very long room, huge and basic. I don't know a whole lot, maybe I'm in a movie. They showed me around, mechanized holes would kind of suck you where you needed to get to in the place. I worked there for a short time, I remember the other 2 chambers that were bigger, grayer, and more sectioned off than the eating area.
I remember assisting in the construction of a massive meatball sub. It was big and sloppy, had about 14 meatballs on it, and I drenched it in parmesan cheese coming down in a big rainbow arc.
I had gone to sleep hungry that night.
I find myself watching from the outside again, and I know this movie is going in the wrong direction, and that a lot depends on the fate of the cheese protagonist. I told them I didn't want to watch this, I gotta get to work in the morning and I'm just coming down from a nine hour headache.
My company does grant me this wish, I might have even woken up briefly.
Curiosity gets the best of me, and I'm back in.
It's later on in the film, I suppose I've been working in the restaurant for a couple weeks or so now. I have some enemies now, because of non-work related stuff. A few blank memory spots occur here.
But at the point where I'm beginning again I'm in semi-familiar territory. You know how dream landscapes will show up, and you know you've dreamed there before? Subconscious recognizance. A place where I dwelled, but I wasn't home.
In a car, which is not typical for this area. A girl speaks to me to warn me, or to just inform me. I think this car is bringing me to a dangerous place, definetly more dangerous than the record store with all of the weird Frank Zappa records
-------------------Time shudders for barely a second. This is what the girl is telling me, maybe some offset between the time I know and the time that is real. It seems I could use this to my advantage or misuse it and be doomed. But I'm not sure what it means really, I'm still shook from the time shudder. I saw time move back and then forth, righting itself.
I arrive at some official building. I am accompanied by a very large man. He is my bodyguard, or some kind of safety net. We are cornered, I see my rivals before me. I'm a different person now. A new self. And this self will karate the shit out of anyone in the way. I can almost see the gi on my body.
The rivals are young, not of any kind of intimidating status. Then I see the numbers. there must be a hundred. I'm terrified, I have been the whole time. Something is bad. Some of these people aren't even human, and I mean, they're not whole humans. Some appear almost halfway between limb deprived fetuses and men. Some of these things are armed, with whatever firepower they might have had. I didn't get a chance to find out.
I grabbed a plastic soda bottle to beat them all senseless.
Some friends of mine showed up then, with some guns of their own. These people, not really friends, but probably connections and guys I knew from back at the restaurant. They lace the room up. All of my opponents are either killed or flopping aimlessly on red puddles, splashing stains. It's a nightmare and I laugh, because it's all okay now. The pressure died. And I'm back to living the good life.
(I wrote this at 4AM last night)
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Typical Blog Post From Hell
I think I already covered WHY I have this blog pretty well in the About Me part of my profile, so I might as well just get on with it.
I worked today, 9-1. Really weird hours. I mean if I'm gonna wake up that early I might as well stay until 4 or something. But I bet they'd be happy if I told them I wanted more hours. Just started about 2 weeks ago. I don't know if I'm doing a real bang up job yet, but I'm making a good impression, being good to people, etc. They have me on the register a lot. I like that. I'm getting much better at it, making fewer mistakes every day.
Having a job is making me really happy. I'm not typically a really happy person, but I'm no mopey bastard either (usually). I worked as a dishwasher in a restaurant in late 2005, and that blew a lot. I lasted about 2.5 weeks, and quit before giving my 2 weeks notice. The first real job I had. Crash + Burn. This is so much better than that job, and it's right around the corner. For so long it's been Step One: Get A Job, and now I HAVE ONE. Step Two: ........
Oh I got an iPod recently too. My dad won it, I earned it by being a music freak. I used to scoff at iPods.
"Pfft, why would I pay just to have a compact version of what I already have?"
"Pfft, why would I pay just to be able to transport atleast 512mb of music without fumbling around with CDs?"
"Pfft, why would I pay just to be able to choose songs to listen to on the bus individually rather than by album?"
"Pfft, pfft?"
So that was pretty dumb. The thing is, I DIDN'T pay.
I got an iPod Shuffle. I said ATLEAST 512mb because that's how much mine holds, but that is the smallest of all of the iPods. I got it on... I dunno, I'll guess Thursday. Today is Tuesday and I'm already quite sick of the songs I put on there. Half a gig. I listen to music a lot.
Wish I could do some music right now.
I have a bass, at the moment. My friend Maggie is letting me borrow it because it bothers her stupid boyfriend, so I'll probably have it until the break up or whatever. I love this bass, I hope they last a loooongg time. She moved to Laconia, which is sort of far I guess. I want her to stay there. I'd really much rather play her bass than talk to her and her boyfriend. I can say that, because this is my blog, not my myspace. You see why I made this now?
The bass is incredible. I may be getting better at bass than guitar. When I play the bass I'm just goofing off trying to groove along, when I play a guitar it's almost serious business, and when I don't sound good I get quite down about it and stop playing. This is bad. I'm not bad at the guitar, but the bass is just fun as hell. Less pressure. And I love to fingerpick. I can work them fingers, like Steve Harris style. And I'm not even joking. Well, maybe not as POWERFUL as Steve, but sure as hell just as fast.
Reminds me, some guy came into work to talk about retirement plans, his name was Dave Murray. He had the same kind of face as Dave Murray too, the same cheekbones and mouth.
I listened to some of Virtual XI last night. I've grown out of it a little bit, but holy shit Janick Gers can solo like a mofo. It's just insane. He's underrated as fuck.
Oh and also, I might be able to see Maiden on October 6th, but I don't know if I want to. Am I a heathen for not wanting to? I mean, I DO want to, but forty something bucks... And Bullet for my Valentine is opening for them. Isn't that ludicrous? Reminds me of how Hendrix opened for the Monkees way back in the day, only in reverse. The thing that does make me want to go to this show is reading a snippet of how Steve Harris said the setlist will be very different than the ones from the past. Hm. Really? Or are you just saying that? We'll see. It's only the 2nd show of the tour, so I can't get a look at the setlist before I plonk down the money.
Speaking of tickets, I was kinda hoping to go to the Rochester Fair this year. I used to go all the time in elementary school, back when I knew it as the Rodchester Fair. I still think the town should be called Rodchester. I was almost going to go yesterday with some delinquent friends of mine. They wanted to sneak in. I considered it, but ended up getting a NINE HOUR HEADACHE and wasn't thinking about festivities too much.
Then I find out that this girl who just started talking to me a little bit (Her boyfriend just left her for California too.. hmmmmm) had no one to go with, and I said well, I was thinking about going on Thursday (day off + pay day).. Her response wasn't too gratifying. I don't want to go with her anyway. What are we gonna talk about? Jack shit, that's what. I'd rather sneak in with my delinquent buddies.
I'll be more interesting next time.
I worked today, 9-1. Really weird hours. I mean if I'm gonna wake up that early I might as well stay until 4 or something. But I bet they'd be happy if I told them I wanted more hours. Just started about 2 weeks ago. I don't know if I'm doing a real bang up job yet, but I'm making a good impression, being good to people, etc. They have me on the register a lot. I like that. I'm getting much better at it, making fewer mistakes every day.
Having a job is making me really happy. I'm not typically a really happy person, but I'm no mopey bastard either (usually). I worked as a dishwasher in a restaurant in late 2005, and that blew a lot. I lasted about 2.5 weeks, and quit before giving my 2 weeks notice. The first real job I had. Crash + Burn. This is so much better than that job, and it's right around the corner. For so long it's been Step One: Get A Job, and now I HAVE ONE. Step Two: ........
Oh I got an iPod recently too. My dad won it, I earned it by being a music freak. I used to scoff at iPods.
"Pfft, why would I pay just to have a compact version of what I already have?"
"Pfft, why would I pay just to be able to transport atleast 512mb of music without fumbling around with CDs?"
"Pfft, why would I pay just to be able to choose songs to listen to on the bus individually rather than by album?"
"Pfft, pfft?"
So that was pretty dumb. The thing is, I DIDN'T pay.
I got an iPod Shuffle. I said ATLEAST 512mb because that's how much mine holds, but that is the smallest of all of the iPods. I got it on... I dunno, I'll guess Thursday. Today is Tuesday and I'm already quite sick of the songs I put on there. Half a gig. I listen to music a lot.
Wish I could do some music right now.
I have a bass, at the moment. My friend Maggie is letting me borrow it because it bothers her stupid boyfriend, so I'll probably have it until the break up or whatever. I love this bass, I hope they last a loooongg time. She moved to Laconia, which is sort of far I guess. I want her to stay there. I'd really much rather play her bass than talk to her and her boyfriend. I can say that, because this is my blog, not my myspace. You see why I made this now?
The bass is incredible. I may be getting better at bass than guitar. When I play the bass I'm just goofing off trying to groove along, when I play a guitar it's almost serious business, and when I don't sound good I get quite down about it and stop playing. This is bad. I'm not bad at the guitar, but the bass is just fun as hell. Less pressure. And I love to fingerpick. I can work them fingers, like Steve Harris style. And I'm not even joking. Well, maybe not as POWERFUL as Steve, but sure as hell just as fast.
Reminds me, some guy came into work to talk about retirement plans, his name was Dave Murray. He had the same kind of face as Dave Murray too, the same cheekbones and mouth.
I listened to some of Virtual XI last night. I've grown out of it a little bit, but holy shit Janick Gers can solo like a mofo. It's just insane. He's underrated as fuck.
Oh and also, I might be able to see Maiden on October 6th, but I don't know if I want to. Am I a heathen for not wanting to? I mean, I DO want to, but forty something bucks... And Bullet for my Valentine is opening for them. Isn't that ludicrous? Reminds me of how Hendrix opened for the Monkees way back in the day, only in reverse. The thing that does make me want to go to this show is reading a snippet of how Steve Harris said the setlist will be very different than the ones from the past. Hm. Really? Or are you just saying that? We'll see. It's only the 2nd show of the tour, so I can't get a look at the setlist before I plonk down the money.
Speaking of tickets, I was kinda hoping to go to the Rochester Fair this year. I used to go all the time in elementary school, back when I knew it as the Rodchester Fair. I still think the town should be called Rodchester. I was almost going to go yesterday with some delinquent friends of mine. They wanted to sneak in. I considered it, but ended up getting a NINE HOUR HEADACHE and wasn't thinking about festivities too much.
Then I find out that this girl who just started talking to me a little bit (Her boyfriend just left her for California too.. hmmmmm) had no one to go with, and I said well, I was thinking about going on Thursday (day off + pay day).. Her response wasn't too gratifying. I don't want to go with her anyway. What are we gonna talk about? Jack shit, that's what. I'd rather sneak in with my delinquent buddies.
I'll be more interesting next time.
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