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Late Up And Go
Damn, I didn’t realize I haven’t signed into PB all week. I come back to 15 new entries and 5 new comments. That’s the joys of working days and having your night time limited. The new job is ...
HUZZAH AGAIN!!!!
They called me back yesterday afternoon. I start Tuesday morning. :-D
HUZZAH!
Second interview went well. Basically met with the HR lady and BS’ed for a few minutes. From there went and took my wiz quiz (drug test) to which I tested positive for crazy (HA) but negative f...
Second Interview
Got a call back from the company on Wednesday asking me to come back for a second interview. I was dancing around on the phone in front of a nurse at a computer, the rest of the staff, a line of...
Two Months
I wrote exactly two months ago. Bah. Let’s see…got the job at Lowes beforehand, put in two months there before I quit because it was a shit job. The night I decided to quit I applied for a mach...
Sicko
Rose managed to get into the garage two nights ago and hide well. She finally came out last night but I was super worried about my fluffly kitty. Spent the majority of yesterday and LATE last ...
Happy Birthday To Me...Bah!
Yes, today is my birthday. Have been dreading it all week. I don’t know why. Now here’s Youtube. I’m 33 today so I find this one fitting. And lastly how I feel today. Move along, move alon...
Merc With A Mouth
Just got back from seeing Deadpool. My ass is still at the theater from where I laughed it off.
Can't Sleep
5:56 AM I’m tired but can’t sleep. My wrists itch SO bad that I want to chew them off, heh. I know, they’re healing. Spent the better part of the last two nights catching up on TV watching and...
Farting Blood
Speaking of farting blood, I ate some enchiladas with extra jalapenos a little while ago for dinner. My bed will smell funky in the morning. Speaking of tomorrow, I have an interview with Lowes....
T-A-C-O-C-A-T OH TACO CAT!
I laid in bed last night starring at the ceiling through the darkness questioning my existence. Blurred by nightmares again. Something has got to give. Reality or my perception of it…
Accident Man
The sinus issue has cleared up. My glasses got broken so I’m wearing my old pair from twenty years ago. Makes me feel like an 80’s computer programmer. Seriously, these things are so fucking b...
KittenCorn Made Me Do It
Before I do this survey, I just wanted to say I woke up sick this morning. Bah! Fill it out in comments to me and then post it in your own journal! Give me a nickname and explain why you picked...
R.I.P. David Bowie
The Starman hath returned to the stars…
Try To Watch This Without Laughing
https://www.dropbox.com/s/yo2nebbqe5dsa6j/Boner%20Jam.mp4?dl=0 Video made by Eric on his new editing software. Also, I didn’t realize how fat…ter I got after I quit smoking.
Pirates 'n' Boxers
One day out of each month should be reserved for a theme. My pick? Pirate day. Everyone gets out there best sea clothing and set sail for adventure. Think of it. It’s a regular business day....
A New Level Of Confidence And Power
They playground ones. Should put this part in the Dreams and Nightmares book but, eh. The dreams where I’m on a playground from one of the many grade schools I attended. May have had one last ...
NoJoMo Is Coming...
That is all.
El Pollos Choza
The Chicken Shack The fucking Chicken Shack On a recent adventure I go to take a drive to an industrial part of town that I’ve only been to a handful of times. Real late at night. When drunk. ...
Where do you come from?
I’m told it may be the medication which has increased the odd dreams. My mind keeps me up racing, especially with the last three weeks of added stress. A non drug induced night of decent sleep f...
Two Years Sober Today
Eric says I’m Bob…
Groovy Grenade
Dreaming of a weapon called the groovy grenade. When it explodes, instead of shrapnel, peace symbols fly out and the enemy starts hugging each other and swaying like hippies. Just a thought…
Sleepless In Seat...Huntsville
2:47 AM I plowed through the first half of season 2 of Bojack Horseman last night. That show is still depressingly funny. Seriously, the writers of that show are brilliant. Things I’ve read in ...
In The Future
Most, if not all, schools will have memorial walls for those whom have been killed in those hallowed halls.
Jeff Foxworthy Watches Me Eat
He felt a hint of embarrassment and shame when it hit him, hard. The realization that the restaurant, which is the human equivalent of a hog trough, is sponsored by the Blue Collar comedian. Wit...
Book Description
I came on my own volition.
I am the man that got away.
Work -
Tonight I clocked in at 4:30 PM and it was suddenly Wednesday when I worked 6:45 AM to 6 PM with only an hour lunch break and on my feet the rest. I was trying to relieve Logan in the back who was frying chicken both for our loose case and boxed hot case so he could go to lunch. Instead I got mixed with a redneck who wanted a Philly steak and cheese. I made his sandwich to order only to be confronted with the elderly gentleman behind him. He, to this shit. o, wanted a Philly. I was annoyed. Angry. Granted chicken side cooking sucks At least you’re away from the customers. I can, “pretend”, like I’m cooking chicken in the back but dick around for ten minutes, which actually rarely happens. You learn to smile and accept this shit. Made him his sandwich, didn’t stop to ask the next customer if he needed help. Instead, went straight to the back and told Logan to take his lunch, I was taking over, box up what just came up out the fryer and we’re good.
It was just one of those days. People wonder why I get stoned before work.
I.
Am.
Robot.
Tell.
Me.
What.
Is.
Next.
I’m versatile.
Put me in any situation and I come victorious.
Even on the bad days.
So when I go the hardcore bitch mode of my assistant manager on Wednesday after my eleventh hour there. I got irate.
I know she does a job for two.
Her boss/my boss sucks ass.
But fuck....I’m part time.
If you want to bitch and yell about the shit that the full timers didn’t do…bitch to them.
DON’T MAKE ME DO THEIR FUCKING SHIT THE LAST HOUR I’M THERE!
I’ve been working for this slave camp for three and a half years.
I lost my insurance last year due to me being stupid and the store manager catching on. Which is actually a big blessing. I haven’t missed a day in a year.
But I’ve been there for every shift.
Sleep, no sleep?
Fuck it.
Show up for work.
The computer takes over on schedule and now I don’t qualify for our good insurance.
I have to take the government stuff?
OK.
I’m a democrat.
Lifelong.
BUT FUCK YOU OBAMA!
Don’t tell me what to do.
I’ll go another year without health insurance.
I want my good Blue Cross Blue Shield Back.
Make my job give me the hours back for insurance.
People close to me say I need to see a therapist.
After A.A. and an almost check in at rehab.
Maybe I do need anti-depressants.
This is a rant with no one I know reading this.
Its liberating.
I welcome ProseBox into my life.
