Well...yesterday was payday. Even the guy that cashed my check laughed at it. Yep.
Actually...I should go ahead and get ready to head out for a bit. My boss wants to quit, so where does that leave the rest of the crew? Oh yeah...jobless, right.
This is where I kick myself for slacking off in high school, and moving out instead of staying with my folks and going to college for something. What do I have for skills to bring to a job? Nothing. I'm a grunt. I can carry shit and work all day. Yippie yay.
I'm still pretty undecided on what to take classes for too. I'm almost 25, you'd think I'd have my shit straight by now, but noooo. My best bet at this point is trying to work with Kevin once I have some cash to take a few web design classes.
'Cuz, ya know, a $134 paycheck doesn't cover jack or shit... Funny thing was, it was my boss bitching about how these houses should be done in one day, when he's the one wanting to go home early, not work, and taking 2 days to do the stairs.
Well...I guess if all I have to bitch about is money and my job, everything else is cool.
It is, for the most part. Wish I didn't have to work tomorrow though, because I'd really like to see Dianna tonight. And ugh, does this house need some cleaning. I guess I shouldnt have stayed in bed till 2:00! 
The guy that runs the comic shop around the corner might have to close it up.
I mean...it's small, and he doesn't have much, but it's still a comic shop, like, right over there. New comics within walking distance RULE!
Happy birthday Posh!
Edity: Damn...I just found out my roomates grandad died. About to give him a lift to the funeral home. His aunt came by earlier to pick him up, and he was at the Ren Fest.
Dressed up like a damn freak too. I wonder what the hell is wrong with that kid sometimes, then I remember he pretty much raised himself. His mom was a psycho, super christian crackhead. (All true, seriously) His dad, although he's a nice guy, is a total deadbeat, and so he lived with his grandpa, who, while also a nice guy, was drunk all the time, and not so nice then.
Well damn.
Edity v2.0: Aww, they dressed Tom up pretty casual, dress shirt and a baseball cap on. They put a couple of the cigars he smoked, and the pen he always carried in the front pocket, and a package of tomato seeds in his hands. He'd work in his gardens the entire time the climate would allow.
Actually...I should go ahead and get ready to head out for a bit. My boss wants to quit, so where does that leave the rest of the crew? Oh yeah...jobless, right.
This is where I kick myself for slacking off in high school, and moving out instead of staying with my folks and going to college for something. What do I have for skills to bring to a job? Nothing. I'm a grunt. I can carry shit and work all day. Yippie yay.
I'm still pretty undecided on what to take classes for too. I'm almost 25, you'd think I'd have my shit straight by now, but noooo. My best bet at this point is trying to work with Kevin once I have some cash to take a few web design classes.
'Cuz, ya know, a $134 paycheck doesn't cover jack or shit... Funny thing was, it was my boss bitching about how these houses should be done in one day, when he's the one wanting to go home early, not work, and taking 2 days to do the stairs.
Well...I guess if all I have to bitch about is money and my job, everything else is cool.
It is, for the most part. Wish I didn't have to work tomorrow though, because I'd really like to see Dianna tonight. And ugh, does this house need some cleaning. I guess I shouldnt have stayed in bed till 2:00!
The guy that runs the comic shop around the corner might have to close it up.
I mean...it's small, and he doesn't have much, but it's still a comic shop, like, right over there. New comics within walking distance RULE!
Happy birthday Posh!
Edity: Damn...I just found out my roomates grandad died. About to give him a lift to the funeral home. His aunt came by earlier to pick him up, and he was at the Ren Fest.
Dressed up like a damn freak too. I wonder what the hell is wrong with that kid sometimes, then I remember he pretty much raised himself. His mom was a psycho, super christian crackhead. (All true, seriously) His dad, although he's a nice guy, is a total deadbeat, and so he lived with his grandpa, who, while also a nice guy, was drunk all the time, and not so nice then.
Well damn.
Edity v2.0: Aww, they dressed Tom up pretty casual, dress shirt and a baseball cap on. They put a couple of the cigars he smoked, and the pen he always carried in the front pocket, and a package of tomato seeds in his hands. He'd work in his gardens the entire time the climate would allow.
twigtech:
After high school I spent 3 years doing nothing and spent the last 3 earning a useless 2 year degree. Only now am I starting to realize what I really want to do is work on cars. Its not too late to find what you really want to do.
sarahjane:
