Josh Vs. The Salvation Army
I need to stop eating before bed because I've been having some messed up dreams. For instance, last night I dreamed I met Mickey Dolenz at a book signing where I told him that the Monkees tv show was my inspiration to get into writing. He was interested in some of my ideas and wanted to sign me to his new book label and to fly out to L.A. To work out the details. At the meeting I got to meet the rest of the Monkees, only it wasn't them. Instead of Davey Jones, there was the guy from Top Gear and Brainiac. Instead of Mike Neismeth, there was his mom who kept trying to white out lines of my contract. And I don't even remember Peter Tork there at all. Anyway, the meeting runs long and I miss my flight and have to get back so Mickey gives me the keys to the Monkee-mobile and says it'll get me back in plenty of time, but when I get out to the parking lot, it's not the super car from the show but my old '82 shitbox Nissan that was falling apart so I donated it to get ripped apart by the jaws of life practice.
I'm sure there was more, but that's all I can remember... FYI, Mickey Dolenz is a cool cat to hang out with.
Now for some big news. I was officially promoted three days ago. They told me this news yesterday. I would say that there's a problem with the communication in that place, but there probably needs to be some communication first before there can be a problem with it. (Zing! UPS, you got burned) During my first day, I hit my head climbing up a ladder, hit my elbow climbing down a ladder and twisted my ankle standing on a ladder. I fucking hate ladders. Other than that, it wasn't so bad. A lot of running around and paperwork and multi-tasking, but not so much heavy lifting. And because they won't let me talk to anyone about it there, I'm making twice what I was before (2x0=0) with a raise in March and another in July. My shoulders and my wallet both think this job is a great idea. My ankle and elbow... that's a different story.
Last night I also had the chance to give my request for days off. I have the 13th through the 21st and the 25th of may off. This is my first real vacation, so I want to make it count.
The only other issue with this job is that I had to shave my goatee. The one I've had since high school. Now, I either have to start eating more salad or wearing a bandana like I'm going to rob a train in the old west because without it, I look like Brain. God damn Irish babyface.
Back to the good news... All I have left to move out is 2 televisions and 2 boxes of books and I'm totally out of my dad's house. I wish things were better there, but seriously, everyone in my family but me is a total asshole. Now I just can't wait to go furniture shopping. I'm going to have the most bad ass bedroom ever.
That's it. I'm going back to bed. Hopefully this time I can go more than 2 hours without my cat walking all over me.
I need to stop eating before bed because I've been having some messed up dreams. For instance, last night I dreamed I met Mickey Dolenz at a book signing where I told him that the Monkees tv show was my inspiration to get into writing. He was interested in some of my ideas and wanted to sign me to his new book label and to fly out to L.A. To work out the details. At the meeting I got to meet the rest of the Monkees, only it wasn't them. Instead of Davey Jones, there was the guy from Top Gear and Brainiac. Instead of Mike Neismeth, there was his mom who kept trying to white out lines of my contract. And I don't even remember Peter Tork there at all. Anyway, the meeting runs long and I miss my flight and have to get back so Mickey gives me the keys to the Monkee-mobile and says it'll get me back in plenty of time, but when I get out to the parking lot, it's not the super car from the show but my old '82 shitbox Nissan that was falling apart so I donated it to get ripped apart by the jaws of life practice.
I'm sure there was more, but that's all I can remember... FYI, Mickey Dolenz is a cool cat to hang out with.
Now for some big news. I was officially promoted three days ago. They told me this news yesterday. I would say that there's a problem with the communication in that place, but there probably needs to be some communication first before there can be a problem with it. (Zing! UPS, you got burned) During my first day, I hit my head climbing up a ladder, hit my elbow climbing down a ladder and twisted my ankle standing on a ladder. I fucking hate ladders. Other than that, it wasn't so bad. A lot of running around and paperwork and multi-tasking, but not so much heavy lifting. And because they won't let me talk to anyone about it there, I'm making twice what I was before (2x0=0) with a raise in March and another in July. My shoulders and my wallet both think this job is a great idea. My ankle and elbow... that's a different story.
Last night I also had the chance to give my request for days off. I have the 13th through the 21st and the 25th of may off. This is my first real vacation, so I want to make it count.
The only other issue with this job is that I had to shave my goatee. The one I've had since high school. Now, I either have to start eating more salad or wearing a bandana like I'm going to rob a train in the old west because without it, I look like Brain. God damn Irish babyface.
Back to the good news... All I have left to move out is 2 televisions and 2 boxes of books and I'm totally out of my dad's house. I wish things were better there, but seriously, everyone in my family but me is a total asshole. Now I just can't wait to go furniture shopping. I'm going to have the most bad ass bedroom ever.
That's it. I'm going back to bed. Hopefully this time I can go more than 2 hours without my cat walking all over me.
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p.s. you should so get the racecar bed
[Edited on Feb 04, 2006 9:35AM]
I have no idea what that means.
Thank you