languid

ok... now i missed out. no one told me about the high on fire show. my friends, who aren't even into metal, yet saw sleep waaayyyy back at the chameleon, remember the chameleon? were there. they were upstairs rating the fist opposed to hook'em horns displays. i'm so downstairs, and probably sleeping and yes i was working at six am on saturday. ok, i know everyone knows i just work allll the time but it wa was a weekend show... i didn't even know about them until after it was over. out of touch and going to motorhead. m'm nuff kvetching.

prom. are you going?

throbbing gristle on kusf is such a delicious way to start the day. everybody can just go to their little happy place now.

as far as work is concerned the flogging will continue until the morale improves. everybody got shit from the boss. no ass shall remained unreamed.... i guess he is a little but hurt from having to let that particular individual go yesterday. still sticking up for him even as he is confirmed to have stabbed everyone on the way out. it was funny that he called the owner, who usually stays above the fray, to inquire why he was being let go. so he in turn was informed why the owner didn't like his work ethic. heresay, i was not on the fone. i got shipped to his old job yesterday. the guy running it is a fucking freak of nature and we get along fine. i get along with the bonifide crazy people. he has got a lot to dig thru to figure out what he has to do as to opposed to what was forgotten, left behind, or just plain installed wrong. we're gonna start tearing shit back out again when we finish everything that was left behind.

today shall be busy because i will start there, go to a little job i have at 9 and then return to go back. ai yai yai. work, work. probably overtime this weekend. good, i'm broke, i need new boots, and bertha, my truck, has issues that need to be resolved as soon as the rain passes.



aloha,
j