t3chmonkey

Got my coveted job as a security gaurd. Not because I dig shit jobs, but I dig shit jobs that give me free time to do the things I want/need to be doing; drawing, writing, reading, plotting. The only thing that is standing between me and my sixty hour work week is the possible snag with the long arm of the law.
My legal standing as a respectable citizen is in constant peril with my almost comical inattentiveness to my traffic tickets. I see being pulled over as an opportunity to find out wether I have a warrant or not.
So tomorrow I get that question answered again as I go to be licensed at a security level police officer. Which still means nothing. Any time I confront someone, from these video's they made me watch, is just handing out lawsuits. Oh, incidentally, I'm being sued by my uncles ex-wife for some programming issues. If told you I'm not really a fuck up, I bet you'd have a hard time believing me.

Anyway, I don't confront people. I charm them. How else would I get this job handed to me while constantly rescheduling to clean up all the warrants that I'm at least aware of?

I looked at an iCal projection of what my week would look like. It's these massive solid colors of green, my "work' color. I have decided to take a nap immediately to stockpile on sleep.