"What would you do, if it was you
Would you take everything for granted like you do?"
- Staind "Open Your Eyes"
S.M.F.
I feel like a useless piece of shit right now. Everyone has been getting sick. We have three people call in sick on any given shift I've worked. When it's me, though, I have to beg
Wyspurr to go into work in my stead. Because I'm the baker, and the baker is so fucking irreplacable that even with Wyspurr willing to go in to help out so that the manager can tend to the baking himself I'm made to feel like shit by my boss. That's on top of feeling like an ass for getting my wife to cover for me. Then of course, there's the fact of being dog fucking sick, which is the whole reason I don't feel capable of going to work to begin with. Sorry, I'm an asshole, I'm not going to work when I can't feel confident that I'll be able to control my bodies output.
I really don't care about what my boss thinks. I just feel really bad for Wyspurr, who deserves better than to have to go to work at five in the morning on her day off because work can't function without my sickly ass. She's too good to me sometimes. I hope I can make it up to her somehow.
Anyway, since I'm up I guess I'll go over yesterday. It started as pretty much any other Saturday, with going to work at four in the morning. We have a new girl, Tabitha, working there. She's sixteen and would not stop babbling at me pretty much the whole morning. Other than that, there was nothing exceptional about the work day.
After work, the punk who lives in the apartment next to us, Dan, invited holierthancow and I over to look through some CDs somebody left at his place to see if we wanted any of them. Of course, we brought beer with us. Anyway, we ended up hanging out most of the afternoon drinking and swapping tales of brawls and crazy women we've known.
As evening approached, I started to call katfireblade to find out when she planned to pick me up to take me to the Five Day Drive show. I dialed the number and after it rang twice I heard katfireblade's distinctive voice saying "What?" as she walks into my apartment, her friend Aria(?) trailing behind her.
So I hopped in katfireblade's car...after pointing out that her tire desperately needed air. We stopped at a gas station to put air into it and when she did it was audibly making its way back out. As luck would have it, though, we were across the street from a tire place where her former coworker worked and he set her up with a free replacement tire. Life's just too fucking weird sometimes.
So we dropped of Aria, then went to pick up Song. I screwed up reading the directions, but we eventually made it. It was neat finally meeting Song, as she'd been on my LiveJournal friends for a while at one point, though for some reason I don't remember I ended up removing her. I found her exceptionally likable in person, so I'm glad she accompanied us to the show.
We had some trouble finding the Redlight Cafe, though this time it wasn't my fault at least. We got there, though, before Julie Loyd's set started so we hadn't missed a thing. After giving the door guy my cover charge, I went straight for Leigh, so overeager to see her that I didn't even give her a chance to stand for a proper greeting hug before embracing her from behind over the shoulder. Eventually, though, we managed to get our bodies into alignment and hug right. I was so happy to see her.
She had her boy thing with her. He was pretty much what I was expecting. My apathy was almost anti-climactic. He just seemed so insignificant. Still, I didn't want to push my luck and give myself any opportunity to let my impression worsen, so I pretty much ignored the two of them after the show started.
Julie Loyd was good. I'm glad I got there early enough to see her. Five Day Drive was also good, though I already knew that. Honestly, I kind of prefer Juliana solo performances, but she's fantastic either way.
After Five Day Drive finished their set, a lot of people started clearing out. I felt a little bad for the band that was to go on next, but it made me smile to think that so many people had come just for Juliana's band. She's a very talented and wonderful person and it restores a little of my faith in humanity to see her recognized.
katfireblade, Song, and I went on to the Majestic where we met up with Leigh and a handful of other people. Unfortunately, the only two people I was interested in talking to were Leigh and Song and they both ended up seated at the opposite end of the long table. So I ate my food and listened disinterestedly to what everyone else was talking about, and wandered my head for a bit 'til I decided it was time to go home. Fortunately katfireblade didn't seem to have any qualm about departing so I didn't end up walking home, which is actually what I'd planned on doing since I didn't want to cut her evening short just because I had to be at work at five in the morning. The Majestic is near enough to my house that I wouldn't have minded walking, though it was just cold enough outside (and I hadn't brought a coat) that I appreciated the ride.
Wyspurr was still up when I got home, so we cuddled, conversed, and copulated. It was a nice way to end the evening. I drifted to sleep feeling truly blessed.
Too bad I woke up feeling so wretched. At least I don't feel so bad that I can't do some much needed cleaning around the house. It's just that I feel like I swallowed a small demon and now it's running laps through my digestive system. I feel like I should be shitting and throwing up at the same time, but I can't even make myself do either. Very unpleasant.
Other than feeling physically ill and guilty over Wyspurr having to work in my stead, though, I'm feeling pretty happy. I really like where my life is at and where it's going. I am blessed. I may not have much in a material sense, but I'm rich in love, passion, and friends and I think that's better than an HDTV any day.
Leigh and I
Would you take everything for granted like you do?"
- Staind "Open Your Eyes"
S.M.F.
I feel like a useless piece of shit right now. Everyone has been getting sick. We have three people call in sick on any given shift I've worked. When it's me, though, I have to beg
Wyspurr to go into work in my stead. Because I'm the baker, and the baker is so fucking irreplacable that even with Wyspurr willing to go in to help out so that the manager can tend to the baking himself I'm made to feel like shit by my boss. That's on top of feeling like an ass for getting my wife to cover for me. Then of course, there's the fact of being dog fucking sick, which is the whole reason I don't feel capable of going to work to begin with. Sorry, I'm an asshole, I'm not going to work when I can't feel confident that I'll be able to control my bodies output.
I really don't care about what my boss thinks. I just feel really bad for Wyspurr, who deserves better than to have to go to work at five in the morning on her day off because work can't function without my sickly ass. She's too good to me sometimes. I hope I can make it up to her somehow.
Anyway, since I'm up I guess I'll go over yesterday. It started as pretty much any other Saturday, with going to work at four in the morning. We have a new girl, Tabitha, working there. She's sixteen and would not stop babbling at me pretty much the whole morning. Other than that, there was nothing exceptional about the work day.
After work, the punk who lives in the apartment next to us, Dan, invited holierthancow and I over to look through some CDs somebody left at his place to see if we wanted any of them. Of course, we brought beer with us. Anyway, we ended up hanging out most of the afternoon drinking and swapping tales of brawls and crazy women we've known.
As evening approached, I started to call katfireblade to find out when she planned to pick me up to take me to the Five Day Drive show. I dialed the number and after it rang twice I heard katfireblade's distinctive voice saying "What?" as she walks into my apartment, her friend Aria(?) trailing behind her.
So I hopped in katfireblade's car...after pointing out that her tire desperately needed air. We stopped at a gas station to put air into it and when she did it was audibly making its way back out. As luck would have it, though, we were across the street from a tire place where her former coworker worked and he set her up with a free replacement tire. Life's just too fucking weird sometimes.
So we dropped of Aria, then went to pick up Song. I screwed up reading the directions, but we eventually made it. It was neat finally meeting Song, as she'd been on my LiveJournal friends for a while at one point, though for some reason I don't remember I ended up removing her. I found her exceptionally likable in person, so I'm glad she accompanied us to the show.
We had some trouble finding the Redlight Cafe, though this time it wasn't my fault at least. We got there, though, before Julie Loyd's set started so we hadn't missed a thing. After giving the door guy my cover charge, I went straight for Leigh, so overeager to see her that I didn't even give her a chance to stand for a proper greeting hug before embracing her from behind over the shoulder. Eventually, though, we managed to get our bodies into alignment and hug right. I was so happy to see her.
She had her boy thing with her. He was pretty much what I was expecting. My apathy was almost anti-climactic. He just seemed so insignificant. Still, I didn't want to push my luck and give myself any opportunity to let my impression worsen, so I pretty much ignored the two of them after the show started.
Julie Loyd was good. I'm glad I got there early enough to see her. Five Day Drive was also good, though I already knew that. Honestly, I kind of prefer Juliana solo performances, but she's fantastic either way.
After Five Day Drive finished their set, a lot of people started clearing out. I felt a little bad for the band that was to go on next, but it made me smile to think that so many people had come just for Juliana's band. She's a very talented and wonderful person and it restores a little of my faith in humanity to see her recognized.
katfireblade, Song, and I went on to the Majestic where we met up with Leigh and a handful of other people. Unfortunately, the only two people I was interested in talking to were Leigh and Song and they both ended up seated at the opposite end of the long table. So I ate my food and listened disinterestedly to what everyone else was talking about, and wandered my head for a bit 'til I decided it was time to go home. Fortunately katfireblade didn't seem to have any qualm about departing so I didn't end up walking home, which is actually what I'd planned on doing since I didn't want to cut her evening short just because I had to be at work at five in the morning. The Majestic is near enough to my house that I wouldn't have minded walking, though it was just cold enough outside (and I hadn't brought a coat) that I appreciated the ride.
Wyspurr was still up when I got home, so we cuddled, conversed, and copulated. It was a nice way to end the evening. I drifted to sleep feeling truly blessed.
Too bad I woke up feeling so wretched. At least I don't feel so bad that I can't do some much needed cleaning around the house. It's just that I feel like I swallowed a small demon and now it's running laps through my digestive system. I feel like I should be shitting and throwing up at the same time, but I can't even make myself do either. Very unpleasant.
Other than feeling physically ill and guilty over Wyspurr having to work in my stead, though, I'm feeling pretty happy. I really like where my life is at and where it's going. I am blessed. I may not have much in a material sense, but I'm rich in love, passion, and friends and I think that's better than an HDTV any day.
Leigh and I
did not get a chance to read your journal, but I hope you are doing well....
kisses
KRISS