So, my job hunt has become MUCH more urgent.
Why so?' you must obviously [or not so obviously, fuckers] wonder?
I made a mistake and got a ticket around last January.
Lets just say my brother and I had been drinking.
Lets just say it was 3AM, had just started raining, and I lost control of my truck and it slid off the road into a ditch, getting it stuck there -- in a rural area, without much traffic at all, that time of night.
Lets just say that we decided it was prudent to walk the mile home instead of being discovered at said 3AM by an officer of the law in our inebriated state.
Lets just say when I went to get my truck the next morning, it had been picked up by the Sheriffs department and impounded.
Lets just say I paid the $140 to get it out of impound.
Lets just say that about a week later, there was a call to my parents by a Sheriffs investigator, looking for me, claiming that I had fled the scene of a hit and run, because my truck had brushed an ivy-covered chain-link fence when it had gotten stuck and the fuck-neck owner of said fence decided that he was going to take advantage of the rickety look of the fence and say it was my truck that made it look so.
Lets just say I had to meet with said Sheriffs investigator and convince him that that was not the case, and to please, fucking-hell, please not throw my narrow little ass in a jail cell with a large man named Earl.
Lets just say he issued me a ticket, and even helped me out, charging me with Loss of Vehicle Control, which was only a $90 ticket but 6, yes 6, points on your license.
Lets just say I forgot about the 6-point issue and paid the ticket instead of going to driving school. Driving school would have alleviated the 6 points on my license, folks. Pay attention to this point. This is what we call foreshadowing ...
Lets just say when I went to renew my insurance last week, it jumped up.
A bit.
A whole lotta bit.
A shitload of a bit.
From the average $120 down, $80 a month to, at even the cheapest insurance carrier possible, $220, $176 a month.
Lets just say a $7 an hour job will not allow me to live in any other lifestyle than the ramen noodle and Pabst Blue Ribbon lifestyle that while when it is a CHOSEN lifestyle, is fine -- but when it is an imposed lifestyle, sucks complete and utter ass.
So, coincidentally, mind you, I have decided to look back into the Call Center job market that I am so familiar with.
Ya-fucking-hoo.
I have about $22 dollars in the bank, not a single present bought for Christmas and some serious back pain from all the stress this has created.
I bite my thumb at insurance companies, Drivers License bureaus and ramen noodles.
Fuck it.
I have a cat named after a simian, three beers in my fridge and my broken-in, comfie leather jacket to keep me warm.
Life could be worse.
-Scotty
PS I just used the word, 'comfie', in a sentence.
That made me giggle.
I shall now go vomit.
Leaf, send me a care package that includes a million dollars and 40oz, please.
Why so?' you must obviously [or not so obviously, fuckers] wonder?
I made a mistake and got a ticket around last January.
Lets just say my brother and I had been drinking.
Lets just say it was 3AM, had just started raining, and I lost control of my truck and it slid off the road into a ditch, getting it stuck there -- in a rural area, without much traffic at all, that time of night.
Lets just say that we decided it was prudent to walk the mile home instead of being discovered at said 3AM by an officer of the law in our inebriated state.
Lets just say when I went to get my truck the next morning, it had been picked up by the Sheriffs department and impounded.
Lets just say I paid the $140 to get it out of impound.
Lets just say that about a week later, there was a call to my parents by a Sheriffs investigator, looking for me, claiming that I had fled the scene of a hit and run, because my truck had brushed an ivy-covered chain-link fence when it had gotten stuck and the fuck-neck owner of said fence decided that he was going to take advantage of the rickety look of the fence and say it was my truck that made it look so.
Lets just say I had to meet with said Sheriffs investigator and convince him that that was not the case, and to please, fucking-hell, please not throw my narrow little ass in a jail cell with a large man named Earl.
Lets just say he issued me a ticket, and even helped me out, charging me with Loss of Vehicle Control, which was only a $90 ticket but 6, yes 6, points on your license.
Lets just say I forgot about the 6-point issue and paid the ticket instead of going to driving school. Driving school would have alleviated the 6 points on my license, folks. Pay attention to this point. This is what we call foreshadowing ...
Lets just say when I went to renew my insurance last week, it jumped up.
A bit.
A whole lotta bit.
A shitload of a bit.
From the average $120 down, $80 a month to, at even the cheapest insurance carrier possible, $220, $176 a month.
Lets just say a $7 an hour job will not allow me to live in any other lifestyle than the ramen noodle and Pabst Blue Ribbon lifestyle that while when it is a CHOSEN lifestyle, is fine -- but when it is an imposed lifestyle, sucks complete and utter ass.
So, coincidentally, mind you, I have decided to look back into the Call Center job market that I am so familiar with.
Ya-fucking-hoo.
I have about $22 dollars in the bank, not a single present bought for Christmas and some serious back pain from all the stress this has created.
I bite my thumb at insurance companies, Drivers License bureaus and ramen noodles.
Fuck it.
I have a cat named after a simian, three beers in my fridge and my broken-in, comfie leather jacket to keep me warm.
Life could be worse.
-Scotty
PS I just used the word, 'comfie', in a sentence.
That made me giggle.
I shall now go vomit.
Leaf, send me a care package that includes a million dollars and 40oz, please.
either way you cut and pasted, you lazy rat bastard.
million dollars and a jolly rogering are on their way!