Still need to work on it a bit more. Only the second time I’ve had to use it.
And Jim encouraged and gave me some pointers on using it. I thought for sure he was gonna chew me out, but he didn’t care.
There was this massive clusterfuck of pallets and groceries on the number two bay door and as Kory and I were making heads and tails of how crap got there, I heard him say, “Yeah. There’s a lot of Einstein level motherfuckers that work at Walmart”.
I giggled to myself a little bit.
That’s what I have J listed on my phone in case it should ever be misplaced, lost or stolen.
I’m so madly, crazy about her more than I’ve ever been with anyone…except maybe Angela. I still think about her sometimes, but not as much. I’m happy for her though. She’s found the stability she craved, needed.
Veruka. I so love that crazy woman! Maybe its the distance apart that makes me want her or maybe its just her gorgeous little self or maybe I’m just freaking horny. I haven’t seen her in a week.
She was admitted into the Saints last week and when I found out, I went ballistic. I actually went off the deep end after she’d sent me that suicide note on facebook. One of the ground rules was that she was not to cut or self mutilate herself, which is one of the deal breakers. I love her much, but I’m not into head games and I know what I want.
The DEAL BREAKERS:
- no cheating
- no drugs
- no excessive alcohol
- no smoking
- no lying
- no cutting or self mutilation
That’s it. I gave her the analogy that I’m an old muscle car with a lot of miles and power and if she’s ever tired of me, that she should go look for a newer model with turbo-charger and kick ass stereo, cuz I’m set in my ways and I don’t want her hurting herself for retarded ass shit.
She said she was in the hospital cuz she was stressed out. I know better. She was jealous that I was moving away and with two lesbians. Helloo? What part of LESBIANS doesn’t sink into your mind? Jana and Julee are into each other, women NOT men. Besides, I don’t want a thing of theirs and they don’t have anything I want. Told Veruka that my friends are in need. That’s it. We’re friends. Nothing more. And they trust me.
Besides, they travel back and forth from Tulsa so I rarely see either of them but they do have a list of things they want done here so I keep busy even on my days off.
I love my crazy little Veruka. She’s seeing her old therapist on a regular basis now. She sent me a text saying that she did as I was on my lunch break yesterday and that she’s told her therapist about me. I’m curious now…
When two hot lesbian friends asked me to move in with them on the condition of “immediate occupancy”, I was not about to turn them down. They actually want me to feed the dogs, do some yard work to fix up the place a little bit. They called me one day last week and bought me lunch and then offered me the proposal.
I showed up the next day.
I asked them why they picked me…a random guy.
Jana said, “‘Cause we know you, Alain. You don’t like people, you’re a loner, you’re a gun freak and your lease will be up in a couple of months. And we trust you. You’re the perfect candidate!”
This immense house is located in the middle-of-nowhere, out in the country, and the dogs are the only living souls I’ve seen, heard with the exception of South Highway 7 about five miles down the gravel road.
When I got home at 0203 this morning, I stayed up til 0630 trying to figure out how to hook the wall-mounted tv to the home theater system. No luck, but I did manage to get reception on the FM tuner…
So I had an epiphany this morning…I’m forever in the Friend Zone with the women.
The crew I work with, are called The Satanists by the rest of the employees cuz they’re often thought of slackers and Satanists. I don’t know about that.
One of the receiving managers asked me how I was liking the job and I said, “I love working the back room!” Then he got me logged into my own user name onto the scanners. I’m liking the job; its low stress and I don’t have too many problems with my coworkers even though they’re all younger than me.
Yeah. I like the job. I might just do one shift a week at the paper mill from now on. Found out my new schedule and I got 40 hours! I hope its steady. I really need the money to complete my agenda…but that’s another story.
That’s how much I’m guaranteed to work at my new job starting tomorrow.
I wonder how I’m going to like it. It could be worse; not getting enough hours at the paper mill.
Type more later.
I took a break from job hunting yesterday, from beating feet on hot pavement. I’m done with healthcare for now, but it seems I might have to go back to it as there doesn’t seem to be any other prospects that interest me. At this time, I don’t really care. About anything. I just want a job. Need to keep the income going. That security post can blow itself out the ass. Shannon applied for one also and she posted that the application process was a pain as well. I’m not doing anything good at the moment so I’ll call it a night.
Sometimes I really do think I need to be on meds.
I seriously think this as I often have racing thoughts–thoughts that sprout up randomly and go from one tangent to another in no order except to flit from one topic/idea to another in an instant.
Today I was job hunting and had an interview at this giant twenty-four hour department store. The person-in-charge told me to get a drug screen and while I was at my girlfriend’s house waiting for my bladder to fill with urine, I also decided to take a short nap on her bed while she looked of jobs on monster.com. As I lay on her bed with the fan blowing overhead and the other, in my face, I had a fleeting image of drinking so much fluids that my electrolytes were flushed out. And another image of me drowning from the act of just drinking water.
I woke up ready to get the deed done. After that, I drove to Homeland to look at a bouquet for my lady of which there was not a great selection. I thought long and hard of her. I thought she might like the single red rose with baby’s breath arrangement. If she didn’t, I was going to tell her to take the flower out and slap two dictionaries on it for a month and keep it for posterity.
Simple right? She kept it in the vase where it stands. It’ll probably die within a few days. Probably I’ll remind her to stick it into books…or not. She’s grown. She can remember it.