It sucks that you can update your "this is the shit that's going on in my life" thing because there's so much going on in your life. fucking irony.
keep in mind this is the only time I had in a long long time to do so much as anything resembling leisure, and even now it's only to catch up with myself on this thing. forgive the typos, as i'm just pulling shit out of my ass as i think of it.
ok...hold up a second while I try and figure out what's gone on in the last...lord the fuck knows.
ok, ok...so I quit sears (a terrible, shitty, low paying shit job if there ever was one), spend the shitty holidays in EB, and luckily I get enough hours during that period to let me and the missus just barely scrape by. I attamepted to contact bill on numerous occasions, and decided "ah, fuck it, I've got to stop depending on people." Also, his phone was shut off, so I couldn't exactly call him in the first place.
This is where Narrative Causality steps in. (my personal theory that stuff happens the way it does because it sounds better in a story.)
So, after the holiday period the new schedule for the week is put up, and I have 12 hours for one week, and 10 the next. Rejo, on the other hand, has 38.
Now, do the math here. Rejo is a college student who has very few fiscal responsibilities. I'm married, practically supporting my mother, and paying off a 20-something-thousand dollar loan. Is this fair? Granted, Rejo performs well in the store, better than me, but he's there very nearly every day, whether scheduled or not, and has very few responsibilities pulling at his mind. I, on the other hand, am getting pulled in several dozen directions. but enough of that.
So, I obviously have to get a second job. me and dreen both look around for a few days, and guess who calls? Bill, and he's offering a job at KFC.
Isn't it odd how you find things just when you stop looking for them?
As it turns out, bill went through some family stuuf, some relationship stuff, and some financial stuff all in one huge shot, just as he got fired. Now, this'll put anyone in a bad state, and bill was no exception. couple this with the fact that his batshit-insane ex-but-doesn't-quite-understand-the-ex-part-girlfriend left him 103 (that's one hundred and fucking three) consecutive voicemails in one day. he stopped paying his phone bill, and just ducked under the radar, while he sorted out all that was happening to him.
As promised, he wanted to pull me out, but he needed to be trained first. Since he management re-training was over, he now had a job for me. I accepted. I'm now the proud and happy mid-man in the KFC in historic Collingswood, NJ. I'm getting free food almost every day, making SEVEN FUCKING DOLLARS AN HOUR to make side dishes and dick around for a shift, and am getting no less than 30 hours a week. transportation is more of less free since i work the same shifts as bill, and life is motherfucking good. I've been there about 5 weeks, give or take.
But. And of course, there is a but. actually several.
1: The hours are late. when we close (and i'm usually closing) i'm not out of there until 1, and not home until about 1:30, sometimes later.
2: I've had very few days off, and very little time to do anything I've really wanted to do. most of my free time in the last 5 weeks I've spent asleep, in the shower, or doing the typical errands you just have to do. it's been so bad we promised a friend of dreen's we'd make her fudge for valentines day. we just made a few hours ago.
3: I now despise EB. the job that I've loved for so damn long, and that's been a source of so much...who knows what, I now despise. The weekly shift I work there now (sundays, open to close) is nearly unbearable. the customers are morons, the company is greedy and rediculously draconic...it's just unnesscesary now. i'll be quitting as soon as i get mike laid (long story.)
4: Rejo's true self has been revealed to me over the last five or so weeks. At first he was a nice guy, justy a little on teh annoying side. With bill's absense he's dropped the "part of the team" pretense and is now out for himself, and himself only. He is (and always has been, I've onyl just noticed) a greedy, shameless kissass and opportunist. more on this if i'm prodded to explain. I can't stand being in the same room with him now.
5: I've completely neglected basically every creative thing I had going for myself. I've not drawn or written anything for so long i can;t actually remember when i last did. my only contact with matt has been readng his blog in between bi-weekly mail checks/spam deleting, I've not seen pennypack park in ages, hell, I've not even sat down and played a godamn video game. I need to start sleeping less. And as many times as you've heard this, i'm sorry, matt. there's just so much crap going on right now. I tried to stop back at west coast. I also know that's not going to do shit to solve anything, as i doubt you check this, as i've not really updated it in 3 months. I'll probably drop yuou a mail and explain a few left out bits more. i'll just skip the rest, since you're prtty much the only person who reads this.
So yeah. a lot of shit's been going on, and while i've kind been lost in the middle of it, the more comfortable i get with KFC (and god, what a cushy job it is.), the more i'll be able to facilitate my free time. Pluss, i'll actually be making enough money to live, and HAVE SOME LEFT OVER. i'm not even sure of the last time i was able to say that.
So it's 5 o clock now. This has taken me a full hour to write, and i have no idea if it's length, since i've revised nothing. oh well.
God, matt, i miss you, and I miss actually being able to goof off. but i gues what i originally thought about being an adult in our society is right. you get to do less and less of what you want to.
then again, i've just stayed up till 5am to update an internet diary. not exactly the most adult thing in the world. maybe i've got some youth in reserves. here's to youthening up some. I'll be practicing youthenasia. Heh. poor english puns at 5 am. it's been a while.