Done like Chirstmas Turkey

In about 1 week my summer vacation (and I use the term loosely) will be over. It'd be sooner except I get a few extra days because I'll be partying down with my sister out in the west as she begins the phase of her life where she's tied down to only one dick forever and ever. But come next Wednesday its all over. I'll be back in school redoing my sophmore year in a new and exciting major. If you've read my other posts you'll agree with me when I say that overall this summer sucked. I mean majorly sucked. Basically besides working at my old, stressful, depressing, and utterly horrible job, I didn't go out. I didn't go on any of the trips that I wanted to. My computer was broken for the entire summer. And I didn't even have any money to spend on myself because of stupid bills. yep It sucked. So maybe starting school is a good thing. I think it is.

Get to Work

So I'm posting this blog while I'm at work. The crazy part is that instead of working like I figured they would want me to my supervisor told me to take a break and get on the computer soley because they really can't find anything else for me to do at the moment. I guess I'm just too efficient at what I. But I find that hard to believe considering I just spent the last 4 days dragging out a 2 day project that consisted of me alphabetizing a file cabinet. I guess my slacking skills have become sub-par these days. Time to start training again, but I've got to be careful no make sure I separate between slacking at work and just plain being too lazy to go to classes. Cuz that didn't turn out so good when I tested it out last semester. I bet ten bucks that my supervisor's gunna tell me to go home at least 15 minutes early, she's the best. Ok, how much longer can I squeeze this break out? 5 minutes? maybe.

In other news my search for a significant other has been going swimmingly, as I'm currently engaged in ongoing conversations via telefono and that age old practice of letter writing with a member of the female pursuasion who is away working at a summer camp. If all goes according to my master plan when she gets back from camp I'll take her out. Nothing fancy, cuz I'm broke as hell. But something fun.

I'll close with one of my favorite demotivational quotes "Get To Work: you aren't being paid to believe in the power of your dreams."

All Fired Up

So a lots happened since my last post. I believe. Can't really remember what that last one was about but I'll start with this. My old asshole of a boss that made life absolutely miserable for me fired me 2 weeks ago. Ironically I was going to quit that job quite soon anyways. He just beat me to the punch. It wasn't a big deal cuz by the next tuesday I'd already found a new job. Less pay, but oh god is it a better job. here are the perks

-one hour lunch break that I get paid for

-my hardest job is alphabetizing a stack of papers

-my supervisor is the nicest woman ever

-when there's not enough work to do my supervisor sends me home early but has me sign out with my regular hours

all in all I'm in job heaven. One other perk that I just remembered is that I can continue this when I start school and just go to part-time hours. so to sum it up, out with the crappy job with a fuck-face of a boss, in with rich chocolately goodness.

Dia de la Birth

I wanna say happy birthday to my good friend Whitney. She's been mentioned before in this blog and has been a bright spot during this adventure that is college. If I didn't live in the city she would be my new "contact" since she's turning 21. Anyways, congrats on 20 plus 1 years of life I'm glad I've been a part of at least one of them.

summer lovin

I officially hate what my summer has become. Why in this world would anyone think that it should be the natural corse of life to grow up and stop sitting around all day eating snacks, playing make-believe, going on quests around the farm armed with sticks as swords, and taking the occasional afternoon nap. I still take the naps but not as often as I'd like too. My point is I want to be a kid again knocking the bails off the top of the haystacks and watching them explode when they hit the ground. Also I'm pretty sure I need a girlfriend. I'm getting so messy that the voice in my head is starting to call me a grubby bum. And if not a girlfriend at least someone to tell me to clean my room, do my laundry, and wash my damn dishes once in a while. I still don't have a new computer and that makes me a sad panda.

A rare case

It took me 3 hours to drive from Queens to Brooklyn after work today. If I had taken the right roads it would've taken me about 45 minutes. What can I say? Driving and I have a love hate relationship. I did notice one interesting thing in those three hours though. I've diagnosed myself with a very rare case of dyslexia. You know the directions that are spray painted on the road like "Fire Lane" or "Cars Only", well when you drive over them its the first word followed by the other and you think any normal human being would just read it regularly cuz the first word they see is what they would read first. But not me my friends, I read it the opposite since your read top down from a book I read top down on the road thus I read "Fire Lane" as "Lane Fire" or "Xing School." Yep. I have dyslexia.

Comp Stomp

So friday after being all excited to get done with work and have my big birthday weekend I came home and started playing around on my computer. But my happiness was quickly estinguished when my computer decided to have a cataclysmic failure. The problem wasn't you run of the mill restart and fix problem this was some major shit. Apperently my hard drive is destroyed cuz it wouldn't even let me wipe the drive and reinstall windows. so now I am without a computer and wont be on everyday living my online life like I did before. At least not until I get a new desktop. Cuz I see this as a perfect excuse to get a desktop. Now if anyone wants to get a hold of me their gunna hafta give me a call. Piece out bitches I need to find ways to occupy my time without my awsome computer.

10 seconds

today I had the pleasure of working for a little bit on the roof of a 51 floor high rise in Manhattan. As I looked over the edge I wondered how long it would take to hit the bottom if you jumped. My guess was that it would take roughly 10 seconds, which, is not only enough time to reach terminal velocity (I'm not really sure but it sounds cool) but I figured in that 10 seconds that would give me enough time to vomit, piss and crap my pants at the same time, and finally accept the inevitable. If I ever did find myself falling 50 stories I'd have to turn around so I'd hit facing the sky. I just couldn't handle seeing the sidewalk right before I hit it. On the other hand If I did face the ground there's a chance I could direct myself to take out someone else with me. I think in 10 seconds I could pick a target. Also on my journey home I saw a couple things that I find disgusting.

-Chicks with bigger feet than me. Yes, I saw them and the were huge and gross

-People who's knees touch but their thighs don't. Mostly found in women but I'm sure I'd be just as disgusted seeing a guy with the same problem.

Birthdays in a few days and I already got myself a fat birthday cigar. Also I'm gunna go to the Airshow on Sunday. WaaHoo!!

Work is Hell

I think a large majority of any of the summer blogs I have the engery to do are gunna basically be me complaining about how much my job sucks ass. This jobs first problem: I have to start at 6:30 in the morning, so in ordert to get to work at this rediculous time I usually end up staying up all night after I've napped the rest of my day away. Now my schedule is awake from midnight to 7ish and passed out the other half.


here are the highlights from yesterday:

-first 6 hours of work spent riding shotgun as me and another guy drove to the bronx to dump scrap metal. The driver bought me breakfast too since I'm destitute.

-while riding, a bus went by with a advertisement for vacation in Istanbul so I got the They Might Be Giants song Istanbul (not Constantinople) stuck in my head for a little while

-since I don't have any money I didn't have lunch and spent my 30 minute break napping.

-spent the afternoon shoveling up broken concrete next to a fucking jackhammer. The noise almost made me vomit.

-stopped working at 4:30 and wasted 15 minutes before signing out so I could round up to 5:00


alright, thats done. basically my day was full of dynamic karma -Great job in the morning, ball busting job in the afternoon. On a lighter note I saw this enourmous black guy that was walking around with his own folding chair and the driver and I had a laugh talking about how maybe he needed a diet instead of a folding chair.

Blue Collar Man

When you have to wake up at 5:30 for work its a good bet that your days gunna suck. Mine was no exception. What started out good with seeing a hot chick jogging when I went to get coffee, and driving around Manhattan to a different job site took a pretty wicked turn when I found out I'd have to work with the one item in this world that I despise most of all. Fucking fiberglass insulation. I despise that shit so much I had to hold back a gag reflex when I first touched it. This was followed by about 2 hours of scrapping shit followed by another 2 hours of wiping glue off a wall. I LOVE WORKING. Pretty sure getting my ass pounded by a certain Mr. Hill would be less gay than today. The best part is that I get to do basically the same menial, sanity destroying labor tomorrow, and the next day, and all next week!!! Suck my balls capitalist america.

At least I'll sleep well since I'm so fucking exhausted. This is important for me when I have to wake up at 5:30 again. If god shines his grace on me it'll rain tomorrow and I don't have to go, which will give me an opportunity to register for classes finally.

Whitney hasn't been online for a while, and she's always online. Thinkin about giving her a call just to see if she's still got a pulse.

edit: also the guy I worked with called me James all day. And i've got a correction for the second paragraph. I'm not sleeping well. YAY! keeping fingers crossed for lots of rain.