So I went to my grandma's today. Brian and I did 4 1/2 hours of lawn work. Mowing and weed whacking. It was scorching outside, but we got paid in meatballs and knowing that we helped our grandparents...
But that is not the issue of today. The issue of today is this fucking town and the fucking little bastard ass punks that think they run it...
Last night my friend Seth was chillin with his girl outside of his house.
Some punk kids started throwing shit on his lawn, so Seth said something to them. They started talking shit so Seth said "Why don't you get out of the car and say that..."
Well they did.
2 on 1, for a while, and then the third jumped in for some cheap shots.
He's now in the hospital with a reaaranged face, broken shin, dislocated foot...and stitches.
They picked the wrong kid to fuck with...
as of now, Jen Street, Nate, Eric, Tim, Kevin, Gary, Mike, Andy and myself...are all out for blood if we get names on these mother fuckers.
To top it off, another of Eric's friends and an aquaintance of mine, Art, got jumped and got his SKULL cracked right down the road from my house.
He's in a coma in Hartford Hospital and they say they doubt he will make it.
This fucking town is becoming a hellhole. I need to leave...
and I am serious this time. I just want to leave...
When you can't feel safe in a town you've spent 23 years living in...
it's time to find a new town.
Anyone care to join me?
The really horrible part about Seth is he is such a passive, peaceful guy...and the ONE time he says something...he ends up in the hospital.
Fucking sucks...
-KOS
But that is not the issue of today. The issue of today is this fucking town and the fucking little bastard ass punks that think they run it...
Last night my friend Seth was chillin with his girl outside of his house.
Some punk kids started throwing shit on his lawn, so Seth said something to them. They started talking shit so Seth said "Why don't you get out of the car and say that..."
Well they did.
2 on 1, for a while, and then the third jumped in for some cheap shots.
He's now in the hospital with a reaaranged face, broken shin, dislocated foot...and stitches.
They picked the wrong kid to fuck with...
as of now, Jen Street, Nate, Eric, Tim, Kevin, Gary, Mike, Andy and myself...are all out for blood if we get names on these mother fuckers.
To top it off, another of Eric's friends and an aquaintance of mine, Art, got jumped and got his SKULL cracked right down the road from my house.
He's in a coma in Hartford Hospital and they say they doubt he will make it.
This fucking town is becoming a hellhole. I need to leave...
and I am serious this time. I just want to leave...
When you can't feel safe in a town you've spent 23 years living in...
it's time to find a new town.
Anyone care to join me?
The really horrible part about Seth is he is such a passive, peaceful guy...and the ONE time he says something...he ends up in the hospital.
Fucking sucks...
-KOS
To all the Suicidegirls on my friend's list:
Some of you may have noticed that my favorites change on a weekly basis.
Seeing as there are so many of you that I think are awesome and amazing, I am trying to give everyone a fair turn on my favorites list.
If I remove you for somone else, it doesn't mean that I like you any less. I am just being fair
You all rock!
-KOS
Some of you may have noticed that my favorites change on a weekly basis.
Seeing as there are so many of you that I think are awesome and amazing, I am trying to give everyone a fair turn on my favorites list.
If I remove you for somone else, it doesn't mean that I like you any less. I am just being fair
You all rock!
-KOS
Today I slept until 4:30. Mom called and asked if I wanted to go fishing.
I got up, showered, and went fishing.
I caught a decent sized trout, a BIG trout, and a little crappy fish.
My brother caught a buttload of tiny little shit fish, and a snapping turtle...that let go of the line right before he got it to land.
It was pretty hefty. About 10 inches across.
We were fishing off the bridge at Mad River, and he caught a shiner. So he took it, and threw it over the other side...
it sailed through the air and landed "SHLOOP"...in the mud. It was hilarious.
He also found out that 3 inch panfish skip really well. Haha.
All in all, not a bad night. I took mine home, gutted them and put them in the freezer for later.
The bullshit at work is becoming retarded.
Karen told me she wasn't quitting, but she wanted some changes.
Now the schedule reads that I have 56 hours a week for the next 4 weeks...
while Tim, Sarah, Jenn and Cora are all arguing over the 8-4 and 4-12 shifts.
(They're not really arguing, but ALL FOUR of them are scheduled in those two shifts)
Yeah...that seems fair.
You know what sucks? Cora and Jenn can only work certain shifts because of another job. Sarah can only work 8-4 because of Kyla (2 year old).
Tim can work whatever, but he doesn't want to.
He needs to fucking hire some people with FLEXABILITY!
It's not like our job is hard. Yes, occasionally it can be stressful due to dealing with the public, but dammit...I could train a MONKEY to do this job.
FUCK, Tim and I ARE like trained monkeys.
And now apparently Sanjay is just dishing out raises to get people to stay.
He's offering Jenn a big raise, and maybe Karen another raise. Don't get me wrong, I think people deserve raises for working hard etc...BUT I HAD TO FUCKING FIGHT TO GET MY RAISE!!!!
And now he is just handing them out. WHAT THE FUCK?
I've worked here almost 8 months now. Know how many times I've called out? ONCE!
And it was for a damn good reason too. I had Bronchitis and could hardly walk from lack of food.
Jenn has called in hungover. That is fucking bullshit.
ARGH!!!!!
And I still have to clean up after the fucking poker players tonight...fucking slobs.
Ok...I've vented. I feel a little better.
That's about it for this entry.
-KOS
I got up, showered, and went fishing.
I caught a decent sized trout, a BIG trout, and a little crappy fish.
My brother caught a buttload of tiny little shit fish, and a snapping turtle...that let go of the line right before he got it to land.
It was pretty hefty. About 10 inches across.
We were fishing off the bridge at Mad River, and he caught a shiner. So he took it, and threw it over the other side...
it sailed through the air and landed "SHLOOP"...in the mud. It was hilarious.
He also found out that 3 inch panfish skip really well. Haha.
All in all, not a bad night. I took mine home, gutted them and put them in the freezer for later.
The bullshit at work is becoming retarded.
Karen told me she wasn't quitting, but she wanted some changes.
Now the schedule reads that I have 56 hours a week for the next 4 weeks...
while Tim, Sarah, Jenn and Cora are all arguing over the 8-4 and 4-12 shifts.
(They're not really arguing, but ALL FOUR of them are scheduled in those two shifts)
Yeah...that seems fair.
You know what sucks? Cora and Jenn can only work certain shifts because of another job. Sarah can only work 8-4 because of Kyla (2 year old).
Tim can work whatever, but he doesn't want to.
He needs to fucking hire some people with FLEXABILITY!
It's not like our job is hard. Yes, occasionally it can be stressful due to dealing with the public, but dammit...I could train a MONKEY to do this job.
FUCK, Tim and I ARE like trained monkeys.
And now apparently Sanjay is just dishing out raises to get people to stay.
He's offering Jenn a big raise, and maybe Karen another raise. Don't get me wrong, I think people deserve raises for working hard etc...BUT I HAD TO FUCKING FIGHT TO GET MY RAISE!!!!
And now he is just handing them out. WHAT THE FUCK?
I've worked here almost 8 months now. Know how many times I've called out? ONCE!
And it was for a damn good reason too. I had Bronchitis and could hardly walk from lack of food.
Jenn has called in hungover. That is fucking bullshit.
ARGH!!!!!
And I still have to clean up after the fucking poker players tonight...fucking slobs.
Ok...I've vented. I feel a little better.
That's about it for this entry.
-KOS
Chris asked me today about what's going on in August with the apartment. I told him I really didn't know. He suggested he move in when I kick out the squatters.
I like this idea.
I never really minded living with Chris. He's uber-responsible too, so I never have to worry about rent and bills getting paid.
Getting Andy to move out will be simple. Tell him I want NO drugs anywhere in or around my apartment or he has to leave, and he'll leave.
That simple.
I feel kinda bad booting Mike out, since I think he is pretty cool, but without a job, he plays no part other than squatter.
Chris and I could turn that place into a total pimp palace.
Get a sweet fish tank like we had in the old place, only bigger and better.
I may ask him if he wants to go into the snake business as partners. That would be cool.
We'll see what happens, but I am totally for the idea.
The kitten has calmed down alot, started going in the box every time, and likes to play quite a bit. The only downfall is that he wakes me up alot. Haha.
It's ok though. He's cute, so he can get away with it.
That's about it.
-KOS
I like this idea.
I never really minded living with Chris. He's uber-responsible too, so I never have to worry about rent and bills getting paid.
Getting Andy to move out will be simple. Tell him I want NO drugs anywhere in or around my apartment or he has to leave, and he'll leave.
That simple.
I feel kinda bad booting Mike out, since I think he is pretty cool, but without a job, he plays no part other than squatter.
Chris and I could turn that place into a total pimp palace.
Get a sweet fish tank like we had in the old place, only bigger and better.
I may ask him if he wants to go into the snake business as partners. That would be cool.
We'll see what happens, but I am totally for the idea.
The kitten has calmed down alot, started going in the box every time, and likes to play quite a bit. The only downfall is that he wakes me up alot. Haha.
It's ok though. He's cute, so he can get away with it.
That's about it.
-KOS
Tim said I could keep the kitten, that way he can visit it anytime he wants. I like that decision. He started pooing in the litter box on his own, so I let him out to romp around in my room. He really does hate being in that 35 gallon tub, and I can't say I blame him. I felt bad every time I put him in it, but I didn't want him pooing everywhere, and knowing me I'd roll over on the little guy when I was asleep...and that...would be bad.
Things seem to be mellowing out at work. Karen isn't quitting...she just wants some MAJOR changes made. I agree totally with what she is upset about. Half the time the 8-4 or 4-12 shifts don't do things they are supposed to do, and we get stuck doing them. (Like half-ass cleaning the breakfast room, or leaving notes when something isn't working right). It's bullshit and it needs to change. At least I won't be working 7 days a week. I am working Saturday night. Another 8 hours over time, but that is ok with me. I could use the money. Eddie and the kitten need their shots, and Eddie needs to get fixed soon, so that will be a chunk of money.
That's about it for now.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENNA!!
-KOS
Things seem to be mellowing out at work. Karen isn't quitting...she just wants some MAJOR changes made. I agree totally with what she is upset about. Half the time the 8-4 or 4-12 shifts don't do things they are supposed to do, and we get stuck doing them. (Like half-ass cleaning the breakfast room, or leaving notes when something isn't working right). It's bullshit and it needs to change. At least I won't be working 7 days a week. I am working Saturday night. Another 8 hours over time, but that is ok with me. I could use the money. Eddie and the kitten need their shots, and Eddie needs to get fixed soon, so that will be a chunk of money.
That's about it for now.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENNA!!
-KOS
No verdict so far on the kitten. It may turn into a custody battle.
Tim might want to keep him, but it was me who bought him food, formula, his 35 gallon tub to sleep in, a litter box and a collar, and it's me who will most likely end up taking him to the vet to get him checked.
Until Tim hands over the money it cost me for that stuff, he's mine.
The little focker climbed up next to me while I was napping today...
I look over and go "hey kitten"
and he takes a fucking dump right next to me.
Little bastard. Haha.
If it wasn't for his natural defense of being an adorable little fluffball I would've wanted to kill him. Haha.
Went to Jenna's party. It was fun.
There is SOMETHING in her basement (of the supernatural persuassion)
Chris went down there and went to take a pic and his camera FROZE. This is a NICE camera, and when he got back upstairs, it worked fine.
So I went down there with him and we went to go into a seperate room and his MILLION CANDLE POWER flashlight which has a built in LED battery, turned off.
Once we stepped away from that room, it came back on just fine.
Fucking freaked me out. I came back upstairs and I had a headache from the energy down there.
Something I want to play with haha.
The work situation isn't getting any better. Karen quit, Jen is leaving soon, Sarah is looking for another job...
That leaves Tim and I.
That is not going to work...
and I am not working any other shift but midnight-8.
Overtime is not mandatory in this job, so fuck 'em if they try to call me in for anything else.
I'll stick around and milk the overtime for as long as my sanity holds up, and that's it. Stockpile some cash...but if this job gets insanely stressful, I am GONE.
The reason I like this job is the lack of stress.
Well, that's about it.
-KOS
-Added- I watched a show on the top 20 supervillains of all time, and Darth Vader ranked NUMBER ONE! REPRESENT!!!
Joker was number 2. HELL YEAH! Joker is fucking badass.
That is all
-KOS
Tim might want to keep him, but it was me who bought him food, formula, his 35 gallon tub to sleep in, a litter box and a collar, and it's me who will most likely end up taking him to the vet to get him checked.
Until Tim hands over the money it cost me for that stuff, he's mine.
The little focker climbed up next to me while I was napping today...
I look over and go "hey kitten"
and he takes a fucking dump right next to me.
Little bastard. Haha.
If it wasn't for his natural defense of being an adorable little fluffball I would've wanted to kill him. Haha.
Went to Jenna's party. It was fun.
There is SOMETHING in her basement (of the supernatural persuassion)
Chris went down there and went to take a pic and his camera FROZE. This is a NICE camera, and when he got back upstairs, it worked fine.
So I went down there with him and we went to go into a seperate room and his MILLION CANDLE POWER flashlight which has a built in LED battery, turned off.
Once we stepped away from that room, it came back on just fine.
Fucking freaked me out. I came back upstairs and I had a headache from the energy down there.
Something I want to play with haha.
The work situation isn't getting any better. Karen quit, Jen is leaving soon, Sarah is looking for another job...
That leaves Tim and I.
That is not going to work...
and I am not working any other shift but midnight-8.
Overtime is not mandatory in this job, so fuck 'em if they try to call me in for anything else.
I'll stick around and milk the overtime for as long as my sanity holds up, and that's it. Stockpile some cash...but if this job gets insanely stressful, I am GONE.
The reason I like this job is the lack of stress.
Well, that's about it.
-KOS
-Added- I watched a show on the top 20 supervillains of all time, and Darth Vader ranked NUMBER ONE! REPRESENT!!!
Joker was number 2. HELL YEAH! Joker is fucking badass.
That is all
-KOS
So Tim busts into my room this morning and says "Hey Luke..."
I grumble "what?"
"What do I do with a stray cat?"
Now my first reaction is a cat cat.
No.
He's holding a little grey fluffy kitten.
Right now he is running around my room with a bell collar on. Tim doesn't know if he wants to keep it. If he doesn't, I want to. He's cute.
Eddie seems to like him.
I don't know how old he is, so right now he has kitten formula on one side of the bowl, and kitten hard food on the other.
He'll pick which one he wants.
It's a boy.
Balls and all.
Just what I need, another cat. Haha.
I know I know, I don't HAVE to keep him, but letting me take care of him means I will get attached and that will be it.
He's skittish...but I can't blame him. He's young. Probably 5-6 weeks old.
He's had an eventful day too. Car ride, bath, being in a 35 gallon rubbermaid tub (his night home, and home when I am at work, until he is box trained)
Hopefully I can get him to eat.
I'll keep everyone updated.
-KOS
I grumble "what?"
"What do I do with a stray cat?"
Now my first reaction is a cat cat.
No.
He's holding a little grey fluffy kitten.
Right now he is running around my room with a bell collar on. Tim doesn't know if he wants to keep it. If he doesn't, I want to. He's cute.
Eddie seems to like him.
I don't know how old he is, so right now he has kitten formula on one side of the bowl, and kitten hard food on the other.
He'll pick which one he wants.
It's a boy.
Balls and all.
Just what I need, another cat. Haha.
I know I know, I don't HAVE to keep him, but letting me take care of him means I will get attached and that will be it.
He's skittish...but I can't blame him. He's young. Probably 5-6 weeks old.
He's had an eventful day too. Car ride, bath, being in a 35 gallon rubbermaid tub (his night home, and home when I am at work, until he is box trained)
Hopefully I can get him to eat.
I'll keep everyone updated.
-KOS
Life keeps getting better and better. (sarcasm)
I just got home from Erin's house.
We went to see "Longest Yard". It was hilarious.
Then we went back to his place and watched "Team America" (I bought that and the new System of a Down cd)
It was...wrong. The puppet sex scene scarred me for life...
Anyway, so I get home and the phone is ringing.
It's Karen from work. She leaves a message saying she is quitting tomorrow morning.
Leaving me as the only 3rd shift person now...
I am not working 3rd shift 7 days a week. Granted the paycheck would be nice, and I may be able to handle it for a month or so...but I will lose my shit.
The real pisser is that means they will want me to work tomorrow night.
I planned on spending the day with Zefer all day, and then hitting Jenna's birthday party after Chris gets out of work.
He gets out at 10...meaning we won't be there until like 11.
That doesn't work.
Maybe I'll ask Karen if she can work ONE more day before quitting.
Maybe if I beg.
Or just don't answer the phone when they call to call me in.
What are they going to do? Fire me?
I don't think that is an option.
Fucking hell. So now I have the uncertainty of the next few months compounded with insane hours at work...
Ugh.
-KOS
-Added after thinking-
Fuck it. Next week's paycheck will cover next months bills (all of them)
If I end up having to quit, whatever. I'll be covered for a month.
It's not like my pets need food every day. They can live MONTHS without food. (I love snakes)
So if worse comes to worse, I end up quitting and I find another job.
Everything will be fine.
-KOS
I just got home from Erin's house.
We went to see "Longest Yard". It was hilarious.
Then we went back to his place and watched "Team America" (I bought that and the new System of a Down cd)
It was...wrong. The puppet sex scene scarred me for life...
Anyway, so I get home and the phone is ringing.
It's Karen from work. She leaves a message saying she is quitting tomorrow morning.
Leaving me as the only 3rd shift person now...
I am not working 3rd shift 7 days a week. Granted the paycheck would be nice, and I may be able to handle it for a month or so...but I will lose my shit.
The real pisser is that means they will want me to work tomorrow night.
I planned on spending the day with Zefer all day, and then hitting Jenna's birthday party after Chris gets out of work.
He gets out at 10...meaning we won't be there until like 11.
That doesn't work.
Maybe I'll ask Karen if she can work ONE more day before quitting.
Maybe if I beg.
Or just don't answer the phone when they call to call me in.
What are they going to do? Fire me?
I don't think that is an option.
Fucking hell. So now I have the uncertainty of the next few months compounded with insane hours at work...
Ugh.
-KOS
-Added after thinking-
Fuck it. Next week's paycheck will cover next months bills (all of them)
If I end up having to quit, whatever. I'll be covered for a month.
It's not like my pets need food every day. They can live MONTHS without food. (I love snakes)
So if worse comes to worse, I end up quitting and I find another job.
Everything will be fine.
-KOS
I absolutely hate uncertainty...
Ok, so in August Kevin's dad (our landlord) is moving in with his fiance. Kevin is going to move downstairs to the first floor and take over management of the building.
That leaves Tim, Andy, Mike and myself on the second floor. The third floor is open, and now Tim wants to take that for himself.
That leaves Andy, Mike and myself on the second floor.
I REALLY don't want to live with Andy. He agitates the shit out of me, and all he does is sit around smoking pot.
That shit is NOT going on in my apartment. The last thing I need is to be in my room chillin and have some fucking cops bust in and question me about drugs and shit. EVERYONE who knows me knows I have not touched an illegal drug in my life, and that I have NO desire to do so.
I could handle living with Mike if he got a job and I knew for a fact that he would give me the money for the bills. I am not dealing with unpaying room mates again. That shit is NOT cool.
So here I am, sitting here waiting to see what happens in August. I know I can't afford the place alone, ESPECIALLY in winter.
Plus, what would I do with all that space?
I suppose I could handle living with Andy if he had his own room and he did all his smoking (cigarettes and other) in his room with doors closed...but only if I couldn't find someone else to move in, and I am pretty sure Chris wants to move out of his parent's basement.
If the lease goes into my name, anyone without a job has ONE MONTH to get a job or they are gone. I don't care where they go...as long as it is out.
Call it heartless, whatever.
I suppose we'll see what happens.
I guess I should spend the next two months paying off all my debts, so that if I end up by myself in the place, I won't have to worry about old debts.
Or I could save up for a few months and just LEAVE Connecticut...
and go somewhere else...
-KOS
Ok, so in August Kevin's dad (our landlord) is moving in with his fiance. Kevin is going to move downstairs to the first floor and take over management of the building.
That leaves Tim, Andy, Mike and myself on the second floor. The third floor is open, and now Tim wants to take that for himself.
That leaves Andy, Mike and myself on the second floor.
I REALLY don't want to live with Andy. He agitates the shit out of me, and all he does is sit around smoking pot.
That shit is NOT going on in my apartment. The last thing I need is to be in my room chillin and have some fucking cops bust in and question me about drugs and shit. EVERYONE who knows me knows I have not touched an illegal drug in my life, and that I have NO desire to do so.
I could handle living with Mike if he got a job and I knew for a fact that he would give me the money for the bills. I am not dealing with unpaying room mates again. That shit is NOT cool.
So here I am, sitting here waiting to see what happens in August. I know I can't afford the place alone, ESPECIALLY in winter.
Plus, what would I do with all that space?
I suppose I could handle living with Andy if he had his own room and he did all his smoking (cigarettes and other) in his room with doors closed...but only if I couldn't find someone else to move in, and I am pretty sure Chris wants to move out of his parent's basement.
If the lease goes into my name, anyone without a job has ONE MONTH to get a job or they are gone. I don't care where they go...as long as it is out.
Call it heartless, whatever.
I suppose we'll see what happens.
I guess I should spend the next two months paying off all my debts, so that if I end up by myself in the place, I won't have to worry about old debts.
Or I could save up for a few months and just LEAVE Connecticut...
and go somewhere else...
-KOS
