So today I played Chess with Fat 'n Chatty today for a total of 5 1/2 hours!

While I was supposed to be training the "special" guard.

Then the labor board called and told me...

That the Security Company that owes me money has paid them the money they owe me. . . I'm giggling and going nuts, I get my money without even having to drive to Santa Barbara. . . Then she says yes I got the whole $70.00. . .

Wha...........?

They owe me almost $3k. . . Whats going on?

She says that Company A sold company A to company B. Company A is dissolving in a matter of days and has all of a couple hundred dollars in their account. So they can't bleed a rock and Company B didn't take money from my check for the Uniform amount so they can't go after them.

So I stew half the shift. . . Bitching and pissing and moaning. . .

Then.

I asked Fat 'n Chatty. . .

"Weren't you hired under company A too?"

-"Yes"

"Didn't you get your Uniform deposit?"

-"Yes"

"Can you get me them pay stubs?"

-"Yes"

I call the labor tards. . . told them that the other company took responsibility for other guards deposits, does this give me a leg to stand on?

"YES"

Why did I have to work that hard? Couldn't they have found this paper trail?

I hate people.

So new court date COMING SOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have a good feeling about today. I've been seeing signs all over the place about something good coming my way. *does the happy dance*

I've been watching the shit outta Scrubs. I really dig this show. I would say I missed out now watching it from the first air dates but honestly. I have them all to watch without season breaks now. So I luck out.

I'm at work watching Dexter Season 3. I'm greatly enjoying it as well. Yay me.

A guard I was supposed to train Monday never showed, and again today, no show. I don't feel like training so this as well works out.

Good week. . .

So its Friday. Last day of the work week for me.

SWEET!!!

I'm gonna try and see Inglourious Basterds tongiht!!!

If not then tomorrow. . .

So.

Tonight I got a date. . . She says I wanna come over to your house. I need to get laid. . .

Sounds promising. . .

I hope for the best. . .

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Pipe dreams.

I've been keeping a dream log. . .

I never realized how fucked up my dreams were till now.

Last night I dreamed of my friends sister coming to the front porch of my old house in a G-string like outfit. Something so small I would have called in floss. . . She came to the front porch where I was sitting she was in this outfit that only held her breasts up and maybe covered like 1% of her body. . .

Well the rest gets graphic. . .

It was a nice dream. . .

Is it wrong I'm thinking of going to see my friend now for like the first time in 6 months?

Quick update...

I found what she was wearing. . . or at least something very close. It was black in my dream.

POST RANDOM COMPLAINT FOLLOWED BY STRANGE STORY OF LIFE EXPERIENCE. . .

So, I had my bosses go nuts. They started on and on about the guards knows how to make an incident report. They started on and on about if I know about some training check sheet.

I look into this with about a half a glance and come to find out the nit wit who runs the post next door had a guard fuck up big. There was a brake in and vandalism in the compound he runs and they are all breathing down my neck cause his guards are fuck ups.

I went into my storage office to pay the bill for the month and the dude behind the counter hits me with a pyramid scene on a weight loss drug company thats "Working Miracles!" I smile and nod and take the card. He tells me I'm a nice guy and he'd like me to make it rich with him. I smile and nod and leave. Honestly, I guess someone must make money on these things. I just don't see me being the guy.

I've got a lot of ideas for my novel rattling around in my head. I need to focus on that. I'm debating on sitting down and reading me work already written and correcting the parts I'm not happy with. Although putting the ideas down while they're there is more than likely the better idea.

One of my residents have been asking me to fix his daughters computer for the last month or so. The subject dropped for awhile. The day before he brought it back and and told me that he would drop it off with me today after he drops his daughter off at school. All I need to do is back up a bunch of Itunes shit wipe the OS and install it again. Yay. I told him I would do it for $150.00. I dunno if I'm high or low balling it or not. But I thought it sounds fare. I could use the extra cash.

I think I should get to work on writing at home. . . Or maybe use the work computer, this laptop doesn't really work for me typing.

I know I know, excuses excuses.

So, good news. The Franchise Tax Board has a decent person person working for them after all.

I call the Collections office, oh yeah they hit me with a final notice for collection $1,000.00, I tell 'em my story he tells me. "Do you have the notice from the IRS?" I tell I do. "Can you fax it to me?" Sure. "Ok fax it to me and well close this matter." Gods bless you Sir, Nelson you are my savior!

So this matter should be closed. Gods willing.

So, the two girls I was seeing are basically finally done with my shit. Angie started seeing someone else, seeing as we were only dating I guess you know, whatever. Although she is still trying to come by with this new dude. I find that annoying, not that I care that shes seeing this guy, more the fact that shes coming to where I live with him trying to bug me, bugs me. If you get what I'm saying. Serves me right to date my friends wife's sister. Nothing good could have come from this.

Tina, I basically want nothing to do with unless its on my terms. So this makes it difficult to have anything to do with each other. Aww fuck it, who needs company right now.

My friend and I sat down and brain stormed a few ideas, writing wise. Spent most of the night laughing my ass off.

I have a flurry of ideas book wise that I just can't seem to get on paper.

The frustration at home continues but honestly I'm just tired of talking about it.