Yesterday was the worst dayEVER! It kinda fit in with everything from thursday on, tho. Thursday AJ gets picked up on Antoinette on the way to my place to drop offa bag.
$350+ to bond out.
And i'm out 50$ and a bag for the weekend.
Fuckit, i thought, i've got a couple Trance Joints from easybongs, i'll try those out.
They suck, 10$ down the drain. They suck so hard that i only get a buzz from the lack of oxygen in every hit.
Friday, Sammy has the day off. I'm thinking watching Ong Bak, talking, doing somethingAnything! Instead the bastard stayed up 30+ hours playing Star Wars Galaxies, working, and finally waiting for his cheque to come in the mail. I got there at 5:00pm, he was so tired we just sat around, talking shit.
With David.
David's an extreme of me. If i were a full blown sociopath, David's what i'd be. There's something i admire about that.
We have more things in common than i'd like to admitmore things i even have with Sammy. I might have to start hanging out with him.
So Friday sucked in the boring dept.
Saturday rolls around and it's the three of us crammed in S's roomS playing Star Wars Galaxies, M sitting by his side, watching, me planted on the couch planning my escape.
I can be in Normal by eleven, i think.
Fuckit.
Sunday rolls around. Saturday morning i buy a tripple Whopper and take three bites before i'm full. I sit it on the couch next to me and grab the Everclear and a can o' Hawaiian Punch. Two hours later i'm a hungry paraplegic, and that Whopper's lookin mighty fine.
830am rolls around and i havent been asleep. I call in, go back to sleep. 45$ down the drain.
So Monday. I'm late getting to work because i have to pick up AJ, and he wants me to run all over the south side of P-Town.
I do it because i was the reason he got busted.
I get chewed out for being late and for missing Sunday. Trish doesnt come in, i have to do 55% of her work for 10% of her pay. Cynthia doesnt come in, i have to pick up 25 more percent of Trish's stuff, then another 25% of Cynthia's. My cut of the absent pay goes up to 20%. I'm pissed. I've been sobre for 48 hours and it's getting to me.
I'm told that Chuckles, my ex boss, wont give me the full time position because my hair is long and i dress funny.
I'm not shitting you, this is what he said. It's like, i've been there for four fucking years, i've conformed very much in that four years. Chuck has been with the company for five years. His prior job was lost because he SEXUALLY HARASSED a woman.
At his current post, he's been accused of sexual harassment 3 times. He used to get blown by this chick named Lender in one of the offices on the first floor.
But i'm a threat because i have long hair and wear pink socks.
Chuck's a supervisor after playing grab-ass, but i'm still a grunt because i have long hair.
I get pissed. I think about quitting. I think about walking out immediately. I think about filing a discrimination suit.
I say fuckit and drop 25$ on AJ, tell him to hit me tomorrow (today) when i pick him up.
I feel ducky already.
J and i stay working 2 hours after it's clock-out time.
At home the net's down.
I shave my head.
I smoke the rest of a trance joint and watch Celebrity Poker, Neil Patrick Harris wins.
I go to sleep with a smile on my face.
So today. I wake up and only feel moderately nauseous. I look in the mirror and realize i can rock a inch fauxhawk. I think, if conformity isnt a fauxhawk, i dunno what is. I throw on my Vaginas Are Weird shirt, put on my preppiest button-up, and button up the two buttons to hide the slogan.
AJ rings me at 440, says to meet him on Wiswall and Western, i do. He gives me a fifty bag, says the extra is compensation for Thursday.
And all this time i'm thinking i fucked up. Heh.
He says i look completely differentinna good way. We talk the rest of the way to workthis is the most/deepest we spoken ever.
5 more complements before i walk in the door. I remember why i had long hair in the first place.
I'm thinking, slipping by is a lot easier when no one can see your face.
Around 6, Michelle comes down and tells me i'm late for a meeting. I grab my coffee and head to 2. Chuck's there. He congratulates me on my hair and outfitthank you, fauxhawk. The meeting lasts an hour, within the first ten minutes Chuck gushes about my turn around. He says, Les represents what PHD is. I'm thinking if PHD's looking for a few good poseurs, i could hook em up.
At 7 J tells me that i got the full-time gigi start the 20th.
Thank you, Fauxhawk.
My cat is sleeping in a red umbrella on the floor.
I am the god of all that rocks.
Yes.
$350+ to bond out.
And i'm out 50$ and a bag for the weekend.
Fuckit, i thought, i've got a couple Trance Joints from easybongs, i'll try those out.
They suck, 10$ down the drain. They suck so hard that i only get a buzz from the lack of oxygen in every hit.
Friday, Sammy has the day off. I'm thinking watching Ong Bak, talking, doing somethingAnything! Instead the bastard stayed up 30+ hours playing Star Wars Galaxies, working, and finally waiting for his cheque to come in the mail. I got there at 5:00pm, he was so tired we just sat around, talking shit.
With David.
David's an extreme of me. If i were a full blown sociopath, David's what i'd be. There's something i admire about that.
We have more things in common than i'd like to admitmore things i even have with Sammy. I might have to start hanging out with him.
So Friday sucked in the boring dept.
Saturday rolls around and it's the three of us crammed in S's roomS playing Star Wars Galaxies, M sitting by his side, watching, me planted on the couch planning my escape.
I can be in Normal by eleven, i think.
Fuckit.
Sunday rolls around. Saturday morning i buy a tripple Whopper and take three bites before i'm full. I sit it on the couch next to me and grab the Everclear and a can o' Hawaiian Punch. Two hours later i'm a hungry paraplegic, and that Whopper's lookin mighty fine.
830am rolls around and i havent been asleep. I call in, go back to sleep. 45$ down the drain.
So Monday. I'm late getting to work because i have to pick up AJ, and he wants me to run all over the south side of P-Town.
I do it because i was the reason he got busted.
I get chewed out for being late and for missing Sunday. Trish doesnt come in, i have to do 55% of her work for 10% of her pay. Cynthia doesnt come in, i have to pick up 25 more percent of Trish's stuff, then another 25% of Cynthia's. My cut of the absent pay goes up to 20%. I'm pissed. I've been sobre for 48 hours and it's getting to me.
I'm told that Chuckles, my ex boss, wont give me the full time position because my hair is long and i dress funny.
I'm not shitting you, this is what he said. It's like, i've been there for four fucking years, i've conformed very much in that four years. Chuck has been with the company for five years. His prior job was lost because he SEXUALLY HARASSED a woman.
At his current post, he's been accused of sexual harassment 3 times. He used to get blown by this chick named Lender in one of the offices on the first floor.
But i'm a threat because i have long hair and wear pink socks.
Chuck's a supervisor after playing grab-ass, but i'm still a grunt because i have long hair.
I get pissed. I think about quitting. I think about walking out immediately. I think about filing a discrimination suit.
I say fuckit and drop 25$ on AJ, tell him to hit me tomorrow (today) when i pick him up.
I feel ducky already.
J and i stay working 2 hours after it's clock-out time.
At home the net's down.
I shave my head.
I smoke the rest of a trance joint and watch Celebrity Poker, Neil Patrick Harris wins.
I go to sleep with a smile on my face.
So today. I wake up and only feel moderately nauseous. I look in the mirror and realize i can rock a inch fauxhawk. I think, if conformity isnt a fauxhawk, i dunno what is. I throw on my Vaginas Are Weird shirt, put on my preppiest button-up, and button up the two buttons to hide the slogan.
AJ rings me at 440, says to meet him on Wiswall and Western, i do. He gives me a fifty bag, says the extra is compensation for Thursday.
And all this time i'm thinking i fucked up. Heh.
He says i look completely differentinna good way. We talk the rest of the way to workthis is the most/deepest we spoken ever.
5 more complements before i walk in the door. I remember why i had long hair in the first place.
I'm thinking, slipping by is a lot easier when no one can see your face.
Around 6, Michelle comes down and tells me i'm late for a meeting. I grab my coffee and head to 2. Chuck's there. He congratulates me on my hair and outfitthank you, fauxhawk. The meeting lasts an hour, within the first ten minutes Chuck gushes about my turn around. He says, Les represents what PHD is. I'm thinking if PHD's looking for a few good poseurs, i could hook em up.
At 7 J tells me that i got the full-time gigi start the 20th.
Thank you, Fauxhawk.
My cat is sleeping in a red umbrella on the floor.
I am the god of all that rocks.
Yes.
slackerinchief:
Your name rocks
