So there's this numbskulled moron at work who thinks his part of the company is more important than any other part, who wants to build a dividing wall in the office. That's no big deal. He calls me up because I've kinda become the major handyman/mr fix-it around these parts. I went into the office today only to find out that he wants a 10 foot tall full wall to run the full 17 foot length of the room. Sure, that's fine, but that's not the little project I thought it was.
I signed on to be a tourguide, and now I've been working 8-10 hour days at the busyard fixing up this old british doubledecker. It's good because I'm working, but I should be getting more than $10 an hour for it. The three of us who've been doing it are going to ask for either backpay or a bonus or something.
But okay, so I'm a bus restorer and a tourguide. I'm not a wall framer or a drywall guy. So if I'm going to do this, I'm going to get paid more than $10 an hour, at least $20. Which is good because then I'll get paid a lot more, or I won't have to do it. Either way... win for me.
This weekend my mom and my aunt Fran come to town. The world in which I have just become comfortable is about to collide into the world in which I am not. Quick! Hide the bong!
I signed on to be a tourguide, and now I've been working 8-10 hour days at the busyard fixing up this old british doubledecker. It's good because I'm working, but I should be getting more than $10 an hour for it. The three of us who've been doing it are going to ask for either backpay or a bonus or something.
But okay, so I'm a bus restorer and a tourguide. I'm not a wall framer or a drywall guy. So if I'm going to do this, I'm going to get paid more than $10 an hour, at least $20. Which is good because then I'll get paid a lot more, or I won't have to do it. Either way... win for me.
This weekend my mom and my aunt Fran come to town. The world in which I have just become comfortable is about to collide into the world in which I am not. Quick! Hide the bong!
Alex asked me when you're coming to MI. So?
She's creeping with vining fingers into the hearts of the carneys little by little. She is, of course, too young to be exposed to the more corrupt side of their lifestyle as yet, but she likes Art a lot, so she'll toughen up pretty quick I reckon. She told me that you counseled her not to do anything Art does, ever. Wise plan.
Why am I writing this in your journal & not in an email? I have no idea.
I'm not sure if you've read, but Andreas & I are running a fight club this year at BM. If you've got any input, feel free to input it... in.
Must go, training very very hard, must rest.
MrM.
ps. - that "Stats" thing is pretty damn funny!
but what a fantastic name and profile picture.
i think we've found the people's new hero