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Today |
.Tomorrow's the big day. Finally, I get paid for both of the jobs I've been working. After tomorrow, I'll be able to tell if all this work is really worth the payoff. It'll definitely be more money than I'm used to, but I won't be exactly rolling in it. I'm not good at budgeting money, but I'm better than I used to be. During my first couple of years at Cal Poly I used to overdraw my checking account without a second glance. If the ATM was willing to accept my card and produce the cash, then I was all about taking advantage of the ATM's stupidity. Then I became all too familiar with the accursed "overdraft charge" that accompanies the blatant abuse of ignorant cash machines. With the coming of the paychecks, I'm going to make a concentrated effort to budget my money. As it is with hookers, moderation is the key. Being able to balance my wants and needs is crucial. I should write this stuff down. The weather today in SLO was absolutely perfect. Our area wisely choose to forego the usual morning marine layer. Clear skies greeted me when I walked out the door. Usually this means the heat is damn near unbearable during the day, but a nice breeze kept the city at a moderate temperature. I went into work in an unusually good mood. Naturally, to sustain my good mood, I would have to do as little work as possible. I'm proud to say that I not only accomplished this goal, I exceeded it. I did absolutely nothing at work today. After a day long sabbatical, my boss Nestor returned to work. Nestor's a great guy. He's a Spanish-Pilipino, ex-Navy man who's been working maintenance at Cal Poly for about four years. He gets things done because he's the guy who sees the big picture. Nestor can't tell a joke though. He's one of those guys who'll get half way into a joke, but start cracking up before delivering the punch-line. He laughs, everyone else is confused. I think the only reason Nestor showed at work today was because he needed someone to take him to pick up his van at the auto mechanics. Luckily, that person turned out to be me. That took about one and a half hours out of my day. Nice. I can't even remember what happened during the rest of my shift. Apparently it wasn't much, or it couldn't have been important. Lunch was in there somewhere. That took about an hour. I had quiche. Some say real men don't eat quiche. Know what I say to them? "Quiche rules. Fuck off."
I think my co-worker Rich has a non-sexual, plutonic crush on Nestor. I asked him about it at lunch today. He blushed and got real quiet. Today was a swim day. That went well, I guess. Whatever. Can you tell I'm getting pretty sleepy? The billiards industry took away five hours of my life tonight. Tonight's job was in Atascadero, or "Whitetrashcadero" as the locals are apt to call it. Yeah, I know, the locals aren't too bright. They wouldn't know "clever" if it ran up and kicked them square in the nuts. They're right, though. The people we met tonight exemplified the best of what Atascadero has to offer. And we had to spend three hours in this wreck of a house setting up their piece of a billiards table. They probably won it in a cockfight … miserable, white-trash pieces of shit. There were two couples at this house, each with a newborn baby. One of the females looked like she was about 38, and each minute of each day of each year showed. It turns out she was 19. Jesus Christ, I'm 3 years older than this girl and she looks like she's been ridden rough and hard in the backroom of every skeezy bar within a three county radius. Well, I'm getting real tired. I'm off to bed! Peace out…
It's insane, this guys taint - 2004-12-07 |