nothing much of interest, i guess lately. bad luck been plaguing me for a little while. as all of you know, my car broke down and i had to get it fixed. well, i had it towed and worked on, and got the news a bit back. my car is dead. so no longer am i of the driving persuasion, at least temporarily. saving money to buy a new vehicle is in the current agenda, and i can say with all honesty, its the suck. i’m going to miss that car. it was my first car, purchased with money my grandfather left to me when he passed away. in a sense, i feel like he gifted the car to me, and losing the car now stings a little because of that. it’s strange the connections you make sometimes between people and things. not so much ths time, as there was a very real link between someone i loved very much, and something i loved very much. i guess it was bound to happen eventually, and i’ve pretty much made peace with the situation. and i do hate bumming rides, my only source of travel lately.
so, i hate my work. and my boss. like you didnt know? anymore, i’ve pretty much taken to calling myself a ‘retail-ard’. the only redeeming quality offered still at my place of employment, are customer stories, usually steeped in a mean-natured froth. thats right, i said froth. Loopy seems to be having as much fun with her jobspace lately as well. we both start counting down the next weekend from the sunday before. if that makes any sense. she’ll be leaving town this next weekend, if only for a week or so, but i think i’ll be pretty lonely. other states might as well be other worlds when you miss someone you care about. and I can only fill my weekend with so much puter gaming and sleep, so i wonder what will become of the other idle time. no, prolly not too much of that. pervs.
i spent thirty seconds watching an obviously very bright child ‘push’ on a ‘pull’ door at my work. i took some sort of weird sadistic pleasure in his acute lack of intelligence. sure, maybe he was only like 12, but if you can’t figure out how to work a door by the time you’re 12, give up. seriously, theres way harder things in life than opening a door. watch, i’m probably talking shit about a future senator. go me! it lasted only thiry seconds because another ‘helpful’ customer decided to help him. i almost got upset at this person helping the child, then decided that i was probably being the douche in that situation. i think i need a vacation.
i also have seen more than one degenerate sporting tattoos on their neck. not just any tattoos but area code tattoos. yeah, i dont get it either, is this some sort of tracking system in case they get lost? do they have their name tatted on themselves also just in case they forget? (i know someone who did that). ive seen some strange ones. there was the guy who had sleeves of clowns, but on his forearm, in one of the clowns was the word “mom”. that one kind of creeped me out, and at the same time piqued my morbid curiousity. was his mother a clown? because you dont hear about that too often. maybe i just i assumed that all clowns were barren and impotent, which is why they took to a profession that terrifies and haunts everyone. did anyone see that clown from poltergeist? jesus, that still scares the shit out of me. tell me that these guys couldn’t have subbed in for the characters in any rob zombie slasher movie, and i’ll tell you that you’re nuts (and then send clowns to your house to ‘entertain’).
overheard in the line whilst waiting for my sandwich at a subway? “um, how big is the 6 inch sandwich?”. i think i had a mini-nervous breakdown. seriously, how does a sane person not have a FUCKING EMBOLISM when hearing questions like that? i was close, and the question wasnt even posed at me.
away from work. Loopy and I had decided, that after all our writing and beliefs on the subject, we just plain hate Valentines Day. so we didn’t do anything for it. i got her a ‘not valentines day’ gift, and i think she enjoys it so far. it could provide her with hours upon hours of busy-minded frivolity during her upcoming out-of-towner. was pretty much the intent of the gift, i know how much fun she has at work and on the road, and thought maybe she could cut the boredom down to a minimum. hopefully works for her. now if only i could do the same for myself…
