because i’m being hassled by the cornholers, i’ll put some words down to keep you weirdos occupied for a little while. using flattery as a tool, they coaxed me into writing earlier than i probably would have (perhaps).
oh man, where to start. i can’t start at the beginning, as i don’t really know where it is anymore. so we’ll start with the last post. the job thing. about a week after i jumped through some hoops to show them i was suitable and compitant to work in their facility, my go through went on vacation. when he came back and updated me on the job, it was pretty bad news. apparently, the company had eliminated that position and there was no job for the time being. which was good to hear before i put in any sort of notice with my old job. i like not working, but i like having my bills paid and living indoors a little bit more. another two weeks after that info, i was asked if i’d still like the job, because there’s a position again. what the hell? before, i would have jumped at the chance, but now i’m hesitant. it doesn’t necessarily seem the most stable of places to work, and the only thing worse than working is LOOKING for work. so right now, i’m pretty much standing pat, trying to think things through. while doing this, i fully expect there to be no position next time i speak to my guy. hooray.
also, while writing this, my sister calls me with a job opportunity. unfortunately, its something i have absolutely no experience with, an office job doing various office things. everything about it sounds cherry, but i’m pretty sure this employer doesn’t need someone who he’ll have to teach everything to. it’s kind of discouraging, and i’ve been a little down on me for a lot of the day. not something i planned, but just kind of happened that way. now spent half the day getting encouragement by ways of sisterly phone calls and texts, all going stuart smalley on me.
ok then. speaking of jobs, i have some fun stuff. spoke to some guys that do specialty pools in all sorts of shapes and sizes. when asked what was the strangest ones they’ve ever done, they didn’t really have an answer. apparently, nothing is strange to them anymore, as they say they do at least one ‘giant cock’ swimming pool a month. i had no idea so many people wanted to be seamen. i find that insanely awesome, and hope for more stories if i ever see those guys again.
also, not really fond of dropping the deuce at work. i’m sure most of us feel that way, so it’s not really weird. had to once a couple weeks back. like HAD TO. and something funny happened. i was mid-push when someone came in the bathroom and left, turning out the lights as they went. it’s pitch friggin’ black in that place, and i could seriously, not see a damned thing. i can laugh about it now, but i was pretty frustrated then. i had to have the light on to finish my business, and it was just positively dead in the store. i actually had to break out the cell and call a co-worker. i tried the guy who works in my part of the store (like 5 times) and he didn’t answer. i tried to call the store and no one would answer. i had to call the kid that works in a different part of the store to run across and play god with the luminescence. sadly, it took near 10 minutes for that to happen, and the humor in the situation started to get less funny by the minute. also, my co-workers completely disagree with my last sentence. assholes.
more things? ok. i listen to the raido at work. trying to keep sane in the land of the insane. repeatedly as of late, there’s been one radio commercial that SLAYS ME. it’s for some brand of caulk. the commercial starts out: “caulk. why so much confusion over a simple one syllable word?” i always giggle in my infancy. it never fails. sometimes i will answer the commercial back with something like “like you’ve never been confused about caulk, mr radio guy?” juvenile and dumb, but given my druthers, it’d be the only commercial on.
last weekend, the cornholers were in town again. unsure of why they were down more than twice in two months, i was still happy to see them. they, along with Loopy and I, went out to lunch. chinese buffet the choice, as per usual. mongolian bbq must be had, although the all-familiar echoes of ‘penang’ were absent, and thoroughly missed. next time, dick. next time. we spent most of the lunch talking, subtle mentions of me getting a new tv permeating the air (?). obviously annoyed with my idiot-box obsession, the conversation turned to Loopy’s lunch, and how most things on her plate looked like testicles. sautee’d mushrooms i think she claimed they were. though having admitted to not actually seeing the inside of a small asian boys testicles, her refutes to my accusations went largely ignored.
i then began to think about all the food i eat. and most of the things on my plate there very well could have been testicles also. but breaded. and fried. which, of course, relieves my of any guilt or remorse in having eating said juicemakers. in fact, i tend to enjoy all things in nugget form, and think that for efficiency’s sake, all things food should be so. all bite size pieces. all nuggets. /end wonder years
we discussed, how on the previous day, Loopy tortured me by making me sit through 27 straight hours of What Not to Wear. ok, maybe not so much torture, but certainly not in the top ten list of choices. understanding that i am in a relationship, and with that comes comprimise, i was an awesome boyfriend and watched with her. watched with her, and the next day playfully martyred myself with that fact. later that day, i went and spent a bunch of money and got myself that new t.v. i’d been talking about it for months and had just grown tired of talking. bang. mine. (happy early birthday, me) gave my old tv to Machismo, and felt good seeing the smiling faces when we set it up at his house. wait, not just good, i felt….
