Lost and Forgotten

Just a short story...

This morning I awoke to hear the most beautiful sound in the world... raindrops dripping outside my bedroom window...

This was followed shortly by the most horrible sound in the world... my boss saying "yes, we are working today"...

So even though it was raining, I had to go into work...

Worse yet, I get put on a deck mower and sent to the far side of the golf course...

Worse yet, once out there it started raining harder...

Finally after four hours of sititng by myself in the rain, mowing grass and leaving mud trails everywhere, I decide to head in and find out if there is something they could have me be doing that involved some form of physical labour... so that at least if I was miserable I would be active (and thus les cold)....

Upon returning to the shop, I am informed that everyone else had been sent home hours before... And they had just forgotten me where I was...

='(

I died a little bit... but at least I got to come home...

Indeed

So today was a lot better for work (more or less still as cold... but I didnt have to sit on a mower all day... which was nice)...

I did get to work with all of my bosses today (well.. I think one boss and two supervisors... or something like that... I never really bothered to figure out the dynamics of it all)

They were picking on me quite a bit...

"Jeez Neal, ca you do anything right?"

*shrugz*


"Neal you're so slow"

"yup" *shrugz*


"That's some of the worst raking I've ever seen"

"really?" *shrugz*


Finally one of them was like "nothing phases you... does it?"

I looked at him, and as convincingly as I could I told him "I stopped taking you seriously as soon as I learned (other boss) sign's my paycheques"

He thought that was hillarious...


But yes... that's my excitement of the day...

I Remember Why I Don't go Outside

This morning was cold... Not really cold, but cold enough...

And I was stuck, relatively motionless, on a mower all day...

So, cold weather, humidity from the river, and inactivity left me... well... very very cold...

Now I know you're all thinking "Neal doesn't do weather appropriate clothing" but I assure you I had more layers on than 10 people put together...

But I found a clever little plan...

If I got off my machine every hour or so, took off my shoes, and put them so the exhaust would blow into them, the steel toes would heat up to a point where they would thaw my toes, and I would stop shivering briefly...

Very briefly...

10 or so days until my tattoo (woot woot!!)

and... yeah...

FYI

I thought I should bring this to everyone's attention since the person didn;t identify herself

=)

The person I was referring too a few posts back was Jessica...

That's right Jessica...

But since most of you don't know her, I suppose it's alright... But I'm sure she's terribly mortified (btw.. don't you <3 your sister)

Another Post... Already?

I realise I have neglected my blog over the summer... Really it's for your benefit, I assure you.

Anyone who ahs hung out with me, rea, morg, and amber (or god forbid all four of us) is well aware that for the last four months our lives have been pretty uneventful.

And to be quite honest, this is an understatement.

I have also found that early morning have zapped me of my creative juices.

I usually thrive in the hours of 10-2, but I have tried to be in bed long before those hours occur...

I don't have crazy dorm adventures. I don't have crazy house adventures... My life is... well... Writing this is almost certainly the most exciting part of my day.

If you don;t believe me, I can recap for you...

wake up
mow grass
nap
chat with friends
nap
write this blog post

I look forward to lost starting up again... Same with scrubs...

I have reason to believe that my tattoo is a figment of my imagination...

This idea is Morg's fault. She planted the seed of doubt.

I mean, I have seen the pre design... Or at least I thought I did... perhaps I didn't... I don't even know what to believe anymore...

13 days till that shiznit goes down woot woot

I'm booked for the entire day... And I hope I don;t cry... 8+ hours is a lot of time to spend laying down with someone attacking you with a needle...

Plus I know they make fun of people who cry...

Well... They make fun of people who cry and then stop halfway through a tattoo... Which is almost as bad as getting a tattoo with a low pain threshhold in the first place...

I changed my mind...

I'll just get the tattoo Morg drew for me... Nothing bad can come from that... Besides I was the talk of the party

=/

Speaking of which... there was a party... I drank far too much... May have passed out on a couch nuzzled up into one of my acquiantances breasts (someone elses words)...

DnD was cancelled due to classes...

Jeez guys get your priorities straight... Entertaining Neal > Homework

And to top it all off, all my friends are emo... or think emo is cool and are trying to be as such (but thank god they don't have ugly emo hair... I will cease to be friends with anyone who shows up with an ugly emo haircut)

Lonely, Creepy, and Pathetic

This is an update for all those lonely creepy and pathetic readers that i have out there... you know who you are...

Maybe you're 40 years old, sitting in your parents basement, wearing nothing more than some tighty whities and a mustard stained wife beater...

Or maybe you're some 15 years old suburban white kid, wearing designer jeans and faux bling, bitching about how you're life is so ghetto one minute and bitching about how your parents won't drive you to the local strip mall so you can purchase the newest 50 cent albulm (and we all know you just ain't cool if your parents drive you in the bmw without the spinners)...

Or maybe you're the sister of one of my friends... and or readers... Perhaps you call your sister to ask her questions about me, or my blog, or my friends blogs... Do you dwell on the things you read? Do you complain when it's not updated regularly? Are you willing to accept the fact that you are lonely creepy and pathetic? Cuz many people think you are...

Lol...

I'm a jerk...

maybe if you commented, I wouldn't think you were lonely creepy and pathetic...
(and really, you shouldn't feel bad about reading a public blog... if I didn't want people to read it, I wouldn't put it on the internet)

Remembering Carlos Cortes

September 11th, 2001 is a day I will never forget. The images were plastered across every television screen for days, and few were able to talk about anything assides from what had happened.

The events of that day were too terrible to forget.

Many lives were lost that day, and one such life was that of Carlos Cortes, a proud Columbian living and working in the great city of New York.

I cannot begin to imagine the pain felt by Carlos' family and friends as his life was tragically cut short.

He is remembered as being a great husband, a loving father, and a caring soul.

If you would be so kind as to say a prayer for Carlos family (Laurie (his wife) and Loius (his son)) encouraging them to remember the man he was, and not the way in which he died.

Lost

Hurley You scored 74% kindness, 30% courage, 36% seedy past, and 61% secretiveness!

"For the record, my belt HAS dropped a notch. I'm a big guy. It's gonna be a while before you're going to want to give me a piggy back ride." Dude, you are Hurley. You are a kind soul with some terrible luck. While you're always lending a helping hand, you're not exactly the bravest guy on the island. What you do is even more important - keep people entertained. The only problem you've got is that whole jinxed numbers thing. You're so secretive, no one on the island even knows that you're a multimillionaire! Let it out, dude. There's no use trying to keep it all bottled up inside, man. Your polar opposite is: Jin. You are similar to: Claire and Sun. Monday, August 28, 2006 Much Overdue So here is an update for you all (since I appear to be getting things all sorted out finally)... First things first, since many of you have asked... I quit my job at Joey's... Here's how it went down (it's quite a lovely story)... I had been working two jobs... For the first month it was great... Extra money and no time to spend it... I was wel on my way to a savings spree unlike any I had ever seen... I had been hired at the restaurant with the knowledge of my first job made well and clear to the manager of Joey's... I would be working full time during the week at hours opposite of joeys, and as such would be unavailable to work anything but weekends. This was fine, and both parties agreed (both parties being me and the manager). I moderately enjoyed working in the kitchen. It was far from being the worst job I had ever had, and even though it got a little stressful if more than 10 orders came in at a time, I would like to think I handled it well for a person of my training... As we approached the end of July, I was becommming more aware of the impending wedding of two of the staff members (one of which being the manager)... Most of the time, I am not a horrible person (occasionally having glimpses of helpfullness) and as such I offered (in writing) to work a few additional shifts if it made schedueling easier on the manager. Now keeping in mind that these were shifts that I was not hired to work, I did have a few requests which were in the letter I submitted: 1) Because the golf course was still my primary job, I could not work closing shifts (the chance that I could potentially be at the restaurant until 11-1130 when I have to be leaving for work at 5 is not one I wanted to take) 2) Because days I would be taking on extra shifts would be days I will not be sleeping large amounts, I could not work 2 extra days in a row 3) My offer only ran from Aug 1st to August 12th (covering the weeks of the wedding and honeymoon respectively) (I had booked the 13th and 18th off due to a camp I was working at, but because I would not normally be working weekdays at the restaurant, I was not booked off for the 14th-17th...) For my next shift I check the schedual and I have a few extra shifts... mostly thursdays ( busy day due to all you can eat shrimp)... All of them were closing shifts (meaning I would be there till at least 1030... possibly later... while still working at the golf course the next mornings and back to the restaurant again friday nights for my regular shifts...) including a shift for the 17th of August... It was all in writing (my requests) so I didn't really know what had happened... maybe my chicken scratch was hard to read... I approached my manager (keeping in mind this is still more than 6 days away from my first thursday shift)... He feeds me some crap about "Oh... that's what you meant by that..." ("I cannot close..." pretty complex statement I suppose... open for interperutation) I remind him that I do work another job, one that pays better and that i had already made very clear was my primary responsability BEFORE I was hired... "But it's my wedding... My WEDDING" he says to me... "I realise that" I says to him "but my other job comes first..." In my head I'm thinking "what was your plan before I offered" "okay, I'll change your shifts around" "and I can't be here the week of the 14th..." "I'll see what i can do" I come in for my next shift, only to find that the "changes" to my shift are the dropping of one thursday evening... (which I was asked by a fellow kitchen staff member to work anyways)... Speaking of which... I was phoned in on one of my days off, promised I would be the first kitchen to be relieved in the evening (as I was filling in last minute and they knew it was going to be an inconvenience for me) only to have two kitchen staff members sign out and run off as soon as it slowed down ever so slightly... Leaving me behind, and at the fryer.... Yes... not that I'm bitter... Anyways... I check, only to find that the 17th shift is still down for me working... I mention to one of the "sort of in charge while the bosss is away" employees, saying that I am not able to come in... "oh... okay... we'll trade your shift around with someone else..." I left it as that... That friday was the shift from hell... Again some staff members decided to ditch out early because it was slow... It wasn't really slow, but the mind can play some amazing tricks when it doesnt want to be somewhere... I mean, look at how many people love Las Vegas... It's just their minds fabricating things... It ended up getting so busy, and me and the only other chef were faling so far brhind... The other chef does NOT handle stress very well... And he decided to take it out on me in the form of yelling... I don;t take yelling very well... so I became stubbern and defiant... It eventually became "fine... you do it"... And I stood back, for a good 10 minutes while he tried frantically to manage as the only chef in an exceptionally busy restaurant... Eventually he understood I was doing the best i could... ane stepped back to let me do my own thing (as well as I could)... I was an inch away from walking right off the job that night... just screaming "fuck it, I don;t need this" and walking out the back door... The next week, I come in... Still the same... "I am not able to work... someone is going to have to cover for me" I say "okay, we'll try to find someone" is the response I get... By this time, I'm getting kinda fed up... And I resolve to not work a shift which I shouldnt have been schedualed for (twice over) and I had repeatidly requested be changed... I may have mentioned that to a fellow employee... and he called in on my behalf to make sure things got done... Then comes the weekend... By this time I have been spening almost every waking moment at the golf course or with a large group of teenagers for the better part of a week (5am-11pm)... neither of these tasks I regret (infact I still love the golf course, even after all this time... and kids camp was awsome!)... But I was tired... Now, I've never done this before, and will most likely never do it again... But I quit my job... Well.. I phoned in and told the manager that I would not be comming in... ever... and let him fire me... But the only part i regret is putting it off until only a few hours before my shift... But the lack of sleep and the frustration of feeling dicked around (combined with the fact that I was super nervous because I knew a lot of people weren't going to be happy with me) had me putting off the phone call far longer than I would have liked... yes... So... Kids camp was AWSOME! I guess I shouldn't call it kids camp... they we're youth... and there for a purpose... But I suppose referring it to it's real name could get me in a little bit of trouble... It was kinda like dorm, minus the classes and the people who don;t listen to authority... Well... a few had trouble listening... but that is bound to happen... Highlights of the week... Watching So you think you can Dance with the boys in camp... Youd think it was a sorority, what with the squeeling et al. Playing capture the flag... but being the only leader with the energy (or stupidity) to run around with all the kids... So I created secret plans and rally cries for both teams... single handidly... It was a sight to behold... It was like the russians telling the germans how to effectively bomb their cities... But it worked out... I also got to be a moose... and the kids were told I had all the answers... they were delighted, because as a moose I was hard to find... the were dissapointed because as a moose I refused to give any answers in english... Are you confused yet? I know I am... I also got an hour each night off... I hung out with fatty fat cakes... I mean D to the B... He can be quite boring... but at least he is a bit more mellow than the kiddies... Lows for the week... Having to wake up every morning to go to work at the golf course after running around with kids all the day before... but becaue I have the BEST ROOMMATE EVER!!!! Amber made me coffee each and every day... to give me the pep I needed to... mow grass... Yup... best roommate ever... Then the week ended... Mattyk was back... and exposing his genetalia through his provactively tight pants... again... D to the B removed all traces of me having ever lived in dorm... well... the smell was still there... I was cute in grade 11... Ask mattyk... I hope he still has the pic... Then came the great commission... We were to try something new... I tried many things... I wanted to try hot air ballooning (I had looked into it before... but I decided to try again)... way to expensive... Bungee jumping? meh... not worth it for the time you actually experience the enjoyment... Go to a concert? the people I thought would appreciate it were either not willing or not able to go... Then I had an idea! I will make my new thing surprising a few of my friends... I used a bit of the money I have accumulated by being a slave to "the man" to purchase three concert tickets... Now this is not a band I would have considered going to under normal circumstances, but I most certainly appreciate their music, ahve heard nothing but rave reviews for their showmanship, and have heard rumours that this will be their last tour... I created a devious ploy... "wanna come over to play boardgames?" I said to one "I have a clever plan, I'll invite them over to play boardgames and then surpise them with the ticket I bought for them... but I need your help so they don;t suspect" I said to the other... Like dominoes they fell, one by one... until both had succum to my devious ploy... I suppose two dominoes would make for the most boring dominoes show ever... but I digress... I could say they were surprised... but that wouldnt do the expression on their faces justice... They were both super stoked at the thought of attending a free concert, even if neither seemed particularly up to date with the band... The concert was everything I could ahve hoped for... The stage design was awsome, the musicians were engaging and entertaining (How do you get a dog to stop humping your leg?.. I cookie to the person who can tell me the right answer), and the stereotypical drunk native guy sitting next to us was a pleasant surprise.. yes pleasant... thats the word I was looking for... Fringe festival was also on this past week... Me and the Morg saw two shows.. Why I can't get laid (a one man cabaret (featuring a defiling of a Disney classic and a conversation with an anus)) and the purity test ( dead pornstars, ice storms, and french accents)... I was sufficiently entertained by both... I'm sure there is more to write about... Like my new phone... I have a new number -> ask me for it... It's not a secret but I'm not about to post it in an internet forum... It's an amazing piece of machinary... yes... bed now... Monday, August 14, 2006 Sorry about ther lack of updates... I'm quite busy (and have been for the last week)... Stories and updates will begin again next week... ANd I did quit one of my jobs... It's exciting (apparently I beat the rush of people who are planning the same) Tuesday, August 08, 2006 I suppose it is true what they say... Parents are a lot easier to live with when you don;t live with them.. The 'rents were down for the weekends... which was special (as I think I said before, this is the first time they've visited me since they dropped me off 3 years, 11 months, and 11 days ago... not that I'm counting) We went to heritage days... Which was interesting... I thought I could eat way more food... Somewhere between the eritrean himbasha, and the nicaraguan nacatamales, I filled right up... Well... It could have been the heat and the 2 hours of sleep... regardless... We also checked out the Royal Alberta Museum... Their specialty exibits right now are foreign prostitutes and mail order catalogues... Coincidence? I think not... gah... I'm suddenly quite tired... More stories to come... including the famous "how I almost quit my job" and the ever popular "look, is blinks, beeps, and makes me happy"... as told by neal Wednesday, August 02, 2006 So a Bird walks into a bar... wait... no... I think it was a shovel... No... crap.. I'm so bad at this... Okay, I think I remember how this joke goes... So a bird and a shovel get into this huge fight... no... that's not how it goes... Okay, lets start at the very beginning... If this offends you, please remember it is fictional, and occurred at an imaginary land of recreation... one that i do not work at... So this bird maims itself, and luckily finds it's way into the loving caring arms of some old lady, who nurses it back to health, and sends it on a downhill spiral of human dependancy (both for attention and food)... Somehow she gets the wicked cool idea to release the bird out into the wild after she's taught it not to be afraid of humans... and the wild she decides to release it at, happens to be a golf course... Not being afraid to approach humans (thinking they're a source of food and entertainment), he sets off amusing some, and annoying others... Some are severely amused, some are severely annoyed... Like in every other situation in life, the five annoyed people make twice as much noise as the hundred amused people... and they complain... do people ever stop complaining (bwahahaha... hypocracy, I know) So the bosses at the golf course discuss (jokingly) the cruel ways to remove the pest, in order to stop the bitching... One person decides that (for the following reasons: 1) The bird is obviously malnurished 2) He, himself, is somewhat responsible for the behavior of the bird (through feeding it on many occasions) 3) That the risk of the bird being maimed by an angry golfer and dying a long drawn out death is sufficiently high) he is going to play god, and remove the bird from our existence... And he does so... with a swift blow to the head with a shovel... I am, by no means, a truely cruel person... Sure I act it up a lot... And sure I am quite "hardened" from life on the farm, but that doesn't make me cruel... But when he called it by name (Stevie), and it landed beside him and cocked its head towards him as if to say "HEY BEST BUDDY GUY! GOT ANYTHING TO EAT!!!! =-D Wait a second... whats the shovel for?" Only to be dead a fraction of a second later... I laughed... In order to justify his actions, he referenced "of mice and men"... given the circumstances, I suppose that's a decent comparison... please insert animal cruelty whining here \/ Monday, July 31, 2006 And then there was... I wasn;t really lookiung forward to work this morning... it was raining... ANd me and Amber are terrible judges of when we should be rained back to bed, or when we should just be miserable at work... Well.. I'm a bad judge... Amber thought we should just call in (in my defence, we did call in... twice... with no answer) And then, when we finally get to work, I hear those magic words that make my heart sink just a little bit... "if you had just called in, I would have told you not to come into work this morning" Those were the magic words... i was officially having the worst day ever... I missed my bed so much... ='( But then a glimmer of hope... They rearranged the work list... 2 people on some jobs, 4 people on another... "Neal! I don't want you dinking around! If this takes you more than an hour, you're fired!" that's what I wanted to hear... We were given simple tasks to comeplete... not because they wanted us to do stuff, but because we had shown up for work, and they needed to pay us, so they might as well have something to show for it... two hours later, I was sound asleep in my bed... Oh how I love my bed... Oh... and today was payday! yay payday!!! yup... that's my life... Thursday, July 27, 2006 you got to take a little dirt to keep what you love So I bought an Mp3 player a while back in order to pass the time at work (sitting on a tractor/mower all day, as surprising as it may seem, is not particularly stimulating for the mind)... I'm sure I mentioned that, but don't care enough to check... It really did help pass the time... Unfortunately, it stopped working quite a while ago, but with my busy schedual I didnt have a chance to take it in to get fixed... And then I managed to put it through the wash... I didn't get the extended warrenty which covers stupid things I do... so I now have a $60 paperweight ='( even worse, I dont think it could hold paper if there was any sort of a breeze... Well, as luck would have it, no sooner had my Mp3 player stopped functioning then i stopped getting put on the tractor all day (which means I got moved to physical labour... but at least that's usually with someone, so that makes it a lot less boring... unless I was working with Morgan, which (thank god) I have been spared from thus far) =P Yes... Well... Today was my first day back on the mower for 8 hours... I needed to hop myself up on energy drinks and coffee just to make it though the day... But my mind, used to being entertained by an outside source/person, went into musical overdrive... There were two (count them with me: one... two...) songs which i could not, for the life of me, get out of my head... Don't get me wrong, they're stellar songs... but really... for 8 hours??? yes... so they were Friends in low places - Garth Brooks If you could only see - Tonic I desperately need to buy myself a new Mp3 player... Oh, and my 'rents are comming to visit... sometime between august 3-7th... they don;t know when yet... I think it was the golf... I should start cleaning my room... Tuesday, July 25, 2006 Sugar, Grease, Spinning, and the Biggest Freak at the Carnival So today I made the trek into the capital ex fair grounds... I haven't been to a real fair since... well... PNE 2001 (I vaguely remember going to the Cloverdale Rodeo a few times... but I don't think it was for very long) so i decided to make the most of it... I stuffed my face full of carni food: 16 mini donuts, a slice a pizza, most of regans corn dog, frech fries, ice cream and pop (by the time we were ready for cotton candy we wanted to die of exahstion... as we came to realise we had been awake and about for more than 17 hours...) We entered a stregth competition... It may come as a surprise, but I won, and regan lost... by a lot... We also entered a VR (make an ass of yourself) game... Involving puking, punching and shooting michael jackson... I won (again) but this time I won against 20 kids (the competition consisted of jumping screaming punching jabbing and shooting... and I kicked those kids asses) My prize for that one was the title of 'Freak' as if there was any surprise... So a few things to note before I go to bed: Carni's are CREEPY! why do girls find them attractive... They're transients with stuffed poodles... since when is that in any way hot... Womens pants should be worn by women... Sorry sugar, being gay is not enough to pull off wearing womens jeans with an A&F shawl, a le chateau purse, and a pair of womens prada shoes... Now I'm the last person to be called homophobic, but the gay culture is pretty hard to support when this is considered acceptable... And finally, I am a firm believer that there should be a 1hr buffer between when the rain stops and when people who hid from the rain should be allowed on the rides... Those of us who continued to walk around through ankle deep water to sit in metal chaits attactched to metal poles covered in copper wire and light bulbs during an electrical storm should be allowed a chance to reap our rewards before all the wussy people are allowed back on (I mean, they closed most of the really fin rides until the storm passed)... Jerkbags... That's it, I'm opeing my own amusement park... And if theres an electrical storm I'll pull all the employees off the gates until the storm passes... That way all the adventurous people can party it up for their bravery... Please don;t sue when you get hit by lightning... Sunday, July 23, 2006 I really shouldn't be writing this... ... I should be sleeping... But I had a thought... a geeky one... a pathetic one... one that will probibly annoy regan (cuz for some reason or another she hates geeky things)... But I'm looking forward to DnD to start up again... I hope we can find (and train) a new healer, cuz that's not where I want my character to go anymore... But yes... sleep time... Thursday, July 20, 2006 Over Worked and Bombing Raids in three days it will have been once month since my last full day off of work... I do not lie, I have worked every day (each and every one) since the 24th of June... but enough pity The real reason I'm posting is because all this worka nd lack of sleep has made my mind work in seriously weird ways... But, I should probibly start at the beginning... I've always been a little weird in my process of thought. So knowing that, and knowing that history is an endless loop (due to the inevitability of it repeating itself [I'm trying not to use the cliche... but I guess I had to]), and also knowing that the war to end all wars was started by the assassination of one individual; I'm always a little on edge... I know, I know, laugh it up... But everytime a silly war breaks out somewhere on the other side of the planet, I think to myself "what if this is world war numero three?" And with the history of continued violence in the middle east, I of course thought this same thing when the whole israel/lebanon thing broke out... Today when we were working at the golf course, there were fighter jets flying by every few hours... I of course immediately thought it was unusual, but we did just start our cities exhibition today, and so I figured that's what they were here for, and I didn't put much thought in it past that... This evening, I thought I heard something tapping on my window... I know when I'm locked out of my house, I just tap on windows till someone wakes up (usually people are sleeping... which is odd, cuz I'm never out late) so I thought someone else was returning me the favour... I went upstairs and outside... THere was no one at my window, and certainly no one tapping at it... But what I could hear was the loud sound of explosions... I know it's irrational, but my first thought was "Holy Cripes! They made it to Edmonton fast"... My second thought, of course was "yeah, it's about time for the nightly fireworks at the aforementioned civic exhibition..." So I'm glad everyone is alright... And I hope I never have to become accustomed to real air raides... Wednesday, July 19, 2006 Distasteful So the topic of humorous (but distasteful) song lyrics came up... instantly I thought back to my DDR days... "Do it all night" by E*rotic Oh do it all night Do it with me Ill take you to heaven if you make me feel free Baby do it tonight Do it all right Just take me and shake me till I burn up inside Come on baby You may have good sex With Sam and Fred and Fritz and Max You may be the slave Of Tim and Tom and Ed and Dave You may do it again With Hans and Franz and Jack and Ken But youre gonna feel so free When youre doing it with me Oh do it all night Do it with me Ill take you to heaven if you make me feel free Baby do it tonight Do it all right Just take me and shake me till I burn up inside Oh do it all night Do it with me As hot as a fire and as strong as a tree Do it tonight Do it all right You got it I knew it You can do it tonight Oh do it all night Do it with me Oh as hot as a fire and as strong as a tree Come on baby and do it with me You may find you need Alfredo Jerry Ralph or Pete It may be okay with Bernie Willy Tim and Ray Youll love to get a kiss From Andy Georgie Red and Chris But youre gonna feel so free When youre doing it with me Oh do it all night Do it with me Oh as hot as a fire and as strong as a tree Come on baby and do it with me Come on do it with me Thursday, July 13, 2006 Oh there's a very pleasant side to you, a side I much prefer Sometimes work has it's benefits... I'm not saying all the time... Like those times you're working with someone who refuses to see that although their way is good, it is by no means the only way to do it... Eventually I just got so frustrated that i sat in the workman and waited for him to finish redoing what I had already done (and near as I can tell, the only reason he redid it is because it wasn't done his way)... But yes... Having a job where you can eat and not have to pay (although it was only french fries today) is nice... Sometimes work has it's benefits... Today we were doing our grassy chores, and there was a roll of thunder (or two)... so we got to go inside and sit out the storm... The storm was (pretty much) one cloud... It took almost as long to drive in to the shack as it did to sit out the storm... Regardless, that was still time I didn't have to wokr (but still got paid, woot woot) Sometimes work has it's benefits... I'm going to use the benefits of one job in order to get myself in better standing with my boss at the other... My restaurant job boss <3's golf, and conveniently I can arrange for some golf to occur... Speaking of which... I have been working at the golf course for 2 months now, and no one has taken me up on my offer yet... So I shall state it here: Golf, rentals, and company in exchange for a case of beer... Times are quite limited so contact me... I need a few days in advance to book a tee time (unless we want to start really late... which i can't do cuz I work in the morning)... Sometimes work has it's benefits... I realised yesterday... Payday at the golf course = 15th and 30th/31st of every month... Payday at the restaurant = 7th and 22nd of every month... *drools* That tattoo will be comming along in no time... And by no time, i do mean that I should be able to afford it by... 2008 or so... Sometimes work has it's benefits... I get to wrok with quite a number of hot people at the golf course... And regan... Sometimes work has it's benefits... Yeah... Sometimes work has it's drawbacks... I start work at 5am tomorrow... witha little nap in between, I will be at work until 11pm tomorrow night... Only to repeat (more or less) the same scheduel on saturday... yup... lots of napping... Sunday, July 09, 2006 Who Need Sleep, Anyways... So for those of you I haven't talked to in a while, I suppose I should give you a little bit of an update... Currently I am living the life of an adult (an actual one, and not a fake one like I normally do) and am spending most of my time at or in transport for work... I feel all responsable... I am still working at he golf course, and I still <3 it most of the time... As we're settling in and they're getting a better idea of our strengths and weaknesses, our weeks are slowly becomming more predictable... I have 2 days on a tractors, 2 mornings on bunkers, 1 morning cleaning garbages, and 1 morning mowing tees (with afternnons of the morning jobs spent doing misc stuff like hand mowing or weedwhacking)... SO my schedual there is pretty decent (yay)... Oh, and I had an employee review... My boss was entirely positive, except he said that I'm a "grumpy Gus" in the mornings... LMAO! For those of you that know me, I think we could all find it quite humourous that it took him two months to tell me that I'm not a morning person (and then pretend like it's a newsflash)... Yes... Moving along.... Even better news than getting a great employee review, Tuesday is going to be a night to remember (or not)... In appreciation for the huge amounts of sodding we laid on the west side of the golf course, the club is paying for us to have a night at BP's... Including food and drink... Bwahahhahahahahaha... I wonder if they considered how much alcohol we can really consume... I know it's a lot... We all do... But I suppose we do a better job when we're in good spirits (except the morning after, I'm thinking)... Yes, but enough about the golf course... The second "job" I took on was helping Leah with groundskeeping at the LCC ABC district office... Now, i specifically went with leah before she left so that she could introduce me, so that when I showed up, people would know who I was and what I was doing... Apparently it was to no avail... I walked in, introduced myself (even though i knew they should have been expecting me)... When I got blank stares, I explained why I was there... more blank stares... "I'm just going to go grab the keys I need"... And I excused myself... The next time I went in, I got the exact same stares... I think they might be easily confused... Or maybe because they're used to Leah, and because Leah did a good job back in the day, even though I can do a similar (if not superior) job, they can't understand why Leah won't suffice right now... Lutherans are like that sometimes... So yes... I watered like they're was no tomorrow, and mowed like I had something to prove... Yup... My third job I started last week, working as a Chef at a seafood restaurant here in town... Apparently I'm liked because I can follow instructions after only being told once... And I haven't quit yet (which appears to be an anomally in and of itself)... I burned myself in the deepfrier yesterday... looks like seagulls off in the distance when looking at it from the right angle... I got to put this really cool burn relief stuff on my arm... It made my arm numb... and after a while and made me feel all warm and fuzzy... I won;t be trying to burn mysefl again, but it's nice to know that syuff is waiting for me if I do... Hmm... I need to go... hopefully I can finish one quick story... I was cooking in the back (like chefs do) and an order of ribs came in... They're precooked (to save time) but they need to be reheated on the bbq in order to be ready for service... Apparently I managed to find the coldspot on the grill, cuz the ribs we're still cold... not just in the middle... but the outside as well... Now, it's kind of embarassing, but I hear second hand from one of the waiters that this man was all like "I'm going to eat these, I promise, and the rest of the food is great but I need this to be properly cooked... I know what happens sometimes when people send food back, but I assure you, i'm going to eat, it's just still cold" or seomthing like that... I was told the story at the end of a long shift... So my memory is a little fuzzy... but yes... ph3ar the line chef! Yes... but I should go... so long kiddies! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom) Selective Cynicism I always thought working in retail is bad... Turns out the people that shop are the people I live with... Share in our somewhat interesting stories, will you... 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