Saturday, June 28, 2003
wow, blogger really did go blogological style on us here. i saw ryan say something, and i didn't believe him, but when trav said something, i was like woaaaah nelly!!
my job rocks. i smoked so much today with so little effort. i've been stoned all day, and i didn't have to do a damn thing, just my job. now all we need is pizza porn.
one of my coworkers was like, dammit, my job would be so much easier if it weren't for the damn customers. i just started cracking up. everyone was being all wankerish tonight. everyone wanted like $8 in change and stuff, and i was the only driver so i was taking like 3 orders at a time. just a hint for you guys, we only carry $30 on delivery for change, two tens, one five and five ones. we have to reload out of the crap we get. so if you all try to pay your stupid $12 bills with 20s, we aren't going to be able to get your change, because chances are the jackass before you did the same thing. i made some great tips tonight because of that. i was just like, the guy before you took all the ones, i don't have any. bam, $5 tip, score team me. its just annoying having to break it to people you know, but if they are going to try and pay in cash without having anywhere near close to the right amount, sometimes they are going to get burned. and i profit. its kind of a neat deal.
wow, i have so little to say it is embarrassing. i'm always working, i don't have shit to say. i wish i could even say stuff was going on at my house, but all i've been doing is reading and watching Noir on my computer. i'm a boring little jive turkey.
my job rocks. i smoked so much today with so little effort. i've been stoned all day, and i didn't have to do a damn thing, just my job. now all we need is pizza porn.
one of my coworkers was like, dammit, my job would be so much easier if it weren't for the damn customers. i just started cracking up. everyone was being all wankerish tonight. everyone wanted like $8 in change and stuff, and i was the only driver so i was taking like 3 orders at a time. just a hint for you guys, we only carry $30 on delivery for change, two tens, one five and five ones. we have to reload out of the crap we get. so if you all try to pay your stupid $12 bills with 20s, we aren't going to be able to get your change, because chances are the jackass before you did the same thing. i made some great tips tonight because of that. i was just like, the guy before you took all the ones, i don't have any. bam, $5 tip, score team me. its just annoying having to break it to people you know, but if they are going to try and pay in cash without having anywhere near close to the right amount, sometimes they are going to get burned. and i profit. its kind of a neat deal.
wow, i have so little to say it is embarrassing. i'm always working, i don't have shit to say. i wish i could even say stuff was going on at my house, but all i've been doing is reading and watching Noir on my computer. i'm a boring little jive turkey.
Saturday, June 21, 2003
i'me laying here on the floor tired from work with my hands reaching up to my hkeyboard. i can't really see what i'm typing, but i'm pretty good at this now, i think. years of practice... typing and all.... bloggin... but yeah. i've typed drunk enough that i can usually string together the letters needed to make proper words, even if my vision is blurred to nothingness. i think i can handle this. iblogged when my vision blurred out completely beceause i was drinking shampoo with my white russians, i think this one will turn out fine.
but yeah. i went to this frat house today and drank beer on a delivery. then they made me come back with these two freaking sides of ranch dressing and anchovies or some shit, and everyone thought i was just there to come back to party. they were all so durnk that i don't think they knew what was going on, and there was no way i was waiting around for the other knob to stumble back out. i mean, i really wanted to stay, but shit, i had deliveries to do so i couldn't and such. they were all in the hottub anyways, so i was just standingthere like a moron. eventually i just left his shit on the front steps and left. knob made me look like a knob, dammit. bah, its ok. i thought i was past the point of worrying about frat guys, but somehow i'm not. am i regressing to some former wierd insecure state? no, sorry. i'm just getting melodramatic because there is nothing else to write about
seriously though. workin. thats about it. its about as interesting as sitting, but i don't get to think about stuff. so yeah, there's no writing. not that there was really writign before.
i just realized that i still can't see. and realized i went on for like 2 paragraphs before i remembered. i'm looking now, heee heee!!! CHEATAR IS ME.
fucked, i've lost it. at least i enjoy work now :) i haven't been able to say that in a while. well ok, its not really enjoy. its more that me and pizza delivery have this understanding. it doesn't care about me, i don't care about it. it gives me pizzas, and money, and all i have to do is wander around for a while. word
but yeah. i went to this frat house today and drank beer on a delivery. then they made me come back with these two freaking sides of ranch dressing and anchovies or some shit, and everyone thought i was just there to come back to party. they were all so durnk that i don't think they knew what was going on, and there was no way i was waiting around for the other knob to stumble back out. i mean, i really wanted to stay, but shit, i had deliveries to do so i couldn't and such. they were all in the hottub anyways, so i was just standingthere like a moron. eventually i just left his shit on the front steps and left. knob made me look like a knob, dammit. bah, its ok. i thought i was past the point of worrying about frat guys, but somehow i'm not. am i regressing to some former wierd insecure state? no, sorry. i'm just getting melodramatic because there is nothing else to write about
seriously though. workin. thats about it. its about as interesting as sitting, but i don't get to think about stuff. so yeah, there's no writing. not that there was really writign before.
i just realized that i still can't see. and realized i went on for like 2 paragraphs before i remembered. i'm looking now, heee heee!!! CHEATAR IS ME.
fucked, i've lost it. at least i enjoy work now :) i haven't been able to say that in a while. well ok, its not really enjoy. its more that me and pizza delivery have this understanding. it doesn't care about me, i don't care about it. it gives me pizzas, and money, and all i have to do is wander around for a while. word
Wednesday, June 18, 2003
Friday, June 13, 2003
so yeah work. during deliveries, i talk to myself. its kind of funny. when i'm working, my mind sort of goes on alert, you know? you all work, you know. so when i'm driving around, i talk to myself. it cracks me up, because i realize i'm doing it. but i'm alone in my car listening to BT. what do i care.
Thursday, June 12, 2003
also, people who set themselves up for disappointment shouldn't be able to use this disappointment as a weapon. thats just foul play
here's something that kind of annoys me...
people who expect everyone else to compromise to their way of thinking, then get indignant when they don't. its one thing to want someone to change, but it is an entirely different thing to demand it. its like, really, who do you think you are? do you really think you deserve this special treatment, and that everyone in close proximity to you should drop everything and conform to your crazy ideal? i have crazy ideals out the ying yang, but i don't expect everyone to agree with me. hell, i don't expect anyone to agree with me, maybe thats why its so great when people do. i'm reminded of this song, Numb by Linkin Park. it says "Every step that I take is another mistake to you, And every second I waste is more than I can take." people get themselves into such self destructive thought patterns. everyone is guilty of this, and its hard to break out of, but you have to. the important thing is keeping as much of it as you can internal, so you can realize how stupid you are acting before someone else has to point it out to you, because that is an embarassment all in its own.
my blogs are all so self incriminating, its funny. everything i bitch about i am guilty of myself. but you can still bitch. especially on a page like this, where its all my thoughts anyways. i've never really claimed to be a rational person. no one should agree with me 100% of the time, because no one else is me. i like to let my thoughts speak for themselves, even if it makes me hypocritical. being hypocritical is part of human nature, and anyone who says anything else is being more of a hypocrit themselves. by saying that, i just made myself more of a hypocrit. it is a never ending cycle
its also annoying when people spout off without really knowing what they are talking about. but then again, if no one tells anyone anything and just expects them to believe them, what are they supposed to do? 3rd parties should never completely choose sides in any sort of discussion because they should have their own opinion, instead of having to rely on someone else to give one to them.
but what the hell do i know anyways
people who expect everyone else to compromise to their way of thinking, then get indignant when they don't. its one thing to want someone to change, but it is an entirely different thing to demand it. its like, really, who do you think you are? do you really think you deserve this special treatment, and that everyone in close proximity to you should drop everything and conform to your crazy ideal? i have crazy ideals out the ying yang, but i don't expect everyone to agree with me. hell, i don't expect anyone to agree with me, maybe thats why its so great when people do. i'm reminded of this song, Numb by Linkin Park. it says "Every step that I take is another mistake to you, And every second I waste is more than I can take." people get themselves into such self destructive thought patterns. everyone is guilty of this, and its hard to break out of, but you have to. the important thing is keeping as much of it as you can internal, so you can realize how stupid you are acting before someone else has to point it out to you, because that is an embarassment all in its own.
my blogs are all so self incriminating, its funny. everything i bitch about i am guilty of myself. but you can still bitch. especially on a page like this, where its all my thoughts anyways. i've never really claimed to be a rational person. no one should agree with me 100% of the time, because no one else is me. i like to let my thoughts speak for themselves, even if it makes me hypocritical. being hypocritical is part of human nature, and anyone who says anything else is being more of a hypocrit themselves. by saying that, i just made myself more of a hypocrit. it is a never ending cycle
its also annoying when people spout off without really knowing what they are talking about. but then again, if no one tells anyone anything and just expects them to believe them, what are they supposed to do? 3rd parties should never completely choose sides in any sort of discussion because they should have their own opinion, instead of having to rely on someone else to give one to them.
but what the hell do i know anyways
Tuesday, June 10, 2003
sorry, my mind has been on the back burner lately while i've been sorting some life shit out, you know? i don't have much time for thought, and when i'm not thinking, you end up with blogs that go OOP ACK SNIB for about 3 pages, and no one really wants to read that. also, i haven't bought weed in what i swear is a month or so. i've been mooching off of matt, and he's been letting me, so i'm not complaining. soon though, within the month i should be back in action for myself.
so yeah, i'm making some money. i deposited a nice chunk o change yesterday, so i should be set for rent for another month at least. that is always a great feeling to have in the first week of the month. as absolutely fabulous as these past 4 months have been (probably some of the best of my entire life), i really won't miss worrying about where my next meal is going to come from. i don't know how much money i'll actually be making a month and such, but if i continue like i am now, tips should throw me over the top into profitability beyond all expenses. this means money beyond food, rent, bills, insurance, gas, credit cards, entertainment budget, rebuilding savings, etc etc. like seriously to the point where i have money that i can do anything i want with. this is when i buy drugs. ohhhh sweet sweet drugs. i'm guessing it will be another 2 weeks to a month before i'm there, seeing as i've racked up a nice little credit card statement and i'd like to start taking sizeable chunks out of it in the next 2 months or so, but the future is looking up. i might even end up making more than i was at the end of starflower. how wacky is that. we'll see after i get my next paycheck. it is really too early to start thinking about how this job is going to fit into my ideal financial situation, but i can speculate. prospects are hopeful, stock of wank enterprises is on the way back up after dipping to dangerous levels.
of course now that i've said all this, i'm going to get fired or something at the job is going to take some HUGE turn for the worst, and i'll be moaning about shit again. i think i've got a pretty good hold on this one though. it is pizza delivery, i mean jeebus. there really are very few expectations of me. no one expects me to pretend to care or anything. i'm going into this job knowing that it kind of sucks, but i'm doing it for the money. and it doesn't even really suck too bad. i get a lot of time to myself, which is pretty much fucking perfect for me. i never have to work before 10 or 11 am or so, which is much easier to swallow than 7 am. no offense to my ex-starflower employees, who are cool in an entirely different way, my new employees are all relatively like minded. they are all stoners just like me. they are working there to make some money so they can live and buy a sack every once in a while. at starflower, i was always the loveable boob who everyone kept around. i mean, everyone genuinely liked me, or at least tolerated me i think, but it was a different atmosphere. of course, i've only been at this new job for a week and a half or so, but it already feels like i belong, you know? i don't do anything wrong, and no one bugs me. if i do something wrong, and if someone manages to notice, they don't really care anyways.
one thing i need to watch out for is my car. thats why i'm really glad to be getting money again. i'm going to try to live as frugally as possible, and see how fast i can save money. if i can save up a few grand over the next 6 months or a year, i am going to be extremely pleased. its not going to happen, 12 months just isn't enough time for me to save up that kind of cash with the kind of income i'm talking about. but still, i need to do this. i need to have some cash set aside for when my car bites it. if i don't have a car, i'm out of a job. my car is my livelyhood, and its already kinda screwed up. as a pizza delivery guy, i can be fairly certain that my car is just going to die sooner or later, and i'm going to have to get rid of it and get a new car fast. i'm just hoping i'm ready for it, because this could be disasterous. i'm probably going to have to go to my parents for help, which is something i've been avoiding for a while now. i already owe them some money anyways from a few years ago, i'm not looking forward to owing them more. i hate worrying about cars. stupid maintenance, i'm too lazy to maintain my body, there is no way in hell i'm going to do shit to my car. pfft, it sucks anyways.
i'm going to do everything i can to keep myself from getting bitter about this job. there is no reason for me to get bitter about it, but i'm gotten bitter about every other job i've had. it just happens. i can't let it though. new wank, please rescue meeeeeeee
so yeah, i'm making some money. i deposited a nice chunk o change yesterday, so i should be set for rent for another month at least. that is always a great feeling to have in the first week of the month. as absolutely fabulous as these past 4 months have been (probably some of the best of my entire life), i really won't miss worrying about where my next meal is going to come from. i don't know how much money i'll actually be making a month and such, but if i continue like i am now, tips should throw me over the top into profitability beyond all expenses. this means money beyond food, rent, bills, insurance, gas, credit cards, entertainment budget, rebuilding savings, etc etc. like seriously to the point where i have money that i can do anything i want with. this is when i buy drugs. ohhhh sweet sweet drugs. i'm guessing it will be another 2 weeks to a month before i'm there, seeing as i've racked up a nice little credit card statement and i'd like to start taking sizeable chunks out of it in the next 2 months or so, but the future is looking up. i might even end up making more than i was at the end of starflower. how wacky is that. we'll see after i get my next paycheck. it is really too early to start thinking about how this job is going to fit into my ideal financial situation, but i can speculate. prospects are hopeful, stock of wank enterprises is on the way back up after dipping to dangerous levels.
of course now that i've said all this, i'm going to get fired or something at the job is going to take some HUGE turn for the worst, and i'll be moaning about shit again. i think i've got a pretty good hold on this one though. it is pizza delivery, i mean jeebus. there really are very few expectations of me. no one expects me to pretend to care or anything. i'm going into this job knowing that it kind of sucks, but i'm doing it for the money. and it doesn't even really suck too bad. i get a lot of time to myself, which is pretty much fucking perfect for me. i never have to work before 10 or 11 am or so, which is much easier to swallow than 7 am. no offense to my ex-starflower employees, who are cool in an entirely different way, my new employees are all relatively like minded. they are all stoners just like me. they are working there to make some money so they can live and buy a sack every once in a while. at starflower, i was always the loveable boob who everyone kept around. i mean, everyone genuinely liked me, or at least tolerated me i think, but it was a different atmosphere. of course, i've only been at this new job for a week and a half or so, but it already feels like i belong, you know? i don't do anything wrong, and no one bugs me. if i do something wrong, and if someone manages to notice, they don't really care anyways.
one thing i need to watch out for is my car. thats why i'm really glad to be getting money again. i'm going to try to live as frugally as possible, and see how fast i can save money. if i can save up a few grand over the next 6 months or a year, i am going to be extremely pleased. its not going to happen, 12 months just isn't enough time for me to save up that kind of cash with the kind of income i'm talking about. but still, i need to do this. i need to have some cash set aside for when my car bites it. if i don't have a car, i'm out of a job. my car is my livelyhood, and its already kinda screwed up. as a pizza delivery guy, i can be fairly certain that my car is just going to die sooner or later, and i'm going to have to get rid of it and get a new car fast. i'm just hoping i'm ready for it, because this could be disasterous. i'm probably going to have to go to my parents for help, which is something i've been avoiding for a while now. i already owe them some money anyways from a few years ago, i'm not looking forward to owing them more. i hate worrying about cars. stupid maintenance, i'm too lazy to maintain my body, there is no way in hell i'm going to do shit to my car. pfft, it sucks anyways.
i'm going to do everything i can to keep myself from getting bitter about this job. there is no reason for me to get bitter about it, but i'm gotten bitter about every other job i've had. it just happens. i can't let it though. new wank, please rescue meeeeeeee
Saturday, June 07, 2003
