A mile long Journey in my shoes

Three times in 1 week, its gotta be a modern day record. The fact is that i'm not writting this entry for u peeps as much as im writting it for myself... My heads been spinnin around like an olympic figure skater, in fact it still is! I can't eat, sleep or even fuckin work..i'm so damn worked up over what happend on saturday night that its eating me up inside like a human eating pacman. So i've decided to gather my thoughts. I figure the best way to get my shit in gear is to write it out... so here we are. I'm giving everyone a taste of my personal life which is something i dont normally do, because frankly i really dont have 1. Just a fair warning to all of u though- if ur lookin for a light hearted entry u best click the X cuz i'm serious as a heart attack tonite. Oh and if u have any advice for me...please please please keep it to urself. No offense but i got so much stuff on my plate  that i have to digest it with every bite- i cant handle anything more to think about. Plus i feel like i've gotten so much help already, thats its time i do it on my own. So get urself some popcorn and put the kids to bed b/c its holloween...and ur about to hear the horrid saga this is my personal life. First the back story, then the dilemna that stairs me in the face like a fun house reflection. With that all being said, away we go.

Knife to the Heart: Let's start it from the top, the tippy tippy top.... This past summer at saf-t-swim i was chatting with one of the swimming instructors, Erica B, who said one of her friends was going to apply for a job..and i replied... "Erica, any friend of urs is a friend of mine." And that was true- erica b is very nice girl and thats rare in life let alone at s-t-s, so i'd welcome any one of her friends. It just so happens that her friend, Nikki, turns out to be one of the coolest and sweetest chick that i've met in years...definately top 5 of all time.(what's sad is i could proably list them in order if i had more time..but their is just so much more to get to)....So anyway, i met this girl for the first time- i remember it vividly, she looked perfect-just as she usually does. (aww i know- but its true) She just finished one of her first days of training and Ed (who needs no description, ull figure it out) gives her his number to try and get her to go to one of the clubs he "bounces" at. Little FYI- Ed has less authority than the queen of england has in the United States. And the only thing that bounces is his stomach when he laughs...but anyway i figured my chances of hittin it off with her would be minute now that the saf-t-swim volchers were on the prowl. So i sat back and kinda threw in the towel... but one of my friends wouldnt let me. In fact for a while he was the only one who kept my dream alive...we'll get into that later though.

So weeks go by and eventually we become friends. Our conversations were short but always fun and entertaining. A couple of times myself and bert even cut out our workouts to spend time with her- thats how awesome she is. Time well spent! The thing about me and pretty much every shy guy is that we can't communicate well with girls we like. I stutter, my palms get sweaty- im just a mess and the worst part is i  have all this nervous energy. Every time she walked in the room- i started playing with pen caps and i even made a chain of  paper clips about 9 miles long..pathetic? Yeah i know.

So one night Bert organizes a night out at Chili's. We arrive late or are atleast late enough to get segregated from the group. It's just myself, Bert and Kate "the great" at one table and then their is everyone else on another. Nikki -didn't arrive yet, she was coming with Eddie (not the 1 from before, but equally as aggressive). She winds up sitting in the 1 empty spot on our table- next to bert, across from me...Yahtze, Bingo, Cha-ching...enter whatever sound affect u want! Things were looking up!!! The only down side was that she had to watch me eat a burger, rather disgustingly since i am the sloppiest eater this side of the rio grande. I had a good nite, a very fun time...then my boss Tom invites everyone back to his house for a party..no reason- just a party- he's done this from time to time. I didnt wanna go- i was satisfied with my night but bert convinced me to go until we gotta a call..which never came. SO i went and it was ok- not my cup of tea..i think i actually mentioned it in here the day after it happend although i left out a juicy detail. A lot of people got drunk and went in the hot tub- one of those people was my boss Tom another was Nikki. The results were devasting. I couldnt stay a minute longer, i said good-bye to bert and quickly headed home. My heart sank a little bit- i tried not to show it when i spoke to bert or when people asked how i was doing but i wasn't taking it well...and whats fucked up is that we werent going out- we werent even close. We spoke on a few occasions- we're were friends but thats it..but it still stung...but i guess thats why they call it a crush.

Anyway, i got over it the best i could- never giving her or tom any grief b/c i knew it wasn't any of their faults..i just took it like she liked me as a friend and tom as more than a friend- thats still how i take it...it helps me get through the day. But listen there is more.  A lot more...

Since then i got a new job and i left saf-t-swim..I talked to nikki a lot those last 2 weeks which made it difficult to leave, but i knew it was a no brainer. She even got me a cake!!!! I've since seen her a lot, including another party at Tom's house- where she was visably upset...and that was painful to see..i tried cheerin her up but i dont think i was successful. After that i saw her at sts and i asked her how she was doing..and she said "much better" and i was genuinely happy for her..above all else, i really just want her to be happy b/c she deserves it....But then i burried myself at the halloween party. We talked a little bit even playing beer pong together- (we sucked as a team- maybe that says summin) untilll....

Well let me have a little fun with this. It's gonna sound like a B movie or screenplay but i swear to u that every word of it is true...Ready? Ok, I was talking to an Angel, when all of a sudden A fuckin' Ape walks over and grabs her..he takes her in his arms, and goes bananas...me fearing that King Kong will victimize another lady, I say in what i thought was a whisper "knife to the heart!" to my spaced out Alien friend. I was BUMmed!! (hows that for symbolism???... everything but the alien part-sorry scott) The angel then hears me say it and actually repeats it back to me - i get so embarased that i have to put my mask back on to hide my emotional bleeding.

SO thats the whole backstory or atleast all i can remember...now here is my dilemna:

We had scheduled a lunch date, nothing fancy just a chance to catch up..but that was before i slipped up. Now, we're still on but i've opened up a can of worms that prob shouldn't have been opened.

Do i like her- absolutely! Do i want to be the reason her and Tom break up- no fuckin way. I hear tom isn't the best with girls- he's a love em n leave em type but i really cant say anything cuz i havent seen that. In fact Tom has been nothing but cool ever since i met him...and...even if he was like that- whose to say that hes not as crazy about her as i am? i dunno what to do or say.. i'm not gonna talk myself up and say here's why u should pick me...thats insane...the key is i want her to be happy- if she likes me as a friend- i can handle that. When it comes to relationships im like a camel..i can go another 2 years w/o 1- easy. 

i think that i should probably appologize though. Before that night we were fine and she was "much better" so i gather she was happy, now i've stirred the waters and thats just not fair to her. I could have potentially ruined her nite....i know that statement definately didnt brightne up my last few days. I just hope what i said doesnt change anything that we had..i dont want her shying away from me now cuz she thinks i just wanna get with her. It's a sticky situation.

No matter what happens i'd like to publicly (if any1 even made it this far) thank Bert for all his help. He's kept me focused and encouraged me not to give up on my life. He's my human anti-drug. I think he's gone above and beyond his duties as a friend. He mentioned to me the other day that he's always written about in my journals for the wrong reasons and its kinda true, but the fact remains his friendship is something i value very much and i only hope that he considers me as good a friend as i consider him to be. Thanks again bert.

You know what- now that it's all out there and its in the open. After "Hey Nikki"..i got nothing.! I have no idea what the hell i'm gonna say to her after that...i guess i'll just wing it...but there is 1 thing i do know.... that their will be some stuttering and some sweaty palms.

Good Mourning

(Sidebar- i started writting this at 8:54am but i stopped to eat breakfast and read the morning paper...now please read on).

 Its early on a sunday morning, a little too early perhaps. Why am i up this early? I'm glad u asked...for starters, the sun is shining bright on the silent majesty of a winter's morn... the clean, cool chill is in the holiday air... and theirs an asshole in his bathrobe emptying a chemical toilet into my sewer..lol i love that movie...but reall, why am i even awake let alone writting a journey right now? Well its anybody's guess really, but i'll try and help to narrow down the choices. Maybe its the fact that the clocks were set back an extra hour. OR perhaps it's because i woke up to the tune of my stomach gurgling and have been in and out of the bathroom like it was a manhatten phone booth...OR perhaps its because im getting myself over excited about something that will prob leave me more devastated than the time monday night raw was canceled in favor of the western county dog show. Like i said, its any1s guess.

Last night was the costume/Holla-ween party at party central (aka the mirenda house). It was a fun time. Their were quite a few good costumes...my favorites include the corona/lime combo of tony and meg, the plug and socket- brad and gina, and ron bergandy- james. I went as a bum. Not very original i know, but it was quick and easy and i love that combination.... I was originally going to go as bill clinton but after 5 mins that mask was hotter than africa so i decided to bum it. But this bum was wearing bling bling by the end of the nite cuz myself and brad (who im sure is happy i mentioned him twice already) are the b-pong champions. Thats right kids, ur reading about a legacy here. We've demolished boston and we took 2 out of 3 from ny...We're running wild.

It was a good crowd too, aside from my arch nemisis showing up. This guy always seems to pop up at the wrong time,  (then again is there ever a good time to see an arch nemisis aside from watching him getting hit by a train thats going mach 3 speed? i think not)...he's like a pimple..but he thinks hes a pimp. kinda of funny huh? but it wasnt that bad cuz we didnt even talk which is great b/c i didnt have to fall vicitim to hearing his voice...i know im being really mean right now and i shouldnt be... for some reason i hate this kid and he really hasnt done anything to me except exist. which is why im not totally anti-abortion. but whatever- good crowd otherwise..

I think i might have drank alittle too much last nite, and thats probably a first for me. Not that i was drunk or throwing up but i was buzzed and did some stupid things..For one i said something that i thought was quiet enough so that no one would have heard it....but it turns out i would have been better off using a friggen megaphone. What's worse is that its was in the direction of someone that i really care for and could have either screwed myself or given me new life... only time will tell. I'm obviously hoping for the latter but i got a bad feeling...the kind of feeling that involves me staying home on weekends watching meg rayn and julia roberts movies and sobbing to myself. I dont want to elaborate too much more on this right now but its a lot more complicated than i've described....stay tuned. Another stupid thing i did was wrestling with bert. Aside from the fact that hes a good 30 lbs more than me and could actually crush me, it was also stupid cuz it ended the party...and thats something i cant help but feel guilty for.

By the way- i took myself off block and 2 random IM's later- im back.

I have to go to a wake today. My cousin's grandmather passed away so instead of going at nite we've decided to go in the afternoon. It's obviously not my ideal sunday but i gotta pay my respects.

Can-Can

Lets start with a job update, i know i've been rather mum on the subject but i gave u nosey bastards my reasons... So now that i got a feel of the job here's the inside skinny.. I've been in the cube (it's cool as ice) for three weeks already and i gotta say- i like it. It's boring at times but i'd rather be bored out of my sack than working like a slave- u know? And the only reason its boring is b/c i dont know what to do. Eventaully I'll know all that im responsible for and i'll be good as gold. I've even been working a little overtime.....an hr here, a half hor there...i hear people complaining that they have to stay but i'd rather be making money than home watching the knicks lose games. But anywho- heres a few observations on the job so far...While working at a desk as u can imagine i get a lot of e-mails from bosses and co-workers..every1 is so polite in these e-mails but at the same time u know their is such venom and shit behind it...like the word "thanks" has taken on new meaning, i just feal that its a euphemism for "hurry up u fucking asshole"...or.... "u think u can manage that u piece of monkey feces"...i dunno, call me crazy but i just get that feeling- especially when its followed by several "!!!!"  Another observation is the abundance of choclate..everywhere i look people are eating small choclates, or candy bars...maybe its just cuz its halloween but its like the Keebler elves work for Canon USA. My boss is the worst..every 5 minutes i hear a wrapper being unravled. I like her though- shes been very good to me, she never curses either- instead of saying shits and giggles..she says grins and giggles- i think thats funny i really dunno why.

I havent left saf-t-swim completely..i still go in there a lot to work out and say hello to the old crew. Overall i liked my time there but i really cant tell you how happy i am to be out of there. Sleeping late on saterdays is reason enough..Apparently my thank u letters went over very well- i got word that Michelle, the last to receive a letter was touched, which is shocking cuz i didn't spend that much time on it. Apparently i have a gift for the written venacular, if only i could make a living out of journal entries and personalized thank u letters.

The familia and i went to see my uncle last week who has been battling cancer. He's lost a lot of weight but he looks good...i admire his toughness b/c he can still manage to smile and make jokes even though he's obviously not comfortable. I can only hope that i'd be as courageous as him. He's eating through a tube right now and cant swallow b/c of the readiation on the neck. I pray for him every night and hope that he gets better soon. If all goes well he should be off the treatment in november and maybe even back to work in december/january.

Hockey season is in full swing- has any1 noticed? yeah me neither.

I dont watch much tv anymore but i have seen a few shows that i'd like to chat about if i may- Luguna beach...Watching this show is like watching web cams of Triple X but u only get to see the parts where they dont take their clothes off..and yet its still manages to be entertaining. Kristen and LC (lauren to the late person) are down right amazing, Casey is like porn star hot, like i wouldn't bring her home but i'd bring her home if u know what i'm saying  j/k- i odnt really like her at all- shes too fake to me..IM  such a LOSER!!!! lol. Jason on the other hand, is quite simply a mountain of scum..like thats it- if he was my friend and i was describing him to some1 thats what i'd say..This is jason, the mountian of scum. I don't understand what hot lauren sees in Mount Scummore- its mind boggling!! Over*There: great first season, i missed a couple episodes but i was able to catch up right away...it def deserves to get picked up- its not rescue me though!!!! i just wish there was like a cliff hanger type ending- like a huge explosion. C'mon its a show about war- some1 has to get smoked, right? Real World..ehh what? This season is awful- i have more exciting things go on in my life than this show.  The blond haired girl is hot- no question, but i still cant get into it...i saw last weeks episode- the ugly girl that no1 likes was talking smack about rachel...10 mins later they are sharing a cab and their buds teaming up on the black guy- they need to spice it up a little bit..if i were mtv i'd call puck for a little cameo... but atleast mtv gave us a break from the conga line of gay people that are always paraded on the show..i could never be a part of the real world for that reason a lone- im not saying im a homophobe, but i dont think i could live with a gay person-I guess that makes me a homeahomophobe or something. i'd be wearing chastitybelts and taking a gun with me in the shower and under the pillow.

I gotta go- we'll tlak later

King of Long Island

I've been seeing/hearing a lot of ads for people running for office in Conn.and it has really gotten me thinking. Don't get me wrong folks, I hate politics, i hate it with a passion and i think its primarily because the topics that politicians talk about don't really have a direct impact on my life. So then i started to ponder what issues i'd be conserned with and i eventually came up with a small list of issues that i feel focus on aspects of society that have sort of been tossed aside like a skinny kid in gym football. So here is my plan, if i were to run long island....

My first act as King of Long Island (its a new position that i just created), would be to eliminate a large number of diseases. I know what you're thinking..."how are u gonna do that- ur not a chemist or a skilled physician...how are u gonna come up with a cure?" well the answer to that is simple..I'm not. The reason i'm not coming up with a cure is because a large portion of the "diseases" aren't real diseases. I think a wise comedian once said that any disease you get yelled at for having- is not a real disease...for example...damn ir Ralph ur an alcholic...doesn't sound the same as damn it ralph u have lupis..one of them just doesnt seem right...and its so true. People drink cuz they like to drink, not because its a genetic disease. Alcoholics may have a lack of will power but thats not a disease, its a life choice. I know a lot of people who have fell to temptation but i dont consider them diseased, instead they fall under the category of being a sissy. They may even drink cuz they wanna kill themselves, and again i call them sissys. Charlie Rocket comitted suiside recently- a lot of u don't know who he is and thats probably a large reason why he sliced open his neck and turned himself into a pez dispensor. I give him credit it though, he was a man about it. He went into the woods and did what he felt like he had to do, unlike Alchoholics who prolong their lives just to get sympathy and put their loved ones through hell. (sidenote: as King of LI...suicide isnt only legal its also encouraged for all lowlifes).  Gambling is another one- its not a disease..people like to bet b/c it gives them a rush...loike people who ride on roller coasters yet their is no disease for those people. I like to eat a lot of peanut butter b/c it tastes good and its high in protein...do i have a problem? am i diseased...no its retarded.

Obesity is another "disease" that we can just wipe off the old disease chalk board. If Ghandi (however u spell his name) can go on a hunger strike for weeks to prove a point, than fat people can go on a hunger strike for a couple of days to lose some extra baggage. If you weigh 700 lbs you're not diseased, you're disgusting..and i suggest you start sweating to the oldies and stop acting so helpless. I cant tell you how many times i've seen these MTV shows that try and make us feel bad for fat people...maybe there is something wrong with me- but i have no sympathy for them. People are battling real diseases like Aids and Cancer, but isntead of worrying about them..fat people want all the attention.Well no more- fat people are now labeled as such. they aren't obese, or portly, or even out of shape...nope, they are fat and in some instances "over the top- make you throw up ur lunch type of fat". AS KoLI fat people who want sympathy will be arrested and punioshed by being spit on by clergy men and hospital patients.

I know i'm not winning a lot of peoples votes right now- but i feel as if i have to tell it how i see it cuz our states men and women are going through life with their blinders on. Another thing that isnt going to get me votes is snipers..I FRIGEN LOVE THEM!!!! When that father and son team were picking people off a few years ago- i have to admit- i was glued to the tube. I didn't want those bastards to get caught. It was like watching Silence of the Lambs in real life... must see TV. Now i'm not promoting sniping out innocent men and women- thats just wrong..but if we could harnass that into something good then i think we'd be on to something...and i got it! We need snipers to take out the troublesome gangs and and criminals. I've devised a plan that will enable the snipers to patrol our streets, keeping us safe..They'll be hidden everywhere...on subways, in churchs, on top of buildings, and in trees...and if a criminal even thinks if trying something funny- he'll be filled with more wholes than swiss cheese. All these break-in on long island aren't gonna happen on my watch buddy!!!

Another group that will get sniped out are people with umbrellas...i got to admit this isnt for any legal issue, its just a pet peeve of mine. But i gotta ask, am i the only one who hate people who use umbrellas? I'm not talking about those people who walk the city streets on their way to work- u guys are safe. I'm talking about the people who get out of their cars, put up the umbrella and walk 10 feet to their buildings..i'm sorry but these people have to go. Most of the time it's not even a heavy down poor..i can understand the heavy rain but a mist? Nope, they deserve to feel reign of death!! Do they really think they are that precious that they cant get a little water on them...are they made of sugar or something? Have no fear folks, I've created a team...the WETS.... "Weather Empowered Team of Snipers"..they will go to random sites and if people are seen running with umbrellas they will be dropped like people on the board game "guess who?" It's the only way to end this madness. People will be warned though... on rainy days people are advised to turn on their radios b/c a Wets warning will be in effect.

Thats really just a small tidbit of the topics i'd be lobbying for. i know a lot of people may not fully stand behind my topics- but i'm sure you must agree with a lot of them

I am a man in a box

Before i start boring my fellow readers with a bunch of endless, go nowhere stroies...i'd like to take this moment to say thank you. Thank you all for caring.  I appreciate all the calls asking how my first and 2nd day of work was. In fairness to all of you- and in true Mike Cat fashion, i didnt bother to give you guys a call back. Truthfully, the reason i didnt call anyone back is b/c im a deushbag. A huge heeping, steaming pile of Deush. I know you prpbably were expecting a line of excuses but- i'm not about to play that game. I was a deek. i know that its not the right thing to do and i do appologize, however if i had called you back you might have gotten a sort of tainted view of what the job is. You see it's kind of impossible to get a sense of what an occupation is going to be like after only 1 day. Thats like asking a newly wed- hows he gonna like married life. You just don't know till you've been down that road. Let's face it- it's a whole new life that i just stepped into and thier is no way on that anyone can deny it. SO with that in mind...here is todays entry.

    As my bald head hit the pillow on "Columbus day" evening i knew it was going to be a long night. For the first time in a long time i had something to look forward to. I did wind up going to sleep but it was one of those nights where you wake up every hour and look at the clock for 10 minutes. Eventually i just got up, shut off my alarm about 1/2 hr before it was supposed to go off and i went down stairs and had some cereal. After reading the back of the honey nut cheerios box over 15 times, i finished my cereal and headed back upstairs. I put on my white collared shirt and my hagger slacks, and checkered tie. I wasn't nervous. I picked up my soft brief case, put on my glasses and right before i walked out the door i said goodbye to the old me.

  I was excited about being a white collar man. Unfortunately God wasn't. The rain was nonstop like tears from a recently dumped fat chick. Once the door shut and the seat belt clicked it was clear that there was no turning back. Little po'd that my XM radio reception sux on rainy days..its almost non existant. But I powered my way through the rain and traffic with FM radio although, the traffic going there wasn't bad at all. I actally sat in the parking lot for almost an hr, reading the daily news and eating a chewy bar until 9:40 then i walked in....Business was about to pick up.

   As soon as i walked in, i checked in with security and he pointed out that my name was on the plasma TV. It appears that all new employees have their names written on the TV.. it was cool at first but no1 really looks at it besides the new-bees.  During orientation, it was a lot of paper work..they went over benefits and such- and treated us to breakfast. We had to watch a painfully boring videoand then I was finally introduced to my co-workers and my cubicle!

                                                                       

  My manager is sweet as sugar, maybe even sweeter..i dunno. Her name is michelle which isnt too hard to remember cuz at saf-t-swim my manager was also michelle...wierd...anyway She's been great, she's taught me everything i need to know and never gets mad.  i also work with a chick names lekesha. I'll let u figure out her ethnicity. She's also nice and she showed me around and introduced me to a few peeps. Everyone there seems to be nice, i have this bitchy supervisor though..shes so bitchy. I'm talking the queen B, but at the same time...im in love with her. She isn't amazingly hot but the bitchyness and the fact that shes like a supervisor just adds bonus degrees of hotness. Shes the tanning salon type with the dark brown hair..i dont speak mucho Espanol but this senorita is freakin' fuerte. It just sux that shes my supervisor cuz i dont wanna get bitched at.  

 The work itself isn't very exciting its a lof of flippin back and forth between sheets and stuff. I guess i should tell you what it is that i do. I am single handedly or atleast for the most part in charge of sending orders to Target and Circuit City. I handle all of their accounts. I see how much stock we have in our warehouses and see how many units we are allocated and allowed to ship out. I cancel orders if they need to be canceled and more- i just dont know what else. It's a little dull but their is always something to do. In fact, i havent taken a lunch break yet..i eat while sititng at my computer and learning new shit.I have tried my best to pick up everything and what i havent learned, i try and pick up on my own. Thats really all i can say about my job so far. I dont know enough about it yet. Ask me in person if u have any questions- dont call i'll prob still be a dirt bag.

   I have my name on the cubicle already and i just got my own phone line today. My computer is password protected (like 40 different passwords..its insane). Needless tosay i'm actually diggin it. I've already started to decorate my office. It's not a small cube either- its pretty big. I got some yankee shit and some Jets shit thumb tacked to the walls and pretty soon i'm gonna post some pictures. I need some good ones though- so if you have any good friend shots- please send em my way. i plan on going shopping this weekend for some cool stuff for the office, any ideas?

  I woke up with such a pain in my neck again..this time i think i may have tweeked somehting while working out yesterday, but i'm not gonna tell my parents that. I put some bengay on it early this morning but had to wash it off before work. Now i have it on again..I sound like i'm 85, don't i? Please excuse me while i put on my favorite muder mystery program, matlock, and go to sleep in my Craft-madic Adjustable bed.   Im really gonna go to bed- ill see u all tomorrow!!!

Turning the pages

You know its kinda funny. I was cleaning out my room the other day and i stumbled upon my 6th grade journal. I got really excited till i realized it's not nearly as cool as i thought it would be. It was the classic black and white marble notebook probably of the Mead variety.  I opened it up and heard the crack. You know the crack or crackle of when u open a book that hasn't been opened in years. Well i know it well. Anyway i opened it up and gave it a quick glance. Each page had only a couple of lines of trash written. I call it trash b/c it was the most uninteresting piece of literature that I ever read. I've seen bumper stickers that were longer than these entries. But next to every 5 pages was a line from my teacher, Miss Zapalla, saying "needs more effort". I'm sorry but when ur in 6th grade what the F*** can you possibly talk about. I had no life back then and oddly enough I still dont. I guess she wanted to hear about my vicous battle with puberty or the previous nights episode of "Saved By The Bell" because really thats all i had to offer. I wound up getting a "D" on my entries...i'm not bitter about it but i kind of hope she's dead. No- im just kidding. I just think it's funny b/c i doubt that any1 from that class takes the time to write in a journal now adays. Not that i credit/blame her for being the reason i still write things down. I guess the influence and i think i may have mentioned this once before, was an old friend/crush Jackie Scannel. She told me way back in high school that she used to write 1 line per day to describe her mood or what happend that day. The line only made sense to her so it was a good way to express yourself and have full privacy. She encouraged me to do the same. I guess she knew i dabbled in poetry so thats why she thought i'd like it...but she probably could have told me to take a huge dump and dip my head in the water and i probably would have done it. I thought she was foxy what else can i say lol. SO yeah i did the 1 line thing but not everyday and then the 1 line thing turned into 2 or 3 and eventually i was writting paragraphs every few months. Then i came across this piece of GOLD and never looked back.

I'm ending my run at Saf-t-Swim this Saturday. Saturdays are usually HELL and thats no exageration. I have seen the devil on many occasions, but hopefully i can turn this sat into a joyous occasion. It been a 2 year run, actually more than 2 years and i definately feel i gained a lot from working there. I'm certainly going to miss the people i worked with and worked for. I may even miss some of the parents..only a few. A SMALL FEW. But i wont miss the job. I worked with an older woman the last 2 weeks- sweetest lady in the world. She said to me that she loved working at saf-t-swim and i just couldn't say the same. Like i said the people are great but i dont like the headaches that are invlved. So with that being said I'm excited/nervous about starting my new job on Tuesday. I'm excited that i'll be getting real money and have a real job but im nervous b/c i dont know what to expect. Also I'm the new guy. It sux being the new guy. No friends, and lotta pressure to pick things up quickly. I'm sure i'll make it work though.

I just finished writting thank you letters to 2 or my bosses and another employee who has been a huge help to me while being there. I wish i was able to leave the company with more time to prepare for my departure however, when oppurtunity knocks u gotta answer the door. Speaking of answering the door. What was the latest you've ever recieved a package?? 3 pm, 5pm maybe?  today we got a delivery at 7:45 pm. Thats crazyness isnt it? The only thing that should be ringin at 7:45 is the dinner bell. I dont know who is delivering these packages 75 year old men- b/c they obviously arent moving at the speed of light.