Oh Dear

A Relapse to the Old Days

Being laid off after a week and a half of working has caused me to relapse back into my old routine. I wake up sometime between 1 and 2 in the afternoon. I smoke a lot of cigarettes while drinking like 8 cups of coffee. Around 3:30pm, I walk to the 7eleven, buy either a six pack or a bottle of wine, and drink the rest of the night away. I keep thinking Im bound for something good to enter my life. I feel like a dude who is in a dramatic movie. His days are monotonous, drinking and smoking consumes the entire day, then a beautiful girl enters his life who is completely in love with him and he completely in love with her, and she won't leave him due to worldly obligations such as money, or other socially created bullshit. One problem. He can't move on from a past relationship, which he thinks could be renewed.

Oh he's hopeless.

Big Storm on The Horizon

Back on The Job HUNT

So today I was informed I no longer have a job. My manager has been telling me that the person I am replacing will be coming back.. in April. Also, when she comes back, he'll find another position for me. She came back today. I got a big "that's it" from my boss, which I replied, "huh? what?"

What a fucking douche-bag. No "thanks" or anything, just "that's it." Who the fuck does that? I fill in for a week and a half to save his ass and to help the company and I get a "that's it." Fuck you. This is exactly why I don't want to work. Managers and companies are so fucking lame and inhuman its ridiculous. There's no care that I've been looking for a fucking job for a year and finally was able to land this shit job and get comfortable with it, just to be told "that's it." Go fuck yourself.

VW Woes

So today was my first day of work. It was decent. I got to work at three and started mopping immediately all the way until 6:30. After mopping the bakery on Fremont, which is a large place, I had to go to the bakery on Hawthorne and mop all over again. I was tired and cranky, but its good to get some exercise while working. I got off at 11 and just wanted to go home.

There was one problem.

The bus wouldn't start! Fuck! I called Kristen, one of my roommates, and she came and met me. The engine was turning over fine but it wouldn't fire up. I figured I must be out of gas (I can't tell because my gauge doesn't work). That was the easy fix anyways. She drove me to the gas station to fill up my 1 gallon jug and then we went back to the bus. I put the gallon in and after a few cranks the bus fired up. Hopefully that was the problem and there's no mechanical issues.

I don't have to work until next Wednesday, so I'll have time to sort it out. Plus, my reverse lights stopped working too and I still can't get the damn stereo to work.

Im no good with electrical problems.

A Job!

So I happened to wander far enough and I have landed a job. Its not pretty, but it'll do the trick for now. Its at Grand Central Bakery here in Portland. I will be on the maintenance crew cleaning a few days a week. Hopefully I'll be able to make enough *dough* to pay rent and maintain the good old VW Bus.

It was quite daunting walking in just to talk to the guy who will be hiring me. I always get anxious and this time was like any other. First question, right off the bat- "So, tell me about yourself." Tell you about myself? What is there to tell, really? Was I to say, "Yeah, I wandered out of New York a few months back and went to Alaska, wandered around Fairbanks for awhile and now I wandered down the west coast to good old Portland, Oregon (with no plans or really any money to speak of) and now I've wandered into your nice little bakery here and I'd like a job, but not really." No, no, no. I had to say, "Why yes sir, I would love to join your machine of cleaning." And, "I am a really hard worker and I will try my best here."

Man, I hate walking into strange work-zones and talking to a guy who has the ability to say "yes" or "no" on whether they will hire you. They just gaze you up and down and make judgments in their mind and look down upon you like you are the scum of the universe. Then, they go to church on sunday and tell themselves they are such a good person, maybe run a couple people off the road on the way and flip 'em the bird.

Note: I am writing in generalities here and am in no way interpreting my interview, or interviewer today.

Eh

So I am debating whether or not to upload my poetry and short stories onto the internet. I have this weird anxiousness about doing so. Maybe in the near future when I get enough energy to transcribe my journals (im old fashioned and use paper to write on) onto the net, they will appear here.

In other news, Im sick. The progression of this was weird. One day, I had a sore throat. The next day I had a cough. Now, the third day, I have a stuffy nose.

NOT cool.

Goodbye APC

So I finally decided to do it. I've sold my super sweet, most favorite jeans in the world. I bought them like a year ago while I was in Japan for like $160. I sold them yesterday for $100. Not bad of a turn around.

A Clear Day

Holy shit, its not raining today in Portland. What is this, like the fucking second or third day since I've been here that it's been clear out?

And since it's a decent day, I took to painting the front bumper of the bus. Of course, it didn't turn out right and looks like shit. It looks worse than it did before I painted it. What the fuck, something go right!

No Vince, nothing will go right for you. You are a loser. A good-for-nothing.