Please pay me. It's been two weeks. There's this lovely contract I have to upkeep. It's called Rent. I'm not a good-looking fellow, so it's not like I can skate on beauty and the lanlord's non-existent lust.

Been two weeks. I think a check is adequate compensation by now.

IRS, this also means you're fired if you don't call back by Thursday.

And while we're at it....



Dear Sun,

Screw you. I'm buying vertical blinds. Let's see how you like them apples. I don't stop YOU from resting from your mass chemical reactions with bright, glaring light. Your shiny personality is unwarranted and, now, undesired. Stop waking me up.


ps: screw you too, daylight savings time. You're not saving me a damn thing. I'm punching Ben Franklin when I die.

My brain disconnected sometime the night before last...I think. Yeah, it was definitely Sunday eve. Not just writing, I can't seem to think long enough to do anything that isn't reflexive exercises.

Might just be the headcold. Huh.

I've got two jobs, now--scheduling to be announced. It's more like 1.2 jobs, despite eating up enough time for two. Well, that's how I'm getting paid, anyway. Regardless, it's good enough to make rent & utilities.

I really need to mosey to the store for some cold medicine. But ugh screw biking. Might just accidentally my whole front frame or something.

No balance. I have no balance. :D

I've done nothing critical--my pocket's a little short and I'm still on the hunt for a secondary job. Particularly since I'm not going to meet my 18 hour week requirement at Mars Land.

Nothing much has been happening--bored out my gourd and definitely should be studying or something.

In Touhou news I finally cleared one of the damn games fair and square. Sweet, sweet victory.

Yeah, I'm not going to work today. The light from the outside is being reflected by the foot of SNOW. Which is probably ice by now, if it won't be in two hours. Even I have my limits in my insanity.

... what to do with myself in the meantime. :x

Calculations have lead me to conclude that at absolute minimum, my job can't maintain my already-sparse lifestyle. It's just enough to chip at the bills that are right in front of me.

Which means I really have to take up a double job, or look into something that pays more on top of giving solid hours. Which is slightly disappointing and decidedly annoying. I mean, I'm just settling into this place, but already it seems like it's time to go. I rather like getting comfortable in a routine--dynamics aren't my thing when it involves snatching the ground from underneath my feet.

But then, this is something I can more or less take at a unhurried pace. So long as I'm trained and covered in more than three departments for this retail gig, I can net the hours necessary to keep myself afloat for another five months. I can't help out like I want to or do the bill hacking that I want to, but I'd be able to sustain self and roof over head.

Then, the obvious conclusion is to look back into my fields of expertise. Retail & food services are nice, but they don't quite pay bills. I have this afternoon's goal, then. Well, that and getting a shave & haircut so I cease to look like a malnourished Wookie.

>Wake up
>Don't want to get out of bed
>Do it anyway
>Make lunch
>Get to work
>No one there again
>Spend an hour in the local Einstein Bros enjoying a Chai Latte
>Get some AU plotting done
>People come in to work
>Find out not scheduled today
>feelsbadman
>Express interest in learning more departments/responsibilities
>Sat down to take exams on the clock
>Now sitting at home in comfort
>everythingwentbetterthanexpected.gif


And on top of that, avast is working out quite nicely and behaving with my other programs. Unlike that other virus program. I can easily map out the rest of my day--this is totally a cool reprieve to what will be a busy weekend.

Okay, I'm about as attentive as a stormtrooper in the forest. Friends' list updated?

So sometime in the area of the computer watching me doze on the couch I got a call from some nice people at chik-fil-a that had told me back in Nov that they'd contact me in about six weeks. Man, they weren't kidding.

Soooo I'm potentially looking at 20 of my 24 hours being spoken for as far as work/transportation goes. Er....

... yay?

Right. Off to pick up a check. Maybe hit up the bank.

You know, if a REAL JEHOVA'S WITNESS was concerned about my immortal soul, they'd have spent far more time talking the good book and trying to see a bit about my life and how quickly I can get to their establishment for studies over trying to get my personal information.

What's the day coming to. 8|d

If I talk about work, it's actually been pretty good. The load for Christmas was awful and huge, but even that has been an easy handle. If I get to Marshall's, it gets easy to watch the store. Stock items, check prices, mark clearance, put things where they belong, answer customer questions--it's all brainless work. Yeah, convos with coworkers goes into sports, girls, parties, and everything else I'm not too strongly interested, but I think that's the only major drawback. I'm getting an even break. No biggie. Once I solidify a goal, I can do even better things with my time.

The qualifier is if I can get to the job. I don't even live an hour away--it's a twenty minute run on bike. Three bikes in the last week have died or been faulty to a point of threatening to hurt me. I'm at wit's end about this issue.

I really don't mind and wholeheartedly appreciate help getting to work, but I rather treasure dearly being able to transport on my own. "Why not a car, Darryl?" Simple!

- Gas: 20 min by bike is 10 by car. Waste.
- Insurance: Ga ordinance. You have it or you go to jail. I make 140 on a good week. Yeah, how about no.
- Justification: We live in a hub. Food, hospitals, medical, hobby shops--all around the corner. Pleasant Hill traffic on a good day is infuriating.
- Outright fear I have YET in my near-thirty years to possess a car that hasn't died on me or hasn't been run into the ground through family other parties. I'm so very damned tired of that runabout. It's hard to bum a ride on a bike, did you know that? Really, really hard. Tell me to get over this irrational fear after everyone else in the world have overcome theirs.
- Bills: I have a lot. A lot. A. lot.
- Upkeep: I. Can't. Afford it. And I'm not getting anyone else to foot the bill. I'll threaten my own bodily harm if they can't be conformed otherwise.

Anyway, it's something wonderful and dear for me to be able to get somewhere under my own two feet, or my own means. Circumstances I can understand, but it's a bloody friggin bike. Who has this kind of stupid luck? Faulty handlebar sets and gear sprockets that have been run down to nothing--therefore not moving the wheel with the chain? In a bran-friggin-new bike? Really?

So I'm hunting for this weekend because I really don't have a choice and I'll unjustifiably punch the salesman at Wal-Mart if I have to return one more bike after this. The circumstances are ridiculous, no matter how real they are.

And little does fate know it has to concoct better plans if it wants to break my legs.

Thank you, Luci.