Modern Economic Action Sports
Forgive me if I’ve been a bit silent recently. Two weeks ago, I was hired by AAA Oregon as a seasonal employee. I work in a call center, assisting people when their car breaks down or they lock their keys in their car. People call the AAA Roadside Assistance hotline, and I answer their calls, take down all the pertinent information, and send out a tow truck or locksmith to take care of their problem. With the wrong supervisers and co-workers, I could see how it could really be a hell job, but fortunately everyone I’ve met on the job seems really cool.
It’s amazing how much free time you have when you’re unemployed, and how little you have when you are, especially if you have to commute down to Lake Oswego every day. It’s incomprehensible how people spend years and years, sometimes all their adult lives just idling in bumper to bumper traffic. It takes me an hour and a half to get home after work, when it really should take twenty minutes. I feel like a huge jackass sitting alone in my big dinosaur car, sending out toxins into hot summer air, wasting gas and money like I was a Texas energy tycoon. All I really need to do to complete the scene is to blare right wing talk radio or some crusty old classic rock, and I’ll really have made the transition to respectable American adulthood. I used to think that I was better than all the suburban weekend warriors in Vancouver, but really, I’m not. I do the exact same things they do. Wake up obscenely early to get to work barely on time, sit staring at a computer screen for five hours, and go home too tired to be cool. Thank providence it’s only a temporary job, because I don’t think I can handle commuting much longer.
One of the tangible benefits of being employed is that I have money in useful amounts. I used to whine about how I couldn’t afford music gear, books, CDs, and clothes. But I can now. I now have a beautiful 30 watt Fender Deluxe tube amplifier, and I’m buying a buying a Boss Sp 303 Sampler with my next paycheck, just in time for the Hella show. Horray!
By the way, if any of you is of age, please come out to see the Nudes on the 28th at the Holocene. We need a strong crowd cheering the home team.
It’s amazing how much free time you have when you’re unemployed, and how little you have when you are, especially if you have to commute down to Lake Oswego every day. It’s incomprehensible how people spend years and years, sometimes all their adult lives just idling in bumper to bumper traffic. It takes me an hour and a half to get home after work, when it really should take twenty minutes. I feel like a huge jackass sitting alone in my big dinosaur car, sending out toxins into hot summer air, wasting gas and money like I was a Texas energy tycoon. All I really need to do to complete the scene is to blare right wing talk radio or some crusty old classic rock, and I’ll really have made the transition to respectable American adulthood. I used to think that I was better than all the suburban weekend warriors in Vancouver, but really, I’m not. I do the exact same things they do. Wake up obscenely early to get to work barely on time, sit staring at a computer screen for five hours, and go home too tired to be cool. Thank providence it’s only a temporary job, because I don’t think I can handle commuting much longer.
One of the tangible benefits of being employed is that I have money in useful amounts. I used to whine about how I couldn’t afford music gear, books, CDs, and clothes. But I can now. I now have a beautiful 30 watt Fender Deluxe tube amplifier, and I’m buying a buying a Boss Sp 303 Sampler with my next paycheck, just in time for the Hella show. Horray!
By the way, if any of you is of age, please come out to see the Nudes on the 28th at the Holocene. We need a strong crowd cheering the home team.