Pound off the pounds America.
Today was a Gamestop day. Noon o'clock to four. And Jessie worked 3:30 to close, so I took her car home at like five. I ate and napped and subsequently did not get her calls to beckon me with food for her lunch break. Whoops. I still got there, a meal included. I wound up sitting in the lot from like 8:15 to 9:15. I read the installation instructions for Jessie's new CD receiver in her car. It's totally installed so it was really useless, but I guess it's my educational item of the day. I know how to find the power line, battery line, and hook up the speaker system correctly now. They involved weird tricks and gimmicks like AA batteries and little light bulbs and static.
Anyhoo.
Dave Livous came in to Gamestop today for an interview. I wasn't sure what to tell the manager when he asked me about my history with Dave and what I know of his character. I haven't talked to Dave in a long time, so I don't know what his take on this job will be. If he's serious about keeping it, then I'd tell John to hire him the next time he talks to him, fuck a second interview. But Gamestop is such a place for someone like Dave to rip off unscrupously and frequently. I don't want that whole 'He was your friend dude what the fuck now we hate you.'
Oh, and I found out that my first check at Gamstop will be in two weeks and two days. My next Pier One is one week two days, so that means every single Friday I will get a check, which I decided is way sweeter than lots every other.
I think I should get a midnight job and not tell the other jobs and vise versa, and I'll just work like 18 hours a day. I'll work a gas station and set up a system of "pulleys" that would poke me when somebody rolled up in that bitch. Actually, I would be a seriously bad health within three days of that, because the body needs a certain amount of deep, aka REM, sleep or else it gets uber fucked up. You can kill a cat by keeping it awake for a certain period.
Anyhoo.
Dave Livous came in to Gamestop today for an interview. I wasn't sure what to tell the manager when he asked me about my history with Dave and what I know of his character. I haven't talked to Dave in a long time, so I don't know what his take on this job will be. If he's serious about keeping it, then I'd tell John to hire him the next time he talks to him, fuck a second interview. But Gamestop is such a place for someone like Dave to rip off unscrupously and frequently. I don't want that whole 'He was your friend dude what the fuck now we hate you.'
Oh, and I found out that my first check at Gamstop will be in two weeks and two days. My next Pier One is one week two days, so that means every single Friday I will get a check, which I decided is way sweeter than lots every other.
I think I should get a midnight job and not tell the other jobs and vise versa, and I'll just work like 18 hours a day. I'll work a gas station and set up a system of "pulleys" that would poke me when somebody rolled up in that bitch. Actually, I would be a seriously bad health within three days of that, because the body needs a certain amount of deep, aka REM, sleep or else it gets uber fucked up. You can kill a cat by keeping it awake for a certain period.