Fuck the muthafuckin pigs!!!!!!!!!!
So,I post my resume on Monster.com around noonish yesterday. By 3pm, I'd had 2 phone calls which let to interviews, and 2 e-mails which I can follow up on for 8 more interviews. Damn, talk about fast results. I'm pretty stoked, I hope at least one of these places pans out for me.
Later on, I head out to Goodyear with my neighbor Mike, his friends Kelly and Cali, and my buddy Chuck for a shindig. We get there, play a few games of fuck the dealer and circle of death, and I've suddenly got 4 very trashed people to deal with. Luckily, I didn't join the games, so I was perfectly sober. So later on, as we're heading home, a cop pulls us over. I am dd, and chuck is the only other person over 21, so when I saw those lights, I just about shit myself, cuz the other three people in the car were trashed as hell. The officer walks up, asks me to get out immediately, and I stumble out the car because my goddamn sandals get caught on the edge of the door as I get out. So that's a great start. Then, he asks me to follow the pen with my eye. Mike was smoking a cigarrette in the car, so my contacts were dry and itchy from that...so I pretty much looked like a spas with all the blinking and squinting I was doing. He tells me I failed(SHIT!!!), so he makes me do the linewalk, and I also have to hold one foot up and count to 20. Thank god I got through that part okay at least. He also talks to me a little bit, I guess to make sure I'm coherent. Finally, he's convinced I'm sober, doesn't write me a ticket for going 56 in a 35(everyone in the car was bitching about having to pee, so I was hauling ass back home), and that's how I got through my first field sobriety test. Whew!
Later on, I head out to Goodyear with my neighbor Mike, his friends Kelly and Cali, and my buddy Chuck for a shindig. We get there, play a few games of fuck the dealer and circle of death, and I've suddenly got 4 very trashed people to deal with. Luckily, I didn't join the games, so I was perfectly sober. So later on, as we're heading home, a cop pulls us over. I am dd, and chuck is the only other person over 21, so when I saw those lights, I just about shit myself, cuz the other three people in the car were trashed as hell. The officer walks up, asks me to get out immediately, and I stumble out the car because my goddamn sandals get caught on the edge of the door as I get out. So that's a great start. Then, he asks me to follow the pen with my eye. Mike was smoking a cigarrette in the car, so my contacts were dry and itchy from that...so I pretty much looked like a spas with all the blinking and squinting I was doing. He tells me I failed(SHIT!!!), so he makes me do the linewalk, and I also have to hold one foot up and count to 20. Thank god I got through that part okay at least. He also talks to me a little bit, I guess to make sure I'm coherent. Finally, he's convinced I'm sober, doesn't write me a ticket for going 56 in a 35(everyone in the car was bitching about having to pee, so I was hauling ass back home), and that's how I got through my first field sobriety test. Whew!