WORK UPDATE and then some.
Well, as any loyal reader knows, God loves them best...also, they'd know I start work on the 1st. But what they didn't know was that I actually go in Monday and learn how to do my job for $150. HOLY SHIT THEY AMBUSHED ME. And to make it worse I work half a day, for real, that Friday. This snowball of responsibility is getting out of hand. In fact, it's prompted me to begin looking for the future Mrs. James Fucking Foster. I'll be damned if marriage gets the better of me in such a manner. YOU MAY STAGGER THE MONOLITHIC FOSTER BUT YOU WILL NOT FELL HIM. I will forever be supported by a sturdy foundation of pride. Actually, I envision myself dying on my feet...like giving my "farewell speech" as King of Earth. Then just passing away standing there and then they can build the mausoleum right around me. Or just kick me over into a ditch...what do I care? I'm dead.
Anyway, back on track. I am getting a bit more nervous about working. I know this makes all lesser beings feel like we have a bond BUT WE DON'T! This is the kind of nervousness that would melt the skin of highly trained soldiers....like those Navy W.A.L.R.U.S. guys. Yeah, we are talkin' pee pee panties here. Me? Well, under this intense pressure I think a bead of sweat rolled down my temple...but only partway because I punched it into oblivion, which is coincidentally the same as getting it on my fist. Who knew, right? ....Don't ask stupid questions.
It's the heft of being an mature adult with a job that makes you really miss the little things in life. Saturday morning cartoons...high speed internet...alcohol before noon...sleeping until you get sick of sleeping....not showering for weeks on end(not that I do that but it is a readily available option to me). I guess those count as little things. At any rate I will certainly miss them. Oh, I had hoped to not make this post as long and drawn out as my previous few but I've been a bit wordy lately. Possibly too much bran or too idle a mind. Or a confusing combination of the two.
As for this promising Saturday, I hope to get the Go-Mobile tuned up a bit. Meaning I want to get all the fluids changed...just like me in Thailand. Lord knows my sister probably never did. I feel sad for the old Jeep though. Been down many miles of road. Been towed, slammed into by another car, probably some other fantastically amazing things. And still drives pretty damn good. But, the transmission is about to go on it...I can feel it...like, really feel it. You can rev the engine a bit and it won't go anywhere then jump forward. I've learned to ease it along...not be too rough on it. But it will need a transplant. Also, I need to clean the fuck out of it. If I'm to be escorting women about with it I'll need it to be in top condition.
Well, I seem incapable to make a short post for people to read. I guess upon the third entry, the rants devolve into ramblings. I just seem to droll on and on! Sadly most of which is recycled from previous posts, basically repeating word for word what was said...with a possible update tacked on the end. Eh, so what. With any luck I'll eventually get tired of talking about it and move on. Or something else equally as spectacular will warrant its own post. I do enjoy the rambling though. And we all know I am prone to doing as James Fucking Foster pleases.
Laughter: The shortest distance between two people.
Anyway, back on track. I am getting a bit more nervous about working. I know this makes all lesser beings feel like we have a bond BUT WE DON'T! This is the kind of nervousness that would melt the skin of highly trained soldiers....like those Navy W.A.L.R.U.S. guys. Yeah, we are talkin' pee pee panties here. Me? Well, under this intense pressure I think a bead of sweat rolled down my temple...but only partway because I punched it into oblivion, which is coincidentally the same as getting it on my fist. Who knew, right? ....Don't ask stupid questions.
It's the heft of being an mature adult with a job that makes you really miss the little things in life. Saturday morning cartoons...high speed internet...alcohol before noon...sleeping until you get sick of sleeping....not showering for weeks on end(not that I do that but it is a readily available option to me). I guess those count as little things. At any rate I will certainly miss them. Oh, I had hoped to not make this post as long and drawn out as my previous few but I've been a bit wordy lately. Possibly too much bran or too idle a mind. Or a confusing combination of the two.
As for this promising Saturday, I hope to get the Go-Mobile tuned up a bit. Meaning I want to get all the fluids changed...just like me in Thailand. Lord knows my sister probably never did. I feel sad for the old Jeep though. Been down many miles of road. Been towed, slammed into by another car, probably some other fantastically amazing things. And still drives pretty damn good. But, the transmission is about to go on it...I can feel it...like, really feel it. You can rev the engine a bit and it won't go anywhere then jump forward. I've learned to ease it along...not be too rough on it. But it will need a transplant. Also, I need to clean the fuck out of it. If I'm to be escorting women about with it I'll need it to be in top condition.
Well, I seem incapable to make a short post for people to read. I guess upon the third entry, the rants devolve into ramblings. I just seem to droll on and on! Sadly most of which is recycled from previous posts, basically repeating word for word what was said...with a possible update tacked on the end. Eh, so what. With any luck I'll eventually get tired of talking about it and move on. Or something else equally as spectacular will warrant its own post. I do enjoy the rambling though. And we all know I am prone to doing as James Fucking Foster pleases.
Laughter: The shortest distance between two people.