Things are going well, besides the things that aren't
I finally got a steady job and I think it may be my dream job. If you've ever experienced warehouse work then maybe you'll understand that it has a lonely quality which I seem to thrive on. Of course, that depends of what sort of warehouse experience you've had. In the past, when I worked at Nike in Wilsonville... I would wake up at 4 in the morning, shove my girlfriend at the time awake, in order to get a ride. In the car, we would rarely talk because it's 4 in the fucking morning and I would eat my prepared breakfast and watch as we pass through the darkness of night. Upon arrival, I would greet the quiet warehouse and its quiet employees then drag my feet to my noisy section where i would work alongside two others. We could not talk, only yell for when we had to communicate over the noise, and we generally kept to ourselves in ear stuffed grogginess. Throughout the workday we would work quickly and orderly to recycle shoes. Everyday was usually the same... load shoes, shift shoes, sort shoes, run shoes through the machine, fix the machine, etc. Throughout this repetitive process my body and mind meditated, much like how I zone out in detailed drawings. Then I would walk to my parent's house a few miles away or jump in my girlfriend's car and feel sociable, tired, and happy having spent a workday in my own head.
This warehouse is like that but less noisy and slightly more chatter... it's actually much like a library, except we don't really have to keep our voices down. In the pulling section, there are aisles of used and new books that we have to wander in and out of pulling books. Sometimes I run into a fellow employee, say "excuse me", sometimes I see noone for an hour but a few aisles down Don (I think) starts busting out a rap song until Whitney shouts "shut the fuck up!". I like the B section of the aisles because it's by the large door that shows the train tracks, very visually interesting. I also like the 250 pound version of my brother who likes to talk to me about everything, like "what's the weird thing you were eating at lunch?" and "when you're playing Rugby and a girl tackles you, do you just want to chase them down and beat them up?" Later in the day, I'll go to scan books which is very repetitive and requires very little thought, therefore meditation ensues. Sometimes I'll get a whiff of marijuanna from my trainer, eavesdrop on Whitney as she flirts with the skinny, white gangster. Sometimes I'll sneak a little extra time, unwatched, to flip through the interesting book in my hand and briefly contemplate stealing it.
Work is five miles from my new place in NE, therefore I look forward to my early morning and early evening bikes rides to and fro.
My Rugby, spanish speaking, personal trainer, ladyfriend is sort of driving me crazy. I also got mistaken as her exgirlfriend last night. Afterwards, I immediately bought a Jameson's neat.
My first Rugby game, friendly match, was yesterday. I played a lot, tackled a lot, scored, was given compliments a lot, got tired, and smiled. Now I have to keep it up against the way more competitive games ahead. I'll be traveling to Minneapolis this coming weekend to play a beastly team and stay with a girl who has a very deep voice. Oh, and I woke up this morning not wanting to move because every part of my body was screaming "what have you done to me!?". I've been moving very slowly ever since.
I got into Blow Pony for free, scored free beers and a shot, then got ditched by the girl that made it all happen because she got too drunk (?). She apologized today. I mentally apologized for using her.
Now, I'm going to watch Ghost World, pass out, and try not to dream about anything that's annoying my brain.
This warehouse is like that but less noisy and slightly more chatter... it's actually much like a library, except we don't really have to keep our voices down. In the pulling section, there are aisles of used and new books that we have to wander in and out of pulling books. Sometimes I run into a fellow employee, say "excuse me", sometimes I see noone for an hour but a few aisles down Don (I think) starts busting out a rap song until Whitney shouts "shut the fuck up!". I like the B section of the aisles because it's by the large door that shows the train tracks, very visually interesting. I also like the 250 pound version of my brother who likes to talk to me about everything, like "what's the weird thing you were eating at lunch?" and "when you're playing Rugby and a girl tackles you, do you just want to chase them down and beat them up?" Later in the day, I'll go to scan books which is very repetitive and requires very little thought, therefore meditation ensues. Sometimes I'll get a whiff of marijuanna from my trainer, eavesdrop on Whitney as she flirts with the skinny, white gangster. Sometimes I'll sneak a little extra time, unwatched, to flip through the interesting book in my hand and briefly contemplate stealing it.
Work is five miles from my new place in NE, therefore I look forward to my early morning and early evening bikes rides to and fro.
My Rugby, spanish speaking, personal trainer, ladyfriend is sort of driving me crazy. I also got mistaken as her exgirlfriend last night. Afterwards, I immediately bought a Jameson's neat.
My first Rugby game, friendly match, was yesterday. I played a lot, tackled a lot, scored, was given compliments a lot, got tired, and smiled. Now I have to keep it up against the way more competitive games ahead. I'll be traveling to Minneapolis this coming weekend to play a beastly team and stay with a girl who has a very deep voice. Oh, and I woke up this morning not wanting to move because every part of my body was screaming "what have you done to me!?". I've been moving very slowly ever since.
I got into Blow Pony for free, scored free beers and a shot, then got ditched by the girl that made it all happen because she got too drunk (?). She apologized today. I mentally apologized for using her.
Now, I'm going to watch Ghost World, pass out, and try not to dream about anything that's annoying my brain.