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Well, I havn't done an update in a while, and I have nothing to do so might as well.
So, where should I begin, I guess we should start with the small talk. Eight months at Lowe's...wow, im a loser. It's not that bad, it's actually been pretty chill lately, other than the normal drama at work. Theres one thing im getting sick of, is this "Days of our Lowe's" shit. It's as if I am working on the set of a soap opera. Who's fucking who, who's not showing up to work, who's a bad manager. I think it's safe to say that the novelty is wearing out, and I've starting to wonder how the hell am I avoiding drama, while everyone else is stuck back in high school. These are people 25-60 acting like they're 14, and to tell you the truth it's pretty disturbing.
Smoked with my co-worker last night, thats the only positive out of the swarm of negatives thats been happening lately. Jenna is a sweet girl, bit of a temper though.
Hmm whenever I think of hanging out with a co-worker I feel sort of like a loser. I mean I guess it was bound to happen I'm with these guys all day, but yet theres a strange feeling seeing them when not on lowes property, but eh oh well. I guess I gotta hango ut with them anyways, I see everyone else every now and then, but scheduals never really match up, so no time to chill.
But enough of the idle chit chat, interesting turn of events today:
From hence forth, my family will be moving out of our current location. This was comming for a long time, and we're currently broke, but this is what set me off.
So I was just smokin weed in my basement, you know, normal ol' day. I got out, went in my house to gather my things before heading off to the wonderful place I work. Then I hear a knock on the backdoor as if it was a pissed off cop. I knew who it was instantly because we're pretty late on the rent, and the landlords son is a fucking undercover cop for san jose police. I answer the door, and the expected question came "Hey, do you have the rent?" Oh and guess who I see, ol' Mr. Brasil, the owner of the house, a sweet old portugese man, who just happens to be immensly pissed. So I say "well they don't tell me anything, my mom should be home after 5 and my sister after 6, they still havn't given it to you?" He goes "Yeah, your four months late..." And Mr. Brasil being the sweet old man that he is says in a thick portugese accent "Where is my money!?" as he rubbs his fingers together like a fucking loan shark. And I was thinking Woa, four fucking months, no one ever told me that.
"Why you no pay rent?"
"Well sir I don't really handle that, I just pay the cable."
"This, no more (actual translation)" as he shook his hands in a vertical motion "You no pay, you get out!"
"K, i'll be sure to let em know"
Fucking cock sucker. So I was walking out the front door, they were snooping around the basement (probably smelt the pot, heh fuckin' pig) and we were both in the front yard leaving, he points to my sisters broken down car, and says
"Is this your sisters car?"
"yeah, the engine is messed up though, why?"
"Well don't be surprised if your neighbors complain that its parked out here"
Now, I know how pigs work, and I knew what this cock sucker was getting at.
"Well, we know all our neighbors and talk to them and non of em complained at all"
"I'm just sayin don't be surprised if you get a complaint and get it towed"
How mature. We're broke, so your gonna try to call a tow truck to tow my sisters car, amazing. Well those two faggots drove off together into the sunset, and I made my way to work.
So, after 20 years of renting this place (which also makes me wonder what the fuck were my parents doing renting for 20 years) this bastard comes to me, yelling at me saying "Where's my money? " Since I was still high I started zoning out and got a flashback of me playing in the backyard when I was still in pre-school. Talking to Mr. Brasil him saying cheerfully "Do you play soccer? No? Oh come on!" and now warp 17 years later, him looking me dead in the eye asking for his money, with his little pig son as his enforcer. Amazing how all that goes out the window when money is involved. Fuck him. All he is, is a fucking slum lord, nothing more, nothing less. There are so many things that needs to be fixed in this house, hell I sold him a very good toilet at my job (*sigh) and all I can think was "hey, im not gonna sit on that, what a fucker." 20 years, now get the hell out cause you don't have my money.
During this my mom started calling her lawyer saying she needs to get her case settled, and that bitch was like " I wish i could go in there and settle it, but [insert excuse here]" I'm said "mom, switch your fucking lawyer...now." But knowing that worthless cunt, she'll probably procrastinate on that too. She finally broke down, swallowed her pride and asked dad. My dad said she'll get back to her, drove all the way over here in his new car, and said no. That son of a bitch. He baught two houses and a new car, and has another one, and he's just getting a kick out of our situation. He waited till Niki and I were 18 and just said "see ya". My dad, is the same as my grandma, a bitter fucking old man, spawned from a bitter old woman. He gives a fuck about no one but himself, and the funny thing is, well I have a half-brother (yeah the wierd things you don't know about people) from this broad he got pregnant in Michigan. Well I guess he did the same thing with him too, so this isn't out of character for him. If I see this son of bitch, Im going to knock his fucking knee caps out, fucking coward. Fuck him too.
So the battle plan is:
Pay the slum lord off
Move out
I'm switching to full-time unfortunatly, but it's time to extend my payments to both cable and rent. More and more the army becomes a more viable option.
Life becomming your work, loneliness, not knowing when your going to eat, not knowing if you'll have a roof over your head. So, I finally discovered what depression is.
Eh, I'll live.
So, where should I begin, I guess we should start with the small talk. Eight months at Lowe's...wow, im a loser. It's not that bad, it's actually been pretty chill lately, other than the normal drama at work. Theres one thing im getting sick of, is this "Days of our Lowe's" shit. It's as if I am working on the set of a soap opera. Who's fucking who, who's not showing up to work, who's a bad manager. I think it's safe to say that the novelty is wearing out, and I've starting to wonder how the hell am I avoiding drama, while everyone else is stuck back in high school. These are people 25-60 acting like they're 14, and to tell you the truth it's pretty disturbing.
Smoked with my co-worker last night, thats the only positive out of the swarm of negatives thats been happening lately. Jenna is a sweet girl, bit of a temper though.
Hmm whenever I think of hanging out with a co-worker I feel sort of like a loser. I mean I guess it was bound to happen I'm with these guys all day, but yet theres a strange feeling seeing them when not on lowes property, but eh oh well. I guess I gotta hango ut with them anyways, I see everyone else every now and then, but scheduals never really match up, so no time to chill.
But enough of the idle chit chat, interesting turn of events today:
From hence forth, my family will be moving out of our current location. This was comming for a long time, and we're currently broke, but this is what set me off.
So I was just smokin weed in my basement, you know, normal ol' day. I got out, went in my house to gather my things before heading off to the wonderful place I work. Then I hear a knock on the backdoor as if it was a pissed off cop. I knew who it was instantly because we're pretty late on the rent, and the landlords son is a fucking undercover cop for san jose police. I answer the door, and the expected question came "Hey, do you have the rent?" Oh and guess who I see, ol' Mr. Brasil, the owner of the house, a sweet old portugese man, who just happens to be immensly pissed. So I say "well they don't tell me anything, my mom should be home after 5 and my sister after 6, they still havn't given it to you?" He goes "Yeah, your four months late..." And Mr. Brasil being the sweet old man that he is says in a thick portugese accent "Where is my money!?" as he rubbs his fingers together like a fucking loan shark. And I was thinking Woa, four fucking months, no one ever told me that.
"Why you no pay rent?"
"Well sir I don't really handle that, I just pay the cable."
"This, no more (actual translation)" as he shook his hands in a vertical motion "You no pay, you get out!"
"K, i'll be sure to let em know"
Fucking cock sucker. So I was walking out the front door, they were snooping around the basement (probably smelt the pot, heh fuckin' pig) and we were both in the front yard leaving, he points to my sisters broken down car, and says
"Is this your sisters car?"
"yeah, the engine is messed up though, why?"
"Well don't be surprised if your neighbors complain that its parked out here"
Now, I know how pigs work, and I knew what this cock sucker was getting at.
"Well, we know all our neighbors and talk to them and non of em complained at all"
"I'm just sayin don't be surprised if you get a complaint and get it towed"
How mature. We're broke, so your gonna try to call a tow truck to tow my sisters car, amazing. Well those two faggots drove off together into the sunset, and I made my way to work.
So, after 20 years of renting this place (which also makes me wonder what the fuck were my parents doing renting for 20 years) this bastard comes to me, yelling at me saying "Where's my money? " Since I was still high I started zoning out and got a flashback of me playing in the backyard when I was still in pre-school. Talking to Mr. Brasil him saying cheerfully "Do you play soccer? No? Oh come on!" and now warp 17 years later, him looking me dead in the eye asking for his money, with his little pig son as his enforcer. Amazing how all that goes out the window when money is involved. Fuck him. All he is, is a fucking slum lord, nothing more, nothing less. There are so many things that needs to be fixed in this house, hell I sold him a very good toilet at my job (*sigh) and all I can think was "hey, im not gonna sit on that, what a fucker." 20 years, now get the hell out cause you don't have my money.
During this my mom started calling her lawyer saying she needs to get her case settled, and that bitch was like " I wish i could go in there and settle it, but [insert excuse here]" I'm said "mom, switch your fucking lawyer...now." But knowing that worthless cunt, she'll probably procrastinate on that too. She finally broke down, swallowed her pride and asked dad. My dad said she'll get back to her, drove all the way over here in his new car, and said no. That son of a bitch. He baught two houses and a new car, and has another one, and he's just getting a kick out of our situation. He waited till Niki and I were 18 and just said "see ya". My dad, is the same as my grandma, a bitter fucking old man, spawned from a bitter old woman. He gives a fuck about no one but himself, and the funny thing is, well I have a half-brother (yeah the wierd things you don't know about people) from this broad he got pregnant in Michigan. Well I guess he did the same thing with him too, so this isn't out of character for him. If I see this son of bitch, Im going to knock his fucking knee caps out, fucking coward. Fuck him too.
So the battle plan is:
Pay the slum lord off
Move out
I'm switching to full-time unfortunatly, but it's time to extend my payments to both cable and rent. More and more the army becomes a more viable option.
Life becomming your work, loneliness, not knowing when your going to eat, not knowing if you'll have a roof over your head. So, I finally discovered what depression is.
Eh, I'll live.