Update
Well, I said back in November that I would give you guys an update soon, but, better late than never. I finally feel like writing in this thing. I'm one of those people who have to be in the mood to write before they can or do, whichever the case may be. I have a little bit to talk about this time around so bare with me...
Work has become a bit of a soap opera. A lot of motherfuckers have been talking about walking out. I even asked Sarah if she would hook me up with an application from Olive Garden, since she works there and is giving some to a couple of other people. None of us like what we do, and most of us hate it. The weird part is that all of the ones who are threatening to walk out are all on night shift. I would do it today if I had another job lined up. Mark my words. If I do get another job, the pay is better, the work isn't harder, and I'm treated well; the next day I'm at Zaxby's, I will take off my apron, remove my name tag, take off my hat, leave all of it behind, and leave. John, a guy I work with and most liked and respected in my book out of all of them, has said he is leaving in March and moving up to Maine. I thought about sticking it out until he goes and then making my exit, but, if I get something better lined up before then, hold on to your hats. It might just happen before christmas. I'm going up north to visit my old man for a little bit over the holidays, and if they tell me I can't have any time off, that'll be the last straw.
I heard from Sarah that come January, since a law has been passed that would raise the minimum wage in Florida to $6.15 an hour, we would be getting a raise that would give us 6.75 an hour. Ain't gonna happen. What's gonna happen is David (owner of the place) is gonna cut it down to 6.25. That in itself makes me wanna walk out and take a nice long heavy piss on the whole fuckin place. But if I do end up leaving because of that, I wouldn't mind seeing David one more time, if only for the purpose of busting him in his fuckin mouth for what he's doing to us. Many of us can't make ends meet half the time as it is, especially with Christmas only being a couple weeks away; and he's gonna pull some shit like that? Uh Uh. I don't think so, fucknut. But I don't even think 6.75 an hour would make a lot of our people stay anyway. They're sick of the way management is treating them, and I don't blame 'em a damn bit.
For those of you who know about Tera, I'm letting you guys know right now that it's over between us, as far as a relationship is concerned anyway. I felt like I was being pushed around, and controlled. I don't like it when I have to watch what I say and phrase every little fucking thing right just for the sake of keeping her from getting upset with me, in some form or fashion. I am not going to give myself to someone like that, and I don't sure ain't gonna marry someone like that either. A few words of advice to the ladies: if you have your eyes set on me (god forbid) and you're at least a fairly dominant individual, don't ever make me feel like you've got me wrapped around your finger 24/7 or like I'm being toyed with like a puppet on a string. I do not tolerate that shit, and I'm never going to. If you want a man who's going to submit to such fascist-like things, you're looking in the wrong place.
That's pretty much it. Oh, and my friend/dealer Donnie got busted for drunk driving and firing a concealed weapon and some other stuff that I don't know about. He got a year of probation, so I'm gonna have to start going to my old friend Biggn, from back in the old neighborhood. It'll be nice to get to see the old neighborhood more often. I miss that place. But, I remember saying it once before and I'll say it again. I miss living there, but, at the same, I've moved on from it. And considering all the memories it brought me, it's probably a good thing that I have. I'm a very nostalgic person. I used to look back on the past and wish I had it back, cause there was a part of me inside that wanted it back. And in some ways, I still do. If I could trade working a job for only 25 hours a week for 5.50 an hour for the old days of guzzling beer, smokin multiple blunts at the time, and chasing the schoolgirl chicks around, I would. But, at the same time, I'm not the same person I was when all of that was going on. I've grown up, and in a lot of ways, sadly, I've grown apart. Apart from what once seemed like my eternal place of residence. Apart from the people who made it what it was. Apart from Timbercreek. Almost entirely. Did I grow up and move on with my life to at least try to make something of myself, or did I just break a promise to myself that I wouldn't leave it all behind? Did I move on and gain something, or did I move on and leave something behind? There will always be at least a small piece of me that will never leave Timbercreek, not even after I'm dead and in the ground. But life is a train all by itself, and not even Timbercreek and my wishes of being back there have brakes strong enough to bring the train of life to a halt. I have to get on it and go for the ride, or else my old friends and neighbors and memories won't be the only things left behind.
We all have memories like that. Places we haven't been to in years, but can still take you to it and through it with your eyes closed, and not miss a beat. People we haven't seen in ages but can still see and picture as clear as crystal. Cherish whatever it is you have left of the past. It has made you what you are today. And always remember that one place that you will always call home, no matter how long it's been since you lived there. Stay in touch with old neighbors, friends, if you can. You will thank yourself some day.
Alright, that's it. I gotta go take a shit. Stay gold, stay sharp. Above all, stay cool. For all of you motherfuckers out there who are doin somethin and goin for it, that's fucking beautiful, anybody who isn't, they're just a fuckin pussy.
With the utmost integrity and contempt for hate-filled hearts and minds,
Fuck The World
-Drew
Work has become a bit of a soap opera. A lot of motherfuckers have been talking about walking out. I even asked Sarah if she would hook me up with an application from Olive Garden, since she works there and is giving some to a couple of other people. None of us like what we do, and most of us hate it. The weird part is that all of the ones who are threatening to walk out are all on night shift. I would do it today if I had another job lined up. Mark my words. If I do get another job, the pay is better, the work isn't harder, and I'm treated well; the next day I'm at Zaxby's, I will take off my apron, remove my name tag, take off my hat, leave all of it behind, and leave. John, a guy I work with and most liked and respected in my book out of all of them, has said he is leaving in March and moving up to Maine. I thought about sticking it out until he goes and then making my exit, but, if I get something better lined up before then, hold on to your hats. It might just happen before christmas. I'm going up north to visit my old man for a little bit over the holidays, and if they tell me I can't have any time off, that'll be the last straw.
I heard from Sarah that come January, since a law has been passed that would raise the minimum wage in Florida to $6.15 an hour, we would be getting a raise that would give us 6.75 an hour. Ain't gonna happen. What's gonna happen is David (owner of the place) is gonna cut it down to 6.25. That in itself makes me wanna walk out and take a nice long heavy piss on the whole fuckin place. But if I do end up leaving because of that, I wouldn't mind seeing David one more time, if only for the purpose of busting him in his fuckin mouth for what he's doing to us. Many of us can't make ends meet half the time as it is, especially with Christmas only being a couple weeks away; and he's gonna pull some shit like that? Uh Uh. I don't think so, fucknut. But I don't even think 6.75 an hour would make a lot of our people stay anyway. They're sick of the way management is treating them, and I don't blame 'em a damn bit.
For those of you who know about Tera, I'm letting you guys know right now that it's over between us, as far as a relationship is concerned anyway. I felt like I was being pushed around, and controlled. I don't like it when I have to watch what I say and phrase every little fucking thing right just for the sake of keeping her from getting upset with me, in some form or fashion. I am not going to give myself to someone like that, and I don't sure ain't gonna marry someone like that either. A few words of advice to the ladies: if you have your eyes set on me (god forbid) and you're at least a fairly dominant individual, don't ever make me feel like you've got me wrapped around your finger 24/7 or like I'm being toyed with like a puppet on a string. I do not tolerate that shit, and I'm never going to. If you want a man who's going to submit to such fascist-like things, you're looking in the wrong place.
That's pretty much it. Oh, and my friend/dealer Donnie got busted for drunk driving and firing a concealed weapon and some other stuff that I don't know about. He got a year of probation, so I'm gonna have to start going to my old friend Biggn, from back in the old neighborhood. It'll be nice to get to see the old neighborhood more often. I miss that place. But, I remember saying it once before and I'll say it again. I miss living there, but, at the same, I've moved on from it. And considering all the memories it brought me, it's probably a good thing that I have. I'm a very nostalgic person. I used to look back on the past and wish I had it back, cause there was a part of me inside that wanted it back. And in some ways, I still do. If I could trade working a job for only 25 hours a week for 5.50 an hour for the old days of guzzling beer, smokin multiple blunts at the time, and chasing the schoolgirl chicks around, I would. But, at the same time, I'm not the same person I was when all of that was going on. I've grown up, and in a lot of ways, sadly, I've grown apart. Apart from what once seemed like my eternal place of residence. Apart from the people who made it what it was. Apart from Timbercreek. Almost entirely. Did I grow up and move on with my life to at least try to make something of myself, or did I just break a promise to myself that I wouldn't leave it all behind? Did I move on and gain something, or did I move on and leave something behind? There will always be at least a small piece of me that will never leave Timbercreek, not even after I'm dead and in the ground. But life is a train all by itself, and not even Timbercreek and my wishes of being back there have brakes strong enough to bring the train of life to a halt. I have to get on it and go for the ride, or else my old friends and neighbors and memories won't be the only things left behind.
We all have memories like that. Places we haven't been to in years, but can still take you to it and through it with your eyes closed, and not miss a beat. People we haven't seen in ages but can still see and picture as clear as crystal. Cherish whatever it is you have left of the past. It has made you what you are today. And always remember that one place that you will always call home, no matter how long it's been since you lived there. Stay in touch with old neighbors, friends, if you can. You will thank yourself some day.
Alright, that's it. I gotta go take a shit. Stay gold, stay sharp. Above all, stay cool. For all of you motherfuckers out there who are doin somethin and goin for it, that's fucking beautiful, anybody who isn't, they're just a fuckin pussy.
With the utmost integrity and contempt for hate-filled hearts and minds,
Fuck The World
-Drew