Because I haven't said anything in a while.
Wow this has been an interesting week. My grandma has once again returned to the hospital, with a severe intestinal infection, I can't remember the name of it, but usually isn't pleasant and makes life really hard on the elderly. She can no longer return to heartfields, as she is going to need steady monitoring and possible iv treatments. We are trying to get her into carriage hill nursing care for the remainder of her time here, which I have a feeling isn't long. She is having trouble remembering who people are, including me, which is really hard to bear sometimes, but one does what they can to make it a little easier on her.
The mall job which of course that was supposed to call me this week, of course didn't, which is wonderful. It's amazing how a job tells one how professional it is, and how well it is run, but when it comes down to showing professionalism, I get none. So tomorrow, out goes more resumes in the never ending quest to find a real job. Maybe I should just take a crap job downtown to make some extra cash until something comes along.
Friday night, Sarah, my ex that I dated for all of 6 weeks, two years ago shows up to Chords. She has a major alcohol problem, and is still just as crazy as she was when we dated. She opens up her purse to show me she has plenty of condoms and asks if I remember the Motel 6. She has a new pierced toungue, which of course I find totally unattractive - big turn off, and always has been. She drank 14 airplane bottles of Chivas, how do I know, I found them all around where she was sitting at the Cellar, along with 6 liquour drinks inside of thirty minutes inside of the bar, how she was still walking I don't know. She left the cellar at the end of the night, drunk, no glasses, and calls to say she is at 17 approaching the 95 exit, turning around to meet me later for of course booty (the first time in my life, where I didn't want it). Luckily, Hodge called me to give me a break, and figure out what to do. So I call her back to find out she is waiting by my truck, ok creepy. The capper to the night is while I'm dealing with Sarah, I'm getting texts from Meghan, asking if I still hate her. Which I've equated to she wanted to come to Chords, and didn't have a ride, so if I played nice, I'd probably go get her. To which I say, nope I'm not your taxi cab, sorry.
Last night, a guy comes into Chords, who will just call Bill, for the sake of changing the names of the ones involved. He comes in gets really drunk, and buys drinks for other people. He gets the feeling that his shirt and belt are no longer necessary to wear. So Andrew throws him out of the bar. Bill says ok after much deliberation and gives Andrew his card, which of course bounces. So I get stuck paying Bill's tab, because it wouldn't be right for Andrew to pay for it on his birthday. What I'm getting at is you owe me 35 bucks asshole.
At least I got my new mac, which is the most important thing, vanity. By the way it works great, and if your looking for a cheap computer that can do a lot of multimedia stuff, may I recommend a MacBook to you as well. Makes for easy drunken podcasting. Ahhh, to what I can do later.
Wishing well,
Trig
The mall job which of course that was supposed to call me this week, of course didn't, which is wonderful. It's amazing how a job tells one how professional it is, and how well it is run, but when it comes down to showing professionalism, I get none. So tomorrow, out goes more resumes in the never ending quest to find a real job. Maybe I should just take a crap job downtown to make some extra cash until something comes along.
Friday night, Sarah, my ex that I dated for all of 6 weeks, two years ago shows up to Chords. She has a major alcohol problem, and is still just as crazy as she was when we dated. She opens up her purse to show me she has plenty of condoms and asks if I remember the Motel 6. She has a new pierced toungue, which of course I find totally unattractive - big turn off, and always has been. She drank 14 airplane bottles of Chivas, how do I know, I found them all around where she was sitting at the Cellar, along with 6 liquour drinks inside of thirty minutes inside of the bar, how she was still walking I don't know. She left the cellar at the end of the night, drunk, no glasses, and calls to say she is at 17 approaching the 95 exit, turning around to meet me later for of course booty (the first time in my life, where I didn't want it). Luckily, Hodge called me to give me a break, and figure out what to do. So I call her back to find out she is waiting by my truck, ok creepy. The capper to the night is while I'm dealing with Sarah, I'm getting texts from Meghan, asking if I still hate her. Which I've equated to she wanted to come to Chords, and didn't have a ride, so if I played nice, I'd probably go get her. To which I say, nope I'm not your taxi cab, sorry.
Last night, a guy comes into Chords, who will just call Bill, for the sake of changing the names of the ones involved. He comes in gets really drunk, and buys drinks for other people. He gets the feeling that his shirt and belt are no longer necessary to wear. So Andrew throws him out of the bar. Bill says ok after much deliberation and gives Andrew his card, which of course bounces. So I get stuck paying Bill's tab, because it wouldn't be right for Andrew to pay for it on his birthday. What I'm getting at is you owe me 35 bucks asshole.
At least I got my new mac, which is the most important thing, vanity. By the way it works great, and if your looking for a cheap computer that can do a lot of multimedia stuff, may I recommend a MacBook to you as well. Makes for easy drunken podcasting. Ahhh, to what I can do later.
Wishing well,
Trig