U...u..u.u.u.UPDATE.
Greetings from fucking-dumb-city, OR.
I guess all in all every thing has been alright so far. Work has been a pain in the fucking ass, and I had to work today, so only having a 1 day weekend is pretty sweet*. About half the people we're working with don't even know how to do their job (some of us have to go back and re-do the shit they just did) so a lot of them are getting fired and replaced by Monday. One of the guys we were working with (which is one of the dudes that's getting fired I think) is exactly what I see Joey like in the future if Joey makes thinking about the Zombie apocalypse his life. I have dubbed this Mr. Apocalypse. This guy, fuck, I wish I had a picture of him and his truck, but it's impressive. Ok:
He drives a Ford F-250 Centurion (which totally contradicts what he tries to do/preach to others), which totally chugs gasoline, and everywhere he goes, no matter if it's to work or just driving around, he tows a trailer with him. Now picture this. The trailer has 2 sets of spare tires, both sets are different sizes in case he needs to do a little offroading I'm guessing. He has 12, no joking, 12 one-gallon water jugs in his trailer, and on each break and lunch he comes outside and washing his hands with one of the jugs. He's a little OCD, but this is just the beginning. Also in the trailer are 3 gas cans full of gasoline, 1 full propane tank, many first aid kits, along with many stickers on his trailer and truck announcing to others that a first aid is readily available. From what I've seen outside the actual truck, he has: 6 outside mirrors, 4 antennas (2 CB antennas), a canopy, and decent sized tires. From what I've seen inside his truck, he has: 6 pairs of fucking sunglasses sitting on his dash, piles of clothes in the passenger seat, leaving only enough room for him to sit comfortably while driving. Many wires hanging down from the roof, and a ton of toolboxes and piles of shit in the back of his truck.
I'm not exactly sure what it's for, but he has many stickers on the outside of his truck that are sequences of numbers and letters, and one sequence in particular he uses for his license plate number.
Anyways, this dude totally seems like the quiet creepy guy that's ready to survive post-nuclear/zombie ridden America. To top things off, he won't touch Banana boxes (which we have to use to store things) because "They are touched by kids in third world countries who have diseases", he only eats organic-vegetarian foods, and apparently (when standing in the Coffee isle and smelling the Coffee) "This is the best atmosphere to breathe".
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Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnyways, that's about all that's up down here. New tattoo is itching like fucking crazy, and I bought a new knife which you can see here.. And yeah. Hope all you guys are doing good up there.
I guess all in all every thing has been alright so far. Work has been a pain in the fucking ass, and I had to work today, so only having a 1 day weekend is pretty sweet*. About half the people we're working with don't even know how to do their job (some of us have to go back and re-do the shit they just did) so a lot of them are getting fired and replaced by Monday. One of the guys we were working with (which is one of the dudes that's getting fired I think) is exactly what I see Joey like in the future if Joey makes thinking about the Zombie apocalypse his life. I have dubbed this Mr. Apocalypse. This guy, fuck, I wish I had a picture of him and his truck, but it's impressive. Ok:
He drives a Ford F-250 Centurion (which totally contradicts what he tries to do/preach to others), which totally chugs gasoline, and everywhere he goes, no matter if it's to work or just driving around, he tows a trailer with him. Now picture this. The trailer has 2 sets of spare tires, both sets are different sizes in case he needs to do a little offroading I'm guessing. He has 12, no joking, 12 one-gallon water jugs in his trailer, and on each break and lunch he comes outside and washing his hands with one of the jugs. He's a little OCD, but this is just the beginning. Also in the trailer are 3 gas cans full of gasoline, 1 full propane tank, many first aid kits, along with many stickers on his trailer and truck announcing to others that a first aid is readily available. From what I've seen outside the actual truck, he has: 6 outside mirrors, 4 antennas (2 CB antennas), a canopy, and decent sized tires. From what I've seen inside his truck, he has: 6 pairs of fucking sunglasses sitting on his dash, piles of clothes in the passenger seat, leaving only enough room for him to sit comfortably while driving. Many wires hanging down from the roof, and a ton of toolboxes and piles of shit in the back of his truck.
I'm not exactly sure what it's for, but he has many stickers on the outside of his truck that are sequences of numbers and letters, and one sequence in particular he uses for his license plate number.
Anyways, this dude totally seems like the quiet creepy guy that's ready to survive post-nuclear/zombie ridden America. To top things off, he won't touch Banana boxes (which we have to use to store things) because "They are touched by kids in third world countries who have diseases", he only eats organic-vegetarian foods, and apparently (when standing in the Coffee isle and smelling the Coffee) "This is the best atmosphere to breathe".
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Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnyways, that's about all that's up down here. New tattoo is itching like fucking crazy, and I bought a new knife which you can see here.. And yeah. Hope all you guys are doing good up there.
