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Got hit on by a drunk gay guy today - it was awesome...
Anyway, yes, I understand it's been some time since I've really bothered to put much into this journal, but it's been rather messy lately... Ever since I came back to Cape Girardeau things have pretty much hit the fan with moving, work, and ridiculous friends. I forget how depressingly lazy the people are here - it's absurd...
I'm looking to head back to Nashville this next Friday before my next drill to see if I can't finagle some orders to go to the border or something of the like. There are a couple colonels that I used to frequent with every so often, so I'm going to have to do some serious checking around. I'm not holding my breath though... I'm just thinking it would be nice to get back into uniform again instead of dealing with the lazy high school bastards that don't do a damn thing at Red Lobster...
Speaking of which, them sumbitches - I see the bullshitting on the clock all the time... Put away a thing or two here, talk on my phone for an hour, take a 45 minute smoke break outside, then chill out in the bathroom for another half hour... It's stupid. I understand the wages aren't all that great, but good God... You can at least act like you want to work there...
Anymore staying there seems more like a hobby than an "official job." I've been there entirely too long, and if it weren't for me being in limbo for the next 8 weeks, I'd be out of there in a heartbeat. Sigh...
I do miss my good friends though... People here certainly aren't the way I remember them, and it's not like many of them changed for the better. It seems like each day I find out more awful things that Jon continues to dig himself into, this and good friends who lack major issues are hard to come by. The girls? Overweight, depressed, and always always always suffering from some psychological complex involving the necessity to prove "who's who" by stating how bad they have it. "Oh, I only slept X hours in the past 3 days." Who gives a shit, honestly? It's not like anyone really has that much more respect for you because you do that to yourself...
In reality, I've only met probably about 8 people in my life that truly have life that friggin' hard. Those people have kids and have to work 80+ hours a week to maintain that. I really don't feel like hearing some 18 year-old bitch about how hard they have it working one job and staying up because they go out drinking with friends. You fucking tell that to the soldiers in Iraq that spend their time knocking down doors or watching every step they take!
I have met a new personal hero of mine, however... This guy, Tony - he's a co-worker of mine at Red Lobster here, but this kid is 16 or 17 and is missing his right forearm. Watching this guy wash dishes, bake bread, and sometimes even fry faster than half the people I've worked with is really inspiring. My hat is off to this guy all the way. Go Tony! Now that's a guy with some heart! He certainly gives a new meaning to "Kickin' your ass one-handed."
Anyway, it is early, and it's time for slumber. Perhaps more as things progress, as there is much to be said over the past couple of months of my absence of journaling. I've noticed my writing is getting somewhat poor as I haven't exercised it much, but I should definitely change that. More to follow...
Anyway, yes, I understand it's been some time since I've really bothered to put much into this journal, but it's been rather messy lately... Ever since I came back to Cape Girardeau things have pretty much hit the fan with moving, work, and ridiculous friends. I forget how depressingly lazy the people are here - it's absurd...
I'm looking to head back to Nashville this next Friday before my next drill to see if I can't finagle some orders to go to the border or something of the like. There are a couple colonels that I used to frequent with every so often, so I'm going to have to do some serious checking around. I'm not holding my breath though... I'm just thinking it would be nice to get back into uniform again instead of dealing with the lazy high school bastards that don't do a damn thing at Red Lobster...
Speaking of which, them sumbitches - I see the bullshitting on the clock all the time... Put away a thing or two here, talk on my phone for an hour, take a 45 minute smoke break outside, then chill out in the bathroom for another half hour... It's stupid. I understand the wages aren't all that great, but good God... You can at least act like you want to work there...
Anymore staying there seems more like a hobby than an "official job." I've been there entirely too long, and if it weren't for me being in limbo for the next 8 weeks, I'd be out of there in a heartbeat. Sigh...
I do miss my good friends though... People here certainly aren't the way I remember them, and it's not like many of them changed for the better. It seems like each day I find out more awful things that Jon continues to dig himself into, this and good friends who lack major issues are hard to come by. The girls? Overweight, depressed, and always always always suffering from some psychological complex involving the necessity to prove "who's who" by stating how bad they have it. "Oh, I only slept X hours in the past 3 days." Who gives a shit, honestly? It's not like anyone really has that much more respect for you because you do that to yourself...
In reality, I've only met probably about 8 people in my life that truly have life that friggin' hard. Those people have kids and have to work 80+ hours a week to maintain that. I really don't feel like hearing some 18 year-old bitch about how hard they have it working one job and staying up because they go out drinking with friends. You fucking tell that to the soldiers in Iraq that spend their time knocking down doors or watching every step they take!
I have met a new personal hero of mine, however... This guy, Tony - he's a co-worker of mine at Red Lobster here, but this kid is 16 or 17 and is missing his right forearm. Watching this guy wash dishes, bake bread, and sometimes even fry faster than half the people I've worked with is really inspiring. My hat is off to this guy all the way. Go Tony! Now that's a guy with some heart! He certainly gives a new meaning to "Kickin' your ass one-handed."
Anyway, it is early, and it's time for slumber. Perhaps more as things progress, as there is much to be said over the past couple of months of my absence of journaling. I've noticed my writing is getting somewhat poor as I haven't exercised it much, but I should definitely change that. More to follow...