machine of the month
Oh Iliana. How I am glad you too are a lazy mix-tape maker. I had that coming to me I guess. Seeing as how I didn't even mail your last mix to you I hate myself for not trying. I did make an extreme effort to inform you of the 'Radar Brothers' though. That is priceless in my book. I've conceived some great tapes lately. One will find it's way to your doorstep soon enough. Feel free to mail my mix tape to Paul.
Things have changed since my last post. I've gained sum great direction in a weeek. Put in for my three week notice today at the Watertown Staples. Staples in a general sense cracks me up. They don't go so far as to award anyone amongst the company the title of 'employee of the month'. Instead, they award a title of 'Machine of the Month' to a certain multi-function HP printer. They provide this sad little bridge suspension for the machine to to be seen by cusomters as they stroll by mumbling obscene hickish curse words as thier bratty kids mouth off. "Dang nangit..fuckers!"
Tommorow starts another day of cashing in to the emloyers. I'm starting this new trend of three weeks notice instead of two. You could say, I'm the ideal employee who takes stock and pride in his work. It's nothing but handshakes, smiles and letters of recommendations all around. It's gonna be hard to give up my television job though.
Last night, I drank a few Whisky & Waters with Eric Canann on my damp front porch. It had rained off and on and the sky was strobing. We listened to Elbow and sat in matching off-white lawn chairs stolen from my nieghbors porch. The cd played through the TV. A brightened, blue screen from the DVD players menue glowed in my darkend, dusty living room. The music was loud indoors and not soo piercing through the screens. It was a nice night. I canoed earlier in the day. My back was sore. I wasn't in pain. It was the kind of sore that is comparable to the aftermath of an overtly painful masaage. Mixed with a little sun-burn, it felt comfortable to be slouched. Eric sat to the left of I. He had just gotten out of work at the station. He talked crazy shit about a girl he met and how they drank coffee and shared stories through all hours of the night. He talked about leaving for the Peace Corps. How he dubbed Pearl Jam storytellers just before he pranking Paul with direct orders to call him back. He then proceeded to tell me about grapevine rumors of how I was about to be hired on as a full timer at the Television station. I laughed a bit in remorse and he suggested I take the mile-high road instead.
The logic is, televison jobs are everywhere. No sense carrying on with a job that your bored with in a town that you despise. Minus the heart-break western shuffles I wrote recently, I haven't exactly gotten much out of from living out here.
I'm gonna ship some boxes of clothes through the UPS station at work. My co-worker Darin claims he knows of a loophole scheme around excessive charges. In three weeks, I ride the rails and venture out into the great wide open. & Tom Petty and his hearbreakers would be happy about that reference. The train to Colorado deports around 9p.m. I will arive in Chicago ala 9a.m. Four hours later I will board another tain sheduled to drop me off in Denver, Colorado.
I will take to a room in a roomless village. Paul lives amongst five or so people in an oversized house. Rent is suprisingly lower than I thought and the company of roomates clears my worries like windshield wipers in the pounding rain. Synergy Distribution may take place of another lined up Staples transfer. My imigation is having puppies. My parents are giving blessings.
This whole new life could make or break me.
...end
Things have changed since my last post. I've gained sum great direction in a weeek. Put in for my three week notice today at the Watertown Staples. Staples in a general sense cracks me up. They don't go so far as to award anyone amongst the company the title of 'employee of the month'. Instead, they award a title of 'Machine of the Month' to a certain multi-function HP printer. They provide this sad little bridge suspension for the machine to to be seen by cusomters as they stroll by mumbling obscene hickish curse words as thier bratty kids mouth off. "Dang nangit..fuckers!"
Tommorow starts another day of cashing in to the emloyers. I'm starting this new trend of three weeks notice instead of two. You could say, I'm the ideal employee who takes stock and pride in his work. It's nothing but handshakes, smiles and letters of recommendations all around. It's gonna be hard to give up my television job though.
Last night, I drank a few Whisky & Waters with Eric Canann on my damp front porch. It had rained off and on and the sky was strobing. We listened to Elbow and sat in matching off-white lawn chairs stolen from my nieghbors porch. The cd played through the TV. A brightened, blue screen from the DVD players menue glowed in my darkend, dusty living room. The music was loud indoors and not soo piercing through the screens. It was a nice night. I canoed earlier in the day. My back was sore. I wasn't in pain. It was the kind of sore that is comparable to the aftermath of an overtly painful masaage. Mixed with a little sun-burn, it felt comfortable to be slouched. Eric sat to the left of I. He had just gotten out of work at the station. He talked crazy shit about a girl he met and how they drank coffee and shared stories through all hours of the night. He talked about leaving for the Peace Corps. How he dubbed Pearl Jam storytellers just before he pranking Paul with direct orders to call him back. He then proceeded to tell me about grapevine rumors of how I was about to be hired on as a full timer at the Television station. I laughed a bit in remorse and he suggested I take the mile-high road instead.
The logic is, televison jobs are everywhere. No sense carrying on with a job that your bored with in a town that you despise. Minus the heart-break western shuffles I wrote recently, I haven't exactly gotten much out of from living out here.
I'm gonna ship some boxes of clothes through the UPS station at work. My co-worker Darin claims he knows of a loophole scheme around excessive charges. In three weeks, I ride the rails and venture out into the great wide open. & Tom Petty and his hearbreakers would be happy about that reference. The train to Colorado deports around 9p.m. I will arive in Chicago ala 9a.m. Four hours later I will board another tain sheduled to drop me off in Denver, Colorado.
I will take to a room in a roomless village. Paul lives amongst five or so people in an oversized house. Rent is suprisingly lower than I thought and the company of roomates clears my worries like windshield wipers in the pounding rain. Synergy Distribution may take place of another lined up Staples transfer. My imigation is having puppies. My parents are giving blessings.
This whole new life could make or break me.
...end