life boomerangs.
4 1/2 hours of community service down, 55 1/2 to go.
The actual time there (today) wasn't so bad. I sat around and bs'ed with a Paterson cop (who was almost done with 75 hours assigned to him for alleged assault), and when someone comes in who doesn't look like they are comfortably capable of getting their own refuse into the appropriate bin, we help them. That's all. Weekends are reportedly the same, just much busier. Granted, that's when I will be doing most of my time. Either way it's plenty more tolerable than I had assumed it would be. It's outside, the people who work there are friendly and I scored a few nice pint glasses, two steins and a few wine glasses someone would have otherwise recycled. I am still a little frustrated at how many times 4 1/2 goes into 60, but this too shall pass.
I had a Dawn sighting today, while fetching water from 7-11 on break from comserv. For the uninformed, Dawn was my first roommate after having left home. A longer story than I could relate now, but weird times, a few readers will remember. She ran up $2500 on my phone bill to internet boyfriends, had one move in briefly and then packed up one day and disappeared to allegedly move to California to live with one of them. Stuck me with her bill and a lot of shtit o deal with regarding the aprtment. But she never really left, I've spotted her occasionally since. Always on the highway or just in passing on the road and not absolutely certain until today. I had just gotten in my car to leave as she was heading in. We made eye contact and she hurried he way in, I left. Those readers who knew Dawn will laugh at the recollection of Dawn "hurrying". I rarely ever make comments on a person's appearance, but Dawn was and is a rather unsightly and well, girthy creature. Could be very kind, incredibly funny and a pretty decent friend, but in the end fucked me pretty good. The bad credit I've mentioned, and getting a secured card to repair it stems from the phone bill she stuck me with. Still, I really have nothing to say to her, and wouldn't care to be in an oppurtunity to say something anyway. It's interesting that I had lost my license just shortly before she disappeared, and that's how I incurred the community service I am delinquently performing and was on break from during the sighting.
Anyway.
I leave for my cruise Saturday. Well, technically Friday. We leave from dad/stepmom's @ 7am Saturday for Now London for boarding (then on to tour around the week-long tour through the islands of New England), so I'm crashing there Friday night. I haven't slept in that house in almost exactly seven years, not since the ever-so-memorable "Get out, no fuck-you I'm leaving" incident a few weeks after high school graduation, which begat moving to Dawn's. Someday I will transcribe the letter I received from dad/carol immediately after graduation. It's a laugh now but was a mindfuck then.
all right, that was an unexpected outpouring.
my room is clean(er), I still haven't packed, but first cigarette-then-shower.
The actual time there (today) wasn't so bad. I sat around and bs'ed with a Paterson cop (who was almost done with 75 hours assigned to him for alleged assault), and when someone comes in who doesn't look like they are comfortably capable of getting their own refuse into the appropriate bin, we help them. That's all. Weekends are reportedly the same, just much busier. Granted, that's when I will be doing most of my time. Either way it's plenty more tolerable than I had assumed it would be. It's outside, the people who work there are friendly and I scored a few nice pint glasses, two steins and a few wine glasses someone would have otherwise recycled. I am still a little frustrated at how many times 4 1/2 goes into 60, but this too shall pass.
I had a Dawn sighting today, while fetching water from 7-11 on break from comserv. For the uninformed, Dawn was my first roommate after having left home. A longer story than I could relate now, but weird times, a few readers will remember. She ran up $2500 on my phone bill to internet boyfriends, had one move in briefly and then packed up one day and disappeared to allegedly move to California to live with one of them. Stuck me with her bill and a lot of shtit o deal with regarding the aprtment. But she never really left, I've spotted her occasionally since. Always on the highway or just in passing on the road and not absolutely certain until today. I had just gotten in my car to leave as she was heading in. We made eye contact and she hurried he way in, I left. Those readers who knew Dawn will laugh at the recollection of Dawn "hurrying". I rarely ever make comments on a person's appearance, but Dawn was and is a rather unsightly and well, girthy creature. Could be very kind, incredibly funny and a pretty decent friend, but in the end fucked me pretty good. The bad credit I've mentioned, and getting a secured card to repair it stems from the phone bill she stuck me with. Still, I really have nothing to say to her, and wouldn't care to be in an oppurtunity to say something anyway. It's interesting that I had lost my license just shortly before she disappeared, and that's how I incurred the community service I am delinquently performing and was on break from during the sighting.
Anyway.
I leave for my cruise Saturday. Well, technically Friday. We leave from dad/stepmom's @ 7am Saturday for Now London for boarding (then on to tour around the week-long tour through the islands of New England), so I'm crashing there Friday night. I haven't slept in that house in almost exactly seven years, not since the ever-so-memorable "Get out, no fuck-you I'm leaving" incident a few weeks after high school graduation, which begat moving to Dawn's. Someday I will transcribe the letter I received from dad/carol immediately after graduation. It's a laugh now but was a mindfuck then.
all right, that was an unexpected outpouring.
my room is clean(er), I still haven't packed, but first cigarette-then-shower.