My life story - Part 5
The final entry on my teenage years
Well time went by, I'm out of school, 18 years old and working a real job as a petroleum inspector. I've never had any money so this is great for me to be working a real job. The down side is my supervisor fucking hates me. Everytime I turn around he's writing me up for shit everyone else is getting away with. I'm five minutes late, I get wrote up. Everyone else is an hour late and nothing happens. I shrug this off and just do my job right and there's nothing he can do to me. I'm not sure how, but he knows who I am. As it turns out he's a redneck from Channelview also. What are the fucking odds. He's 25 year old, but every bit the kind of loser that would hang around high school kids. After a couple of months things calm down though. I get the hang of the job and he realizes that. We still don't like each other personally, but we make it through professionally. I worked there for 9 months, after the 1st couple never had any problems. I did decide I wanted to go back to school though. So I put in my 2 weeks notice and started looking for another job that would give me the hours that I needed in order to go to school. Apparently I jumped the gun because I quit there in July and didn't get another job until October. By this time I was already enrolled at San Jacinto Jr. College. I was doing well. I got a job as a computer support tech. I was working 40 hours a week and driving 2 hours a day to get there and back, but it payed $9 an hour. It's not like I could do any better being a high school drop out. I remember talking to everyone the 1st day of training and as it turned out they hired almost every person who went and applied that day. They take us into this conference and I sit behind this girl who has this idiotic looking tattoo of some sort of japanese symbol on her neck. (It turns out to be the symbol for death). So we make through the orientation and I already feel like I can't handle the job and I'm going to get fired, but atleast I can make it through training and 2 weeks pay for it. They take us all into the training room and I end up sitting beside this black guy. I've never really hung out with black people before and quite frankly this guy looks a little ghetto. Well by the end of the class I hadn't learned anything except that I shouldn't be so judgemental because the black guy turned out to be the coolest guy in there. After the class is over it about 3 o'clock in the morning and I have to get up and go to school the next day, so I hurry home so I can be in bed by 4. Well I didn't fall asleep until about 4:30 so I didn't wake up until 9:15. I was supposed to be in class at 9 o'clock. Every one of my class has a rule if you miss 3 days you kicked out of that class. I had already missed once before so I could go to the interview. So now I can't miss anymore day or I drop all my classes. So I get back on track and start making it every day. I'm coming up on the end 2 weeks training at work and then they give you a test. I know I can't pass this test, but I try anyways. Afterwards I turn in the test and feel worse about it than ever. I go outside and end up talking to the girl with the tattoo and the black guy. The guy says he knows he failed also, but the girl says not to worry about it, that the instructor would help us keep our jobs anyways. After bull shiting awhile I decide not to even wait around for him to tell me I failed and just take off home. I get halfway home and decide to see if the girl new what she was talking about. When I show back up everyone else is already gone except the instructor who I think would have fired me except he felt sorry for me because of the sad look on my face. So I left there extremely happy that I still have a job.
To be continued from this point later.
Well time went by, I'm out of school, 18 years old and working a real job as a petroleum inspector. I've never had any money so this is great for me to be working a real job. The down side is my supervisor fucking hates me. Everytime I turn around he's writing me up for shit everyone else is getting away with. I'm five minutes late, I get wrote up. Everyone else is an hour late and nothing happens. I shrug this off and just do my job right and there's nothing he can do to me. I'm not sure how, but he knows who I am. As it turns out he's a redneck from Channelview also. What are the fucking odds. He's 25 year old, but every bit the kind of loser that would hang around high school kids. After a couple of months things calm down though. I get the hang of the job and he realizes that. We still don't like each other personally, but we make it through professionally. I worked there for 9 months, after the 1st couple never had any problems. I did decide I wanted to go back to school though. So I put in my 2 weeks notice and started looking for another job that would give me the hours that I needed in order to go to school. Apparently I jumped the gun because I quit there in July and didn't get another job until October. By this time I was already enrolled at San Jacinto Jr. College. I was doing well. I got a job as a computer support tech. I was working 40 hours a week and driving 2 hours a day to get there and back, but it payed $9 an hour. It's not like I could do any better being a high school drop out. I remember talking to everyone the 1st day of training and as it turned out they hired almost every person who went and applied that day. They take us into this conference and I sit behind this girl who has this idiotic looking tattoo of some sort of japanese symbol on her neck. (It turns out to be the symbol for death). So we make through the orientation and I already feel like I can't handle the job and I'm going to get fired, but atleast I can make it through training and 2 weeks pay for it. They take us all into the training room and I end up sitting beside this black guy. I've never really hung out with black people before and quite frankly this guy looks a little ghetto. Well by the end of the class I hadn't learned anything except that I shouldn't be so judgemental because the black guy turned out to be the coolest guy in there. After the class is over it about 3 o'clock in the morning and I have to get up and go to school the next day, so I hurry home so I can be in bed by 4. Well I didn't fall asleep until about 4:30 so I didn't wake up until 9:15. I was supposed to be in class at 9 o'clock. Every one of my class has a rule if you miss 3 days you kicked out of that class. I had already missed once before so I could go to the interview. So now I can't miss anymore day or I drop all my classes. So I get back on track and start making it every day. I'm coming up on the end 2 weeks training at work and then they give you a test. I know I can't pass this test, but I try anyways. Afterwards I turn in the test and feel worse about it than ever. I go outside and end up talking to the girl with the tattoo and the black guy. The guy says he knows he failed also, but the girl says not to worry about it, that the instructor would help us keep our jobs anyways. After bull shiting awhile I decide not to even wait around for him to tell me I failed and just take off home. I get halfway home and decide to see if the girl new what she was talking about. When I show back up everyone else is already gone except the instructor who I think would have fired me except he felt sorry for me because of the sad look on my face. So I left there extremely happy that I still have a job.
To be continued from this point later.