04:25 - 30 January 2005
sunday scramble ramble
well, its a nutter sat night-sun morning here in the land of salt and pepper, which reminds me, i ran outta salt, so i gotta take the special bus to the great salty lake and scoop some up! heheheee. its nice and quiet for a change; last sat night-sun morning, this resident we have here, who has mental problems, poor bastard, he thinks he works for the cia or fbi or something, and was roaming around here all night, babbling on and raising hell! he drove me nutzo, and i wrote him up. i told doyle the manager about it, and he just laughed, and said, he was working! ya, working on driving me up the wall!!! cheesus! well this day, he aint been around and its been peaceful!
i worked a full two weeks this pay period, plus 2 and a half hrs overtime! nice paycheck coming!! all the more fuel for the fire to spend, spend, spend! money burns a hole in my pocket! my right hand been itching like crazy all week, (old wives tale, when the right palm is itchy, u gonna get paid!) i dunno, saving money is a rather new concept for me, i am incapable of doing that. always have been.
i came real close the udder day to beating down this scum shit, who was yelling, drunkenly, how he was gonna kick my ass, cause i would not let him squat in the doorway! i had to show a ton of restraint, and it was real close; the deal here is that if any of these scumshits hits you first, then you can open up the big league can of whup-ass! and i was chomping at the bit, waiting for this sweathog to swing. in this neighbourhood, dealing with people here, sometimes you have to go into street mode. these ignoramuses do not listen to reason, as a normal person would, so you have to show them that you will not back down, and then they wont fuck with ya anymore. its what you gotta do, its a game they play, because they have nothing else to do with thier scummy lives.
its nice and warm outside feels like close to 50 and its 10 past 4 am. every hour, during this shift, i have to walk thru the building, make sure all the fire exits are closed, especially upstairs, since the alarms on the doors dont work (shhhh.) used to be here that when this place was full of scumrats, they would sneak in at night thru the upstairs fire exits. that was before doyle the manager got here and cleaned house. last week, we got rid of the last scumshit drug dealer, the sheriffs came and got him! this idiot last month, did a drug deal right in front of me, and doyle the manager, then he had the brass balls to deny it. typical garbage! we had to go thru the process of eviction, and when we finally got rid of him, of course, he left his room a shambles. the company then has to pay a contractor to come in, and clean the room, put down new carpet, and paint the walls, and put in new furniture for the next tenant.
every month, at this time, the end of the month, and days before payday, i always think about just picking up and going; i have been here coming on 7 months, and thats the longest time i have stayed in one place in many years.they say old habits are hard to break, but im breaking one by staying put. im tired, and its a real hassle, and the fun has gone out of it. and im getting too old for this moving around shit.
well, im going back to playing pogo here, and looking forward to 9 am when i can get some sleep! heres a lil joke i thought of:
well, this guy with a parakeet frantically called the vets office:
dr! dr! my pet parakeet wont wake up! how much will it cost to fix him?
well, the doc sez, $25.00, bring him in!
so the guy brings the parakeet in, and the doc takes a look and sez to the guy, i'm sorry, this parakeet is dead.
the guy sez, NO!! it cant be!! i want a second opinion!!!! so the doc brings in his labrador retrivier.
the dog looks at the parakeet, and sniffs him up and down, then looks at the doc, with soulful eyes and shakes his head.
then the doc brings in his cat. the cat, being somewhat an expert on parakeets, jumps up on the table, walks around the parakeet, and sniffs him up and down. then, the cat looks at the doc with soulful eyes, and shakes his head.
then, the parakeets owner sez, well doc, i guess hes really dead, huh? how much do i owe ya?
the doc sez, $125.00
$125.00 the guy cryes out! i thought you sez just 25 bucks?!
well, sez the doc, i told you the parakeet was dead, and you didnt believe me, so, after the lab report, and then the cat scan.........
FACT OF THE DAY A bad day for King Charles I. Today in 1647, Scots handed him over to parliamentary forces. And today in 1649 he was beheaded at Whitehall Palace, London, having been convicted of treason!
