The Waiting Is The Hardest Part

The Waiting Is The Hardest Part

11.23.05 (5:52 am)   [edit]
Bullshit, Tom Petty. I've got yer hardest part right HERE!

Friday. I have to wait until Friday. FRIDAY! FUCKING FRIDAY!

Poor Bob heard me say it a zillion times after lunch. "Fuckin' Friday."

"Yeah, like three whole days is going to kill you."

"Hey fucker, do you have any idea how much one person can masturbate in three days? *I* do."


Got my card ready to go and at lunch zipped right up there. They were busy as hell. I was greeted at the door by a new girl, who Amanda was training. I gave Amanda the card and got that smile. "Thank you!" She looked at the new girl as she slipped the card into her pocket. "I got a card!" It was a happy sentence. Pants, meet Wood.

But they were getting their asses kicked and she said she'd have to wait until her smoke break to read it. Shitfucky. I kept up my best "On your own time, sweetheart" face and tried to ignore the constant fresh flow of bad chemicals into my brain. Resist, Doug. Resist. You're so fucking arrogant. Like she's going to stop doing her friggin' JOB and ignore 20 other people just for YOU? Lighten up. Wait. It's OK. Self-important prick.

She did say I was "very sweet" and...I couldn't read much else. It was a cool little exchange of eye contact, though. Man. Fuckin' Friday.

She came back with a Sprite and said something about being hot. "Yes, you are." She was facing the other way when I said it, so I have no idea the reaction. Cheesy thing to respond with, but fuck it.

She told me exactly when she's going to be there Friday. That's a good sign. Maybe. Maybe she passes this info out to the 90-year old women who order patty melts too. Fucked if I know. But it's earlier than normal. Since I'm not working that day (I'll be out job-hunting) I guess I'll be having breakfast at Steak & Shake. I'll break my religious code and eat something different this time. It's a special occasion, you know. Gotta close in on this fine sexy lady and see where I'm at. Fuckin' Friday!!!

I told Bob that I'd spent all morning rehearsing in my head for every possible scenario I could think of when I'd give her the card. "Mostly the ones revolving around either restraining orders or oral entertainment options." But I KNEW it would be something I hadn't even considered. I never considered that she'd be there but wouldn't be able to read it before I'd have to leave. Shit. I'm not imaginative enough. Well, I am about those oral options, but...

Decided to do my shopping where I damn well feel like it, and picked up a couple things at Kroger after work. Saw Melinda for the first time since she was over here fucking with my brain a week and a half ago. I stayed away. Got my stuff and walked past her register on the way out. She saw me, and gave me a little smile and a little hand-at-chest-position wave. I returned it. She looked sick. I guess her asthma (I mentioned this in a comment on another post recently) must be getting to her. Me, I just have a slight cold. I hope she's OK, but....oh fuck it. I've got another priority right now. I couldn't care less. Well, that's a lie. But I really don't have the energy to go after two women right now. I've got the JIZZ BUILDUP, mind you, but not the energy. I can't remember to tie my shoes or put my pants on the right way out half the time. How the fuck could I possibly handle two women? Well, with a bit of rope and some jello and..........look! A penny!

I'm going to Hell and I don't care
I'm going to Hell and I don't care
I'm going to Hell and I don't care
Just look at that fucking ass. Ass!

Currently listening for the very first time to the album Sister Phantom Owl Fish by Trevor Dunn's Trio-Convulsant. I DEFINITELY recommend this to Mr. Bungle fans. It's not as crazy as them, but it certainly has much of that spirit of musical schizomania. Some of it is even quite pretty. I got a slew of Bungle-offshoot albums I hadn't heard yet from the library this week. I've heard little Fantomas, but now have three albums worth. Mike Patton is a fucking God, I tell you. I got a couple other projects of his as well. On the other hand, I also got a dozen Elvis Costello albums, a ton of Sam Bush CDs, and the complete piano music of Debussy. A wonderfully deranged stack of CDs borrowed from my friend D9 sits at my left side. Replacements, Meat Puppets, Roy Harper. What a mix.

Fuckin' Friday!!!

Love,
Backed-Up Dougie