Return Of The Son Of Time For More Beer
06.20.06 (6:36 pm) [edit]"Be careful what you wish for, you might just get it." - My first girlfriend, Susan
She told me that often, usually in reference to herself. Good advice too, that heartbreaking little...damn...I really liked her...
Getting in women's pants for $9.50 an hour. Fuckin' hell. If I'd got what I MEANT by that wish, they wouldn't have to pay me at all. I could just live...you know...down there, and survive on the nutrients provided by...uh...eating that.
Shit.
The temp agency called back. She wanted to know how I liked the job. How nice of her. I guess. I asked about the short-term thing. She said it should go through this week, maybe into next week, but would end after that. I asked again about what she said before about being able to stay on if I impress them enough. "Yes, they might take that option." Totally non-committal.But it's not her job anyway, so...
I'm hoping if it does have to end that it at least gets through this time next week. At least keep my child support payments under control and help me knock down the old cable bill.
I did a bit of shopping at the grocery store I used to work at. Never heard back from them, but one of the girls told me I should just go talk to the lady who does the hiring now. I wasn't sure how to go about that. Of course, she's not in today.
Saw four people there I used to work with. The funny thing is, the only people still there over a year later are the people I LIKED. The assholes are gone. Most of us hired in within a few weeks of each other, and they're all making more money now.
So it's still an option if this other thing tanks on me. The drop in pay back to what I used to make there would be downright fucking depressing, but I might be able to weasel a bit more out of them. I left in a hurry, but I did well for them while I was there.
I'd rather do what I'm doing now though. Oh well...
Signs made to put up advertising for students. THAT is what I need to be doing as soon as I'm able.
Saw E at the grocery. Damn, she's cute. She actually seems to like the idea of working with me again. Of course, the disadvantage is that I can no longer sexually harrass her, which is what I've been doing for the past year whenever I go in there. (About once or twice a month, it's been.) Of course, she knows that I know that she knows this is all bullshit and she'd rather stick a live sandcrab up her poonani than fuck ME, so it's all been a stupid fucking game anyway. But I'd sure like to find out if that killer recognize-it-from-a-mile- away light blonde hair is her natural color, though................................
Love,
Dougie