truckin' along

Well, it's been roughly two weeks since being hired as a pin chaser and I must report that things are going well. I'll honestly say that last week was Hell. I had to work every night. I don't think I did an entire homework assignment, there was three tests that I potentially flunked. I was supposed to have read a book for my English class, didn't get that done and the test on it, and another book is a week from Thursday. It's insane how much they expect us to do for our classes. Granted, it is college and I should be able to handle it, but I get sick of professors and instructors thinking that their class is the only thing we have going on in our lives. Butt heads.

I'm done with training at work. Well, I don't have the PInsetting machines completey figured out yet, but I'm to where they can have me there alone to solve whatever problems may arise. Deck jams, 180's, things like that. I'd take the time to explain what that means to you, but you're probalby too stupid to get it.

My roommate is going to have surgery on his knee. Poor guy, he's been in a lot of pain for it. He's actually taken a lot of drugs for it though. This guy on drugs makes me laugh. It's like he's drunk and high. I laugh my butt off. And he laughs his off, he'll just start laughing for no reason at all. I just need to get a camcorder or soemthing and record it. Maybe I can send it into America's Funniest Home Videos for some extra spending cash. Who knows, it could happen.

I went to give plasma yesterday because I'm out of money and I won't get my pay check until Saturday so I needed some cash. They almost didn't let me donate because I'd lost ten pounds in less than a month. Can you believe that. I couldn't. I made them reweigh me, but it was true, I have gotten suddenl skinny. I blame it on eating less due to poorness, plus stress due to failing (I think) classes.

Another great story. So, our toilet flooded the other day. I'm primarily being blames because Iw as the last one to use it, but it's a crap accusation because there was nothing in there to clog it. Well, there was a lot of water. I cleaned up as much as I could, but then I had to go to work, so I din't have a chance to get the carpet cleaned up at all, but the manager was there and he told me he'd take care of it. I was happy with that. SO I took off. Well, Ig et home and my roommate, who we like to call Mom, was there in the middle of some big tantrum. He totally called me out on the thing and told me I had to go and rent a carpet cleaner because he couldn't handle the smell. Now I, being the bigger person, just nodded and smiled, but I ahve no intention of doing that and I think he knows it. So..I went to bed. But for that last several days this guy has been obsessing over the issue. I tihnk it's because he can't get a date and he's 28 and me and my other 22 year old room mate get dates all the time. He' s just sexually frustrated so he has to turn his energy elsewhere. Poor guy. I just figure I'll be out of here in like two months so thereis no real reason to make any kind of big deal about it. Maybe I'll save up my pent up rage and let 'em all have it in one big healthy dose right before I roll out of here, but knowing me I'l just smile and be on my way. I have a horrible fear of confrontations. I also hate to re-read what I've written so any spelling mistakes, gramatical errors, you'll just have to deal with.

The Job

You know when you go bowling and you lob your balls down to the end, taking a shot at the ten defaint white statues, and your balls disappear, but then they return as if my magic, and mysteriously the pins reset themselves as if telling you you can't keep 'em down? You know what I'm talking about? Well for this Solitary man the mystery is gone. I am intimitly familiar with the goings on of the bowling alley. It's like being a fly on the wall in the girls locker room. I know all I see all, at least at the bowling alley. Why? How? You may ask? What makes me so special that I am privy to such valuable information? Simple. It's part of my job. I am the new, and most valued, 'Pin Chaser' at the Cache Valley Fun Park. Just hearing it makes your spine tingle with jelousy, I can feel it. You want to be me. But I'm sorry my friend, you cannot be me. Only I can be me.


Who wouldn't want to work at a place called the'Fun Park?' If there is a person who doesn't I don't want to know that pesron. They obviously aren't going to be a fun person. I wish to be surrounded only by fun folks. Fun Park Folks are Fun Folks.


How did I get this job that is the wonder of wonders? Well, I was online perusing through the possible employment oppertunities available to such a talented individual as myself. I saw furniture mover (boring), telemarketer (yawn), teachers aid (kill me now). Then, nesteld in with all the rest, there she be. 'Pin Chaser'. I knew it had to be mine. I guess I was the first one to apply for the job. They had just posted the posting the day I called about the post. To be fair to the other people who were applying to the job they didn't hire me on the spot. I bet if those other people had known they were going to be up against me, they would have never bothered with the interview.


Last night, Valentines Day (a.k.a. Single Awareness Day) I was at home doing homework. I may be a stud in the getting a job department, but when it comes to the ladies....let's just say I fall a little short of the mark. Well, they called me up and sked if I would come in for a second interview. I said "How about right now?" That was the clincher. Anyone who has nothing better to do on Valentines Day than take a job interview...that person is a keeper. And here I am.


Pin Chaser.

the parking situation

So the parkins situation here where I live is certainly less than perfect. There are four guys who live here and we have three parking spaces we get to dal with. Two are normal sized and the other is double long so two can park in it. So then we get to figure out a little dance so nobody gets blocked in. I don't have a job, yet, and so the other guys are trying to always get me to park in the crap spot. I say screw that. I'm not going to get blocked in just because these monkeys can't seem to figure it out. Today is Saturday, my third or fourth biggest sleepin day of the week. Well it was harshly interupted by my roommate Kyle. I like to refer to him as Mom. Well Mom was all in a tizzy because he was blocked in and Tim didn't leave his keys here. No keys, no Tim, and it suddenly becomes my broblem. I'm not mad, I don't mind helping out. BUt you just can't get up and go back to bed and call it sleeping in, ya know? I stayed up last on purpose last night because I was fully planning on sleeping 'till 11, not 9. Oh well, it's the path of things I guess. I'm not going to whine or sulk over it. I know in the next day or two Mom is going to try to talk me into having to take the bad spot again. Good thing I'm stubborn or I'd do it.

Solitary Man

So I was listening to the song "Solitary Man', by Neil Diamond today and decided it's a good enough song to look up and learn to play. I did. As I sat there reading the lyrics to the song lighting bolts hit my brain. I am the Solitary Man. There are no girls out there that are for me. I've had a few lately that just seem to not do it. One was just crazy, and the other is a little...what's a good word for it...blah. Nuthin' special. Of course I'm always on the look for another one to take their place, but it's like the ol' song goes "Don’t know that I will but until I can find me a girl who’ll stay and won’t play games behind me I’ll be what I am A solitary man. Solitary man. " Sad, yes, but oh so true.


My roommate has found him self a woman. The trouble is I'm not sure how things are going to work out for it. I have never met a man who can be so whipped so fast. She's going to be good for him. I"m sure of that. I guess I'm a little jelous because he's like the only feller around who I do anything with and now he spends every spare moment with this new girl. I guess that's my problem. Right now I have pretty much one love in my life...hockey games. Well, he brings her with him and I have to sit there with the two of them while they pinch and tickly and giggle. So, now we ahve two more home games and I hate knowing that they will be there ruining it for me. I've roped some other guys into coming with me so I' won't be alone this weekend. But, eesh, people bug me most of the time.



And that's it.