Thursday Night @ MindSay

HUGE RANT WARNING

I know this is a rant, but if I don't disclose it all here, I'm going to explode.

The week has made me want to take a dose of shotgun mouthwash. Worst of all, it's not even over. I was scheduled to work Thursday thru Sunday until I got a call at 9 PM on Tuesday by a manager, being asked to close for a sick co-worker. I needed the tips so I went in. I wasn't told literally none of the closing duties had been done. Needless to say, I was there until 3 AM. I stayed up literally all night on Wednesday night to help my Fiance study for a test she needed to pass, in order to pass the semester. I got about 2 hours of sleep today, Thursday, before going in to for my closing shift at work, getting out at 3:30 AM because it was extremely busy due to homecoming week. I have classes tomorrow that I have to attend if I want any chance at succeeding this semester. I also have to work the 8 hour closing shift tomorrow through Sunday. I get paid tomorrow but it has to go straight to pay rent and bills.

That's not even the half of it, though. My Fiance's sister, who is up to her eyeballs in debt for a car she couldn't afford, and her boyfriend are staying the night at our apartment tonight because they didn't pay their electric bill. Speaking of electric bill, let me interject here, I pay the one for our apartment, and yet I get yelled at when I tell people they need to turn off the lights, computer, TV, etc. when they're not using them, and furthermore, the repairman from our realty company came today, without warning, and winterized everyone's A/C and pilot-lit their gas heaters in our entire complex. It was 80 degrees outside today. I was about to burn down the Realty Office, to say the least, if I didn't have to go to work. It made me decide not to renew the lease when December comes. I will be looking for a small house to rent.

Anyway, I was told they would not be staying another night, but not because my Fiance told them they couldn't, it's because my Fiance's younger brother is coming down to visit for the homecoming game and "we" promised him a place to stay.

I'm pissed off at this for a few reasons. I was never formally asked about any of this. It was always "(Fiance's sister's name and boyfriend) are staying here tonight" and "It's okay if (Fiance's little brother) stays here for the game, right? I don't want him to stay with (Fiance's sister and BF) because they might smoke pot with him there."

Interjecting again, this ties into something else I realized. All my "friends" here are actually just friends by association of my Fiance. I really don't have any friends in this city. But it pisses me off that the largest social gatherings here happen while I'm working, and I'm tired of being lied to that "they're you're friends, too." They never voluntarily initiate conversation, electronically or physically. A recent weekend when my Fiance went out of town, I spent the entire weekend working, sleeping, and cleaning. Not a single "friend" of mine ever contacted me or showed up at the door the entire weekend.

Back on subject, my answer should have been: No, they're not staying here. They still fucking owe us money. I don't give a shit. AND Who cares? I like to smoke pot. Maybe he does as well.

A small note, here. I do smoke marijuana occasionally. I am very sensitive to it, unlike my Fiance, who doesn't get a high from it at all. Even with shwag, it only takes me a few hits to feel good. My Fiance and I got into a related argument over it this weekend. She's fine with me smoking, but doesn't want it anywhere inside our apartment. I can understand this, but I believe I should be allowed to keep a very small amount for personal use. I'm not going to lie. I feel much less depressed and more energetic for days on end after I take a few hits of something. I'm just going to have to concede that she doesn't understand it as I do and get over it.

To sum it all up, here, I'm just feeling used, rushed, fractured, and I'm literally sick (flu) on top of it all right now, and I hope it'll get better.

Well, I got this wild hair to move to NYC next year.  New York, New York, the city so nice, they had to name it twice.  The Big Apple.  Gotham City.  The financial hub of the world.  I'm just wondering if a lot of the Lehman Brothers and other people laid off from the financial debacle will try to get math teaching jobs there.  There are people there that could tie my poor brain into knots.

 

Of course, it would be expensive to live there, and would be challenging.  But I figure I could get a seventh grade classroom without much problem, and just wile away ten years, and move to Sedalia, and buy a brand new house, and be able to retire comfortably.  But, I'll just have to see.  Any inputs from anyone who has ever lived in or around New York City would be appreciated.  I would make $55000, to sixty grand.

 

Tata for now, Dougie Fresh

Well, I slept past noon today, then took an afternoon nap.  Oprah rerun, Lost, ER, and Without a trace did not seem too exciting, so I decided to check my e-mails.

 

Well, I'm thinking about moving to a farming community for next year.  Farm income is way up for the farmers, due to record high prices.  Maybe they wouldn't mind giving some of that money to us teachers.  I got two applications in the mail today, and expect to get more in the next two days or so.

 

Well, again, I am without a roommate, so go figure.  It makes it where I don't have a lot of extra cash after paying all of the bills, but so be it.  At least I am able to pay all of my bills.  A lot of people are stuck with paying huge payments to the mortgage company, and my humble trailer only costs $325 a month for rent, with lot rent thrown in.

 

Tata for now, Dougie Fresh

Not a whole lot happened today.  It was rainy and drizzly all day.  Yesterday, it got up to about 57o, with a bright blue sky out.  I walked four and a half miles yesterday, and it took me about two and a half hours.  Of course, I stopped at my cousin's place halfway through, because that was my reason for going, and Willie Schrader's mom's house on the way back to say hello and use the pottie.

 

I'd like to walk about at least twelve miles a week.  I will probably walk after church on Sunday, if I don't go for a dirtnap.  If sleeping burned 400 calories an hour, I would be anorexic.  I literally slept the clock around today, but of course, there was little for me to do.

 

I literally haven't done my laundry in three or four weeks.  I have been looking through my closet for clean clotes, and just usually wear my regular ones I have in the baskets.  I went to the store tonight, and got an extra ten to turn into quarters for the laundramat tomorrow.I got two big packs of porksteak, which Lesa foiled into two packs, and and two pork roasts.  We still have a chicken in the freezer, which I hope Lesa will turn into her delicious chicken and noodles.

 

Gary came down, and watched Survivor with us.  He wanted to watch Lost, but it was a rerun, plus, Lesa likes CSI.  It comes on cable about five times a day, along with all of the Law and Order.  I had to go to the restroom, a sitting and thinking proposition, for about five minutes, so I don't know what they said about me.  Gary couldn't tell Lesa something she doesn't already know.  We had hamburger helper tonight, ( it seems like two thirds of our meals have Helper in them), but it was with corn chips.  It was pretty good.

 

Well, my ten o'clock show is coming on.  Tata for now, Dougie Fresh

Well, I went to placement day, and had a clothing malfunction.  I brought my pants up around my belly, and as I was walking around, they slipped down.  I was holding them with one hand, and walking out the building.  I touched base with a lot of the local districts that I had sent out applications to, all except for Tipton. I couldn't find them.  I talked to a man about ninety miles away, and their school pays $32,000.  I'll probably apply.

 

I will probably apply at a fast food joint tomorrow.  It is the Wheel-Inn, which is an old fashioned place, with real hamburgers cooked to order, and crinkly french fries.  The original Wheel-Inn, at the intersection of 65 & 50, was a famous landmark for many years.  Since they are not totally busy 100% of the time like a lot of the people who advertise billions of dollars a year, it might be a good place to work at.  It is 40 hours, 4 to 10 or 11 six nights a week, but I hope they will get someone else to work a couple of nights for me.  At least I can get my three hour nap out before I go to work.  Plus, the minimum wage is $6.50, and they might not pay quite that, so it might mean that they would be kind of a slacker job. 

 

If worse comes to worse, and I can't find a full-time job for next school year teaching, I can always go back to accounting.  I couldn't because I had money in teacher retirement to pay for the classes, but I didn't have proof to take to the bank. I figure I could make at least $25,000 as a degreed accountant, and it would only go up.

 

I've been talking to Lesa, and I am going to buy a trailer at my sister's court.  It would only cost about $4 to 6 K for, and would be paid for in about two or three years.  If I get a job out of town teaching, I will try to get a sleeping room there, and drive back on Friday nights.  I have options that a lot of people my age don't have.  If I was married with 3 or 4 kids, I would have to go into a factory job that I hated for 40 or 50 hours a week, and would hate my life.  I just can't do factory work.  Fast food won't be that much better, but it would be a means to an end, and not an end in itself.

 

I was watching an Unmarried Woman on TV, and there were two scenes where Jill Clayburg had her bazookas exposed.  I kind of like that on regular cable.  It just proved to me that women still had them, although the movie was thirty years old.  I usually have to pay a dollar to watch a woman topless, ten dollars if she dances at my table.  I turned it off, and looked up vacancies.

 

I finished off the chicken and noodles that Lesa fixed for Easter.  It was really good.  It lasted about five days.  I brought her over some corn dogs from my cousins.  She bought five pounds in a big package, and she has been giving everybody who came over them.  At least Lesa knows where to get them now.  Five pounds for five dollars.  It sure beats paying a buck or two at the fair for them.

 

Well, I borrowed $20 from my nephew, Caron's son.  I put ten dollars in the gas tank.  It just kind of got soggy, and clogged my carbureator.  Really, I bought ten dollars worth of gas.  The rest of it I will pay for quarters for the laundramat.  I should have about two dollars worth to get some duplicates of one of the letters of recommendation I forgot to include in the first batch.

 

Well, not a whole lot of has been happening.  I kind of use this service as an online diary of the last three years.  I can go back and read a bunch of stuff I have written for the last few years.

 

Well, Jose Canseco is on tv on nightline talking about steroids in baseball.  He was hall of fame bound the first six or seven years of his career, but went downhill after that.  He will attempt to drag down the others to sell books.

 

Well, tata for now, Dougie Fresh