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Stick a fork in me, I’m done: Part II

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If you read the previous post, thank you. You did miss quite a lot about the happenings and as to why I am switching stores. The last post was a tad harsh. I seemed very bitter and a little off putting. I am sorry if I came across as being that type of person.  I didn’t want to create a post where I gave my previous employer a savage beating. I just wrote and let the words flow. I sometimes have no idea what I am typing. I just let the words come to me and after I get finished with whatever it was that I did write, I question it. I think to myself, “did I really just say all that?” I do hope that the next parts do not sway back to be full of pessimistic views but try to be a little more positive. Make this and the next entry a little more upbeat. Believe me when I tell you that I am not that kind of person. He’s to a half full kind of post!

If you want to read the first entry in this trilogy, click this link right here. It’s lengthy. Almost as long as my entire work span at that location. I can give you a quick run down if you choose to not read it. Summing up that post, I basically give a pretty detailed vision as to why I decided to leave. I explained how I arrived there, how things went for a while, and finally gave you the current state of panic and hysteria I endured with countless others. I explained the job I applied for. I explained the call, the interview and the waiting process I went through before the call came in and gave me the news that sent me into my own, Sally Field style acceptance speech. Enough of me talking about the previous post. This is a new post about the final week I had.

The week started out fine. It was going to be an easy week. I at least hoped it would be. People half expect when someone is on their final hours of doing a job, they will give no effort and just milk the clock. They will just do as little as possible until the final minute hits. After that, they are done. They are finished and ready to move on to something bigger and better. I took the other approach and worked liked normal. I didn’t slack off. I jokingly told people that I will start my week giving a full 100%. If something bad happens or if something puts me in a crappy mood, I will knock of some percentage. As I said earlier, it was just a joke. It was me being funny. Why on Earth would I do something like that intentionally? If I did this, I will tell you that the final hour was low. When the final hour hit, I was at a 37%. I will get to explaining that later. I don’t want to jump ahead of myself.

It was a strange feeling knowing that this was going to be my final week. Work was normal. There really wasn’t any chaos. All was the same. Normal day to day routines. Nothing really out of the ordinary. Work is a little tight. It feels like we are short staffed but we always make it through. We gripe and worry about things. We wonder if we’ll get the tasks and job done on time. There is no need to worry about anything. We always manage to come through and never have problems. We think we won’t make it but we do. I know that after I leave, the place isn’t going to fall apart. People aren’t going to start falling my lead and act like lemmings. They will move on to the next day as if nothing ever happened. No beat will be skipped. I was a hard worker but everyone, even me and all my super awesomeness can and will be replaced with another body. They will just hire another body to fill the void. According to some, I didn’t do work so hiring a new body will at least get some work completed. God, I wish I was told that I was lazy. I wonder what the hell I did these 6 1/2 years? You mean to tell me they paid me for doing nothing? Suckers.

As the week went on, it was getting more apparent that I was leaving. I had all sorts of mixed emotions. I was happy I was leaving. I am nervous about starting the new store. I was sad with saying good-bye. It’s not like I am leaving town and never to return. No, that’s not the case. My name isn’t Charlie and I don’t ride the MTA. I will return. I am just a hop, skip and a jump away…if it takes you 15 minutes to do all that. The fact of the matter is that I will no longer work with them. I will never be able to partake in some of the hilarious sitcom situations we got ourselves into. Good lord, I am making my departure feel like some failed attempt at an obituary.

With this being the last week, everything I normally took care of was being taken away from me. I wasn’t handing the jobs to them but I was being taken out of the loop. Calls that normally came directly to me went to other people. Not upsetting. I was more bothered by the fact that since I was still there, I should still be fielding those calls. I will be gone in a week. After that, do what you wish. Until then, this is still my responsibility. I will still take it seriously and be sure the job is done correctly and efficiently. No need to treat me like I am already gone. If you want that, just ask. I will gladly pretend like I don’t give to sheets to the wind. This didn’t cause the percentage to drop. The real kicker happened on the last day. That is what dropped it all the way to a lowly, 37%.

The only real depressing moment this week was having to work a full five days. I still had a holiday left over to use up and was hoping to sneak it in and get a nice three days off before I was to tell them all in my friend Amber’s native language, “zai jian”. With the extra day tacked on, that lowered my 100% a little. I could have said no. I could have totally put them in a pickle but I am sucker for work. Like I have said a dozen times before, I always put work first. Even ever I finally did myself a favor to put myself before work, I went back to my old ways and made work my number one priority.

The week wasn’t a crappy one. It was actually a pretty good last week. What really through a wrench in the whole thing was the final day. The final day of work was probably the worst and longest of the week. I had just enjoyed the last two days off and was not looking forward to the last day. I would have loved to have just called in sick and be all, ‘sorry. I just ain’t feeling it today.” But I can’t. I am not leaving the company. I am just switching stores. My final departure and stunt would carry over and put a bad taste in the mouths of the bosses well before I start my new job in a week from today.

It was 4am. I picked up a co-worker and we on the way to work. I noticed my car was acting a tad funny that morning. I know the alignment is off centered. Today it seemed to really be eff’ed up. My car was taking a nose dive to disaster faster than Charlie Sheen ruined his career. It would be only a matter of time before my sweet car craves for  the taste of tiger blood. I was thinking to myself, “this cannot be happening today. This cannot be happening on my last day.” We were not too far from work when the car decided it was gonna give me the mfs. I stopped the car and put on my emergency lights. I stopped in the road to see what could be the reason for this sudden and pretty nerve racking dilemma. What do I see? The front passenger tire was kaput. It was flat. This wasn’t a run to the gas station type of fix. I couldn’t wing it and take a chance going to work. It was dead. Effin’ parrot.

We had a big catering going out that morning and we couldn’t be late. She called the store and got herself a ride there. She started the food while I sat at taco bell and waited for my knight in shining armor to save me. It didn’t take very long. I was having them drop the car off at my job. I thought about it after he dropped the car off and took my for 70 dollars. I should have had it taken to the tire store just down the road. But again, I put work first and felt like I needed to get there as soon as I could. My mother insisted that he would have gladly driven me up to the store if I had them take it to the shop. That would have been nice but the two truck isn’t a taxi service. With my car sitting outside and with me inside working, I only had the car on my mind. It was all I could think about. Even with having 3 pretty big catering going out at the same time, those sat on the back burner. I cared about my car. I worried about poor Nancy. Luckily this ordeal happened a week before I was to start my new job. It would look bad if I called in the first day with car trouble. That would be a major strike and just set in motion years of turmoil and the idea would be planted in the heads of the bosses that I was a poor decision. Am I thinking too much into this? Would they just brush it off and know that this is just a one time thing and I will be back the next day to start fresh.

I had a friend from work come out to help change my tire. I am not very car smart. Honestly, I know very little about cars. I can probably change a tire if I needed to but I pay people to fix my car. That is their job. Let them do it for me. Let them use that degree they got in whatever school they go to for mechanics and make my car run. We he grabbed a jack and started work on it. He lifted up the car and started to take off the tire. The tire wouldn’t budge. It would not come off. A light bulb went off and he scurried back inside with what he claimed to be a solution. I waited for me and was curious as to what idea was brewing in his head. What could he possibly use to rip this tire off? He strolled back to the car with a sledgehammer in hand. Yes, a sledgehammer. Peter Gabriel would be proud. A friend of his came over and also took part in trying to remove the stubborn tire. They whacked the tire a few times but still the tire was being a whoe and wouldn’t move. “Whack it again. Whack it harder.” I giggled. Sue me. I can be pretty juvenile sometimes. I was getting upset. This was sending me into a bit of rage. How can this be the end to what should have been a bittersweet day? God was telling me something. Is this his way of telling me that I shouldn’t leave? Sorry, God. I like you and all but I am still leaving. You will need to smite me before you smite my car.

I left my car there over night. It sucks not having a car. I can’t go anywhere. When you have a car, you’re not too inclined to start driving around just cause you want to. The moment you lose your mode of transportation, you realize how important they are and you crave the need to just get up and go somewhere. Even if you have no place to go, you want to get in the car and just drive. I arrived Monday morning at the store and waited on a second tow truck. I was having him tow my car and its’ flat tire to the shop. I handed him the keys and he turns it.

Nothing. He tries again. The car wouldn’t start. ARE YOU EFFIN’ KIDDING ME!? I have a sneaky suspicion that they first tow company did this. Where would I get an idea like that? Went I got in my car today, I noticed some lights were on. The tow truck driver must have left them on. He knew that I would check them and when I go to retrieve my car the next day, the car wouldn’t start. He knows that I will need another tow. Since I already have their number on hand, I will call them for service. Those greedy, little bastards. Don’t screw with me. Your little ploy fell apart. I figured out your game. Still, the car wouldn’t start. Another slap in the face.  What else can go wrong? This is not what I need. The car doesn’t start, the tire is flat. Oh, did I mention that a second tire was a little low on air and a third had a nail in it? Now, the low tire is an easy fix. The nail had been in there for I don’t know how long. Whatever. I figured I might as well just replace them all and start fresh. If I am starting my job fresh, I should let my car start fresh too. I explained to them what I wanted. They said they would call me back with an estimate and see if I am okay with it. I hand them my keys and head back home. My mother drops me off and what do I notice as I am about to step out? I have no keys to get inside the apartment. I had given them the keys and didn’t think about removing the house keys. I love how life likes to totally eff with you all at one time. When it rains, it pours as they always say.

Without going on and on about the car, I had them fix it all. Even the crap he said could wait till a later date. Why wait? Why take the chance of having an issue down the road when I could have solved it that day? I just arrived home from the shop. I took a nice hit to the bank account. Actually, my sister did but I will be paying her back once the money arrives to me. What a glorious end to my life and employment at that store. If the car didn’t decide to crap out on me, I wouldn’t have been so angry. I would have just shrugged off the hellish week and driven myself home to nurse a beer. I would drink away the sorrows and drink in celebration. Three cheers for me!

Part III is next. It will be a memorable tribute to the fond memories I had while I was there. I will not be able to remember it all but I will do everything I can to talk about some of the stories that still linger deep in my memory. I will miss many of the people I work with. They are a great bunch of people.

Stick a fork in me, I’m done: Part I

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Ever since I was 14, I have held the same job. I started this job for the same reason many kids that age do. I wanted money. I wanted to buy toys, gadgets and candy, candy, candy… I worked at the same store for 10 1/2 years. While I enjoyed what I did, I felt like it was time for a change. Not just a change in scenery but a change in job duties. I stopped doing the whole cooking things and switched it up to stocking hot dogs and cheese. A pretty lame and monotonous. I switched back over to doing what I started out with. It was fine. It was like I never skipped a beat. I was back to doing what I was familiar with and something that I can take pride in. 

Work can always throw a fast one your way. Sometimes things just don’t go right and while you try your hardest to play nice with people, things can get a little unruly and just go sour. It happened once before but since then, things went back to normal. Maybe it was the heavy burden we put on ourselves. Maybe we weren’t ready for such a feat. Things were better the next year. We grow comfortable in our new shoes and we did a damn good job to turn the turmoil around and became a team again. My job isn’t the hardest. We aren’t the only place that gets into this sticky situation. I am just basing this off  of experiences I encountered. Flash forward a few years and what was a thing of the past, started up again. Not cause of the job we took on but a more personal issue. I feel wrong for writing about this. I don’t want to come off as a bitter person about my job but with how things have switched gears to being like it is now, I feel like getting a few things off my chest. Besides, this is about my escape from what could have been possibly the end of me and the career I picked all cause I wanted to buy a crap load of candy.

I am not going to make this into some rage filled post but with all that has went on over the last few months, I felt like there was a bounty on my head. I am not dumb. I know the games people play. I know because I play those games too. I am well aware when I am not wanted. I will take my business elsewhere. Your loss. There is only so much a person can take before the passion fizzes out. I didn’t dread going to work. I like work. I like what I do. I like the people I work with (okay, some). I was finally tired of the constant barrage of being told that I am a lazy mofo who gives too sheets about work.  How does that motivate you to work? How and why would someone want to show up to work when this is the thanks you get for the work you do? How can you give any effort and do your best when all you get it negativity?  While I kept my head up high and struggled with the days of being watched like a would be thief. I watched what use to be a fun and enjoyable place to work as everything and I mean everything, began to crumble on one Wednesday afternoon. It was then when it was apparent that the camaraderie we had was about to take a serious 180. After that day, nothing was the same. It would be only a matter of time before those left standing were forced out or taken out. It’s our choice. Get out before they take you out. I decided with jumping ship. Took a while but finally a chance to start fresh once again fell in my lap. I hope that this is a wise choice. I rather not wind up in a line with others looking for a job when there isn’t any to spare. This is my story. This is what started as a glimmer of hope that turned into a crazy and unexpected week of fun, headaches and money that could have been used to feed and fuel my thirst for alcohol, that is now being spent on more less important things.

It was a few days before Labor Day when I took it upon myself to finally try and see if another store would welcome me in their arms. That isn’t a physical type ‘welcome in their arms’ thing. I don’t like germs and hugging people is not my repertoire of basic human interactions. I applied. The closing date for this position was Friday. It was my day off. I had just arrived home from eating a delicious breakfast at Bob Evans and that meal was so filling, I had to sleep it off. So I napped. The nap was amazing. I can not be for certain how amazing it was but naps usually make me happy. The only time I get enraged because of a nap is if I work the following day. Those naps send me over the edge.

During my nap, I received a phone call that set in motion what will be a change that I see being a great one but still could forecast some sort of impending doom my feeble mind cannot understand. They were calling back to request an interview. How happy I was. I danced. I leaped for joy. I was filled with what something strange. I think it is called hope. I was also getting an interview at another store. It is nice to feel wanted. It’s a nice feeling to have when people want you. I felt like I was the rope in a game of tug of war. These two fantastic stores, battling over who will prevail and who will suffer when my greatness doesn’t fill their store. Sure I am talking a big game right now. Sure my ego is bigger than the breasts on a wanna be porn star. I like feeling cocky. I like having this feeling of knowing that my work is appreciated somewhere else and I am not what others see as just a slacker with a ho hum attitude. Yeah, I am awesome. There is no doubting that. My awesomeness is well worth telling people about.

I went in to the interview with the idea that the job is mine. I was sure it was mine. I mean, I could have waltzed in there and done anything, be it obscure, obscene, or normal, the job is mine for the taking. They can just hand it to me on a silver platter and tell me when I need to start. I don’t do very well in interviews. I tend to get nervous and stumble over the answers. I mean we are being tested of our knowledge and how well we present ourselves. I answered every question to the best of my ability. I am sure that some answers were not what they were looking for but I had to be truthful. If I don’t know the answer, I shouldn’t pretend that I do. After it was over, I walked out and thought to myself on the drive home that I messed it up. I kicked myself and regretted saying some of the answers I gave. Still, I had some thought that maybe, just maybe, I might pull this off and be hired on. They were to call me and tell me their decision on Thursday.

I had already set up another interview with another store as a precaution. If I wasn’t to get one store, I had a fall back plan. I had a great opportunity to get hired on at either store. Biggest problem would be if they both said yes. Then what? How the hell would I make a choice like that? I was just about to head out for the other interview when the store I first interviewed at called me. I got the job! I spoke with the manager for a bit. I informed him about the second interview I was having. He understood and told me to go. I let him know that I was going to listen to both and make a decision by the next day. First thing in the morning I would call each of them and tell them my choice. One will be happy and the other will be upset. The second interview was pretty laid back. I was comfortable and didn’t sweat like I did before. I left with a job offer. I told them that I was offered the other job and had to really think about it. I really had to decide which one will make me happy and be in the best interest of me.  I left the other store and made my way home. I had this weight come off of me. I felt like what I’ve been wanting for many months was about to happen. I was about to get myself away from the constant hovering and ridicules. I was ready to finally put an end to putting work first and finally put me in front. It was about time to finally think about me for a change and not work.

When I arrived home, I pulled out a paper and pen and went to work. I wrote out the pros and the cons of each place. I nursed a beer and contemplated which store to pick. They both had great pros. They both had cons. This was a very tough decision to make. But I promised them both they would receive a phone call the next morning. They did get their call. After the list was wrote and after I looked it over for a while, I had a pretty good idea which place I was going to pick but I still wasn’t 100% sure. I still had some doubts in my mind about whether or not, is this going to be the right move for me? Am I going to make a big mistake if I do this? Will this benefit me in the long wrong? Later that night friends came over and we talked over a few drinks. I dragged myself to bed and within minutes, I was asleep. What a fantastic sleep it was.

It was a peaceful sleep. I didn’t wake up. I didn’t toss and turn. I was out like a light. I am sure the booze played a very big part in that. I woke up the next morning. I stepped out of bed and at the exact moment my feet hit the floor, I knew instantly what store I was going to. I know why I picked the place I did. I’ve been asked why but rather not say. I want to keep that to myself. I weighed the options and one just out weighed the other. I called up both managers. I told one the good news and I told the other the news that I am sure ripped a hole right through his chest.

It was then that I called my work to tell my boss my decision. I had finally done it. I had finally put work second and finally, after so many years of playing second fiddle to my career, I put my life first. And you know what? It felt effin’ great! I am to start on the 26th of this month. That’s not too far away. The worst part of this whole thing is waiting. I had another full week of work to survive. After that, I was to be free. I was ready to start a week vacation to relax, to refresh, and to maybe booze it up a little a lot. I know I can survive. I know this week wasn’t going to be anything new. I was ready to give it my 100% and after that, finally do a ‘mfs’ and say good bye to some of the greatest memories I made in 6 1/2 years.

Keep watching for part II of this post. See how it all played out this week, from the first day to the final hour. 

 

And then there was one.

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What an eventful night. It was just before midnight, when I awoke from my slumber. There I was, asleep in my cap. I am a heavy sleeper. I will sleep through everything. Scratch that. I will wake up to two things. My alarm clock on my phone and a phone call. Sometimes I do sleep through a phone call but for this story, I will say I only wake up to them. Honestly, I am a heavy sleeper. I rarely wake up to noises. Even the crying of a newborn won’t wake me up. If hell was raining down and a meteor was about to wipe out mankind, I will not be awake for such a cataclysmic event. To the story at hand. There I was, asleep on the couch. I had just finished some terrible movies and felt the only way to wash that filth off was to sleep and hopefully erase any memory of it from my noggin’.  A ruckus startled me and I jumped from the couch to see what was the matter. The noises I was hearing was vivid in my dream. The only thing I recall from my dream was hearing the commotion outside. I went to the door and peeked outside to see what it was. This sudden fear overcame me. I dove back on my couch with a metal bar clutched in my hand. I gripped it tightly where it dug into my palm, spilling blood. With a blood stained hand, I ran to another room. My old roommate was in his bedroom. I called to him, screaming about the madness outside but being a dream, the only thing I could do was shout out nothing but dead air. It was as if I had the wind knocked out of me and I couldn’t speak.

I finally woke up to the sounds of sirens and people screaming.  It was Armageddon outside. A gaggle of people were outside, each of them hooting and a hollering. Even with the wails of police sirens and the kaleidoscope of red and blue growing in size, the ruffians continued to partake in their illegal activities.  I wouldn’t be so pissed off if I were awake at the time but these buffoons disturbed my sleep. This enraged me. Maybe I would be nicer if Freddy Krueger was creeping up on me with his glove in hand and they saved me but that isn’t the case. Krueger isn’t real. These kids are. They unleashed the Hulk in me.

Hulk smash!

With no respect for others, they broke out the stereo equipment and had their own Rockfest in their front yard. I’m all for all night partying. I do it but when I do, it’s in the comfort of my own home. It’s just me, a bottle of beer (or captain if I’m man enough) and my Internet to keep me company. I go outside and I see three…no four. Wait! Five! Yes, six squad cars surrounding one of the buildings like they were seal six staking out Bin Laden. This isn’t the first time and will not be the last time the cops are called to my complex. Some of the kids run away from the apartment before the police can arrive to control the situation. Others hopped in their cars and sped off. I don’t think they had gotten very far. The police were all over the place. I am sure they were stopped and booked for being complete douches.

Aside from the hooting and hollering, a girl is screaming. It could have been either a scream for help or a I’m a crazy white bitch scream.  Putting my knowledge of Agatha Christie novels to use, I was like Hercule Poirot. I deducted that this hellish scream was in fact a,  “let’s wake up the effin neighborhood” scream. At least one party guest was kind enough to care about the other tenants in the area and he politely asked her to, ‘shut the hell up, bitch’. Thank you, kind sir. I tip my non existent hat to you. You saved us all from permanent ear damage and also brought an end to the miracle ear stock.  

I sit outside, dazed and confused. (alright alright, alright) The Boston Pops are as baffled as I am. We watch the ordeal unfold before us. We are all captivated by the police presence and their quick arrival. If I was to be truthful, their quick arrival was the most captivating. Too bad my local police force wasn’t on call in New Orleans six years ago. The cops were flashing their flashlights on them. They lined up the thugs and calmed them down. Pretty impressive for the GPD to wrangle these users and shut them the hell up. From where we were sitting we couldn’t make out much of the situation but it was clear that these kids weren’t getting a simple slap on the wrist. We waited and placed bets on when the paddy wagons would show up. How amazing would that be? Imagine seeing three or four wagons pull up, handcuff each individual and shove them (nicely I should add) inside the wagons. 

We watch. We wait. We talk about the flea infestation and compare battle scars from their bites. It is unsure as to who brought these insects inside our dwelling. I had a short visit from an old friend. He brought his cat along. Being the animal lover that I am, I said it would be better and more humane to let the cat inside instead of keeping it locked in a car overnight. The Boston Pops were cat sitting a friend’s four-legged friend. My detective skills lacked here. We don’t know who brought this hell on us but they at least bombed their home. Good for them but bad for me. I still have yet to bomb my place. Thinking about it now, maybe since they have bombed their apartment, all the fleas decided to jump ship and choose my home to squat in. I know the Boston Pops are having a good laugh over this now. I figured out their plan. If it isn’t the Ghost of Carlos or the Dead Zombie Wife, it’s fleas. These blood sucking vermin now plague me. Could this have been the diabolical plan all along? The devil moves the Boston Pops in. I gain their trust. Then after the trust is gained and the fear of having my soul taken away, they strike. They unleash the fleas to not only only drain me of my blood but scar me for life, physically and emotionally. I should have never let my guard down. I need to act fast and kill these blood suckers before they kill me first.

How did I get off track? I am sorry about that. This post isn’t about the fleas. I am talking about the other parasites that is infesting my hood. Time ticks by. The money pot is still there and we have yet to see any wagons pull up. It’s about 1am now. The craziness is dying down. Some of the squad cars have left to either head back to the station or patrol our neighborhood. Some of the bothersome and trouble making tenants were told to leave. One by one, cars drove off. The party grew smaller and smaller, leaving just one person…

And then there was one. This chain smoking fool would come outside every five or so minutes. He has some balls I tell yeah. Still parked outside was a lone policeman or woman. I never did lift up their tail to see. This lone officer parked his vehicle on the right side of the street. His high beams on, he sat alone in his car filling out the countless reports him and his men had the dull task of doing. Maybe the lighting was not soothing where he was parked but he decided to move to the other side of the street to finish up with the reports. He is met up by other patrol car. They talk shortly. He still resides there parked conspicuously, hiding in the darkness ready to pounce of the unsuspecting people who think the coast is clear. When all seems fine, he turns off his beams and drives off in the distance. Another day on the job. Another neighborhood safe from the evil of those who disturb the peace.

But what is that? What comes out of the darkness? We spot a black Acura. It may have been white or green, or any other color. Since it was night time and things are dimly lit, everything looks black. So this mysterious Acura drives slowly by my and the Boston Pops apartment. It is like those movies you see when gang banging thugs drive slowly by someone before they pull out their glocks and end the life of those who might speak negatively about them. We were safe. We so no guns and didn’t get a talking to from the driver or passengers in the car. They have more important things to worry about. They had to pick up the stash they tossed out their window. Not wanting to head to prison who a narcotics charge, these ingenious people dropped their drugs in an empty lawn. After the police presence dispersed, they went to the drop point to retrieve the bag of goodies. We wanted to be good citizens and flag down a passing by patrol car but they didn’t stop. They ignored us cause I am sure he was thinking, ‘what the eff do they want? I have more important things to do.” I could be thinking too much into this. Maybe he didn’t ignore us cause he didn’t want to spend more time filling out statement. Maybe he just didn’t see us. We were tucked away behind some trees. He just didn’t see us. Plain and simple.

Still, it would have been awesome to see some drug dealers get busted. I mean we never did see any paddy wagons. That put a damper on the night. At least give us something to get excited about. Give us some action. Give us the gratitude of making our neighborhood safer and actually feel like we contributed to society. The only contribution we do for society is paying taxes. That’s not rewarding. Thanks a lot, officer. You ripped what little joy I had left in me that night. The Acura drove off. He made a few circles around the hood, presumably to lose the cops trail. He was gone. But remember the last party goer? That chain smoking fool thought it was safe to finally leave the scene of the crime and meet up with the others. Maybe he was looking for the Acura. That might have been his stash. Whatever reason it was, he was driving and ready to elude the police. He pulled out of the parking lot and made his way past us. A police car appears out of nowhere and follows him. The chain smoker makes a right and the cop follows. Who knows how many lefts and rights he made but in the distance, we could see the ominous glow of red and blue lights filling the darken sky. It was at that point we knew it was all over for smoking Joe Camel. All those constant hours of playing Grand Theft Auto didn’t pay off. He had been caught and was ready to pay the piper. Hopefully he isn’t a narc. Don’t want him turning in the Acura. No telling how tough those suburban gang bangers truly are.

The night was over. It was almost two in the morning. The cold, September night was getting to us. We both retreated back inside. I nestled myself back on the couch. I closed my eyes and hoped for a good night sleep. Sleeping is hard once you get awoken midway though your sleep cycle. I have every right to complain. They ruined my night and ruined my normal sleep schedule. I just hope that with my sleep pattern now out of whack, I can get it back to normal before I start my new job. If I am late, I will use this as an excuse. I just hope they buy it. Would suck to lose my job over something like this…unless this is the work of the witch. But that my friends, is a whole other story for another time.

Picnic In The Park

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Free Candy VanI could have been a victim. I could have been traumatized if I let my guard down and chose to eat some, delicious pizza. Thankfully, my mother discussed with me the importance of ‘stranger danger’. The matter I am about to discuss isn’t a laughing matter and should be a warning to children or perhaps mentally challenged adults around the world. But since I take nothing seriously and try my best to make light of difficult situations, I find much humor in the past ordeal I unwittingly took part in.

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GTDagenda is almost exactly what I need…almost

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GTDagenda iconAbout a month back I got an e-mail from Dan Baluta over at GTDagenda.com asking if I’d like to use his service on the condition that I write about it later. Sure, why not? Wait, what is GTDagenda.com? It’s an online task and project management tool that closely mirrors Dave Allen’s Getting Things Done (GTD) approach.

Ah, OK. Well I’m in the business of completing projects and I have plenty on my plate outside of my professional life. Seems like a perfect fit, right? Read on and find out.

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