Ugh. |3:30 PM|
Plenty of overtime, no answer on the porn store. Things are strange, but I lack much information.
I finally got the shirts printed, I'll be sure to post some images of them in action.
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Monday, August 26, 2002
Zusty Mirror |7:03 PM|
Sadly, zusty does not want me to link to her blog. So, I mirror here a great link she provided.
Yes, said link's commentary may be a bunch of hooey, but the article they link to is interesting, and the commentary is funny.
I've got stories to tell, dances to dance, but first I have to do some chores. Be back shortly.
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Sunday, August 25, 2002
Hello, to hired, to fired. (Well, not fired yet) |7:17 PM|
I just found a job, but the whole process has be astonishingly surreal. I was calling all the companies with ads in the phone book, looking for on site computer repair places. After a few calls, someone finally picked up. Though a bit longer, this was the basic gist of our conversation:
Him: "Comp-U-Med"
Me: "Hi, I'm looking for a job"
Him: "Oh, good, I'm in the process of firing my weekend guy. You want a job?"
Me: "Sure!"
Him: "Do you know anything about computers?"
Me: "I've repaired my share"
Him: "Great. Call this guy, fix his computer."
Me: "!"
I showed up at this guy's house, fixed his computer (RAM chip was loose) billed him, and left. All cash, though it was suppossed to be a check. This is without the guy on the phone (Rick) knowing anything about me. He wanted a resume sent at some point, but it wasn't real high priority. All he knows is my phone number, and the name I gave to him. For all he knows, I murdered the guy who owns that phone, called him, and was now expected to show up at this guy's house. This is all so...creepy. I know I'm a good guy, but for crying out loud, how does Rick know that? Sheesh. Hello to hired in less than 10 minutes.
I got some extra money today. I need to find Rick tommorow, and give him his share. Oh, and I have to go by the porn store and apply there. This is just a banner weekend.
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Combust like you mean it. |4:04 PM|
I continued my job hunt today. Oh, I wish to brag that of the items on the job list below, I completed almost every single one, and made good effort on the one or two that failed (The 98se disc one was hard to finish, seeing as my sister has now left town. I did schedule a tech repair job for later this week).
So, jobs. I called around, and found some places that are accepting applications, along with some that are actually hiring. Half Price books and Barnes and Noble are both accepting apps, and Dreamers (A local, enormous porn store) is hiring. I'm also putting in an app as a baggage screener, but geez, they don't make dick for pay.
Bizzare jobs I looked into included "Bluebonnet Trampoline Repair". I had no idea trampolines break enough to support a bussiness, but I think it's worth a shot. Sadly, they don't answer their phone on Sundays. (Update: I got in touch with a sweet old lady. Turns out her husband is the entire operation, and therfore does not need my help. BOUNCE. BOUNCE. )
One of the stranger places I found was called "Jeff's Resurrections". That's all that was listed in the phone book, so I decided to call just to ask "What the hell do you...do?
Though I'd like to say it was a front for a bizarre, zombie army building workshop run by a voodoo master, they didn't pick up their phone. I did, however, find them on the internet. They restore cars.
I'm going to start calling computer repair places around town.
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Broken Snake |3:26 AM|
Why the hell am I at home on a saturday night? Well, for one thing I'm saving money. For another, my house needs to be cleaned. Third, no one called me. Sadly, though I try to take the intiative in a lot of situations, planning social outings is not one of my strong suits. I live in the past too much. Not much else to do, nowadays. I fully intend to get something important accomplished tommorow. I've got to use my paypal account to pay for an acution for a friend. I've got to order the videocard and motherboard for my parent's computer, I have to make sure the T-shirts are being made, I need to mail back some books to a friend, I need to schedule a commercial shoot involving a lot of blood, and I need to get my hands on my windows CD in order to re-install my OS and then Worldcraft. Job lists are terrible run-ons.
I keep hoping for a change, but that's not going to happen if my schedule consists of "wait for change".
I'm helping my folks build a computer. Not a top of the line model, but I'm getting them tremendously reliable hardware, for fairly cheap. Duron chip, nice motherboard, tested and true soundcard, stuff like that. If I have to fix the damn thing, then it's going to be easy.
I was talking to a guy last night, another Nathan as it turned out. Nice guy, but he kept getting more and more drunk. Half a bottle of Skyy will do that. He actually called a girlfriend of his in Houston, apparently for the purpose of hooking me up with her. It was very sweet of him, and I did make an effort to stop him. Calling an ex-girlfriend while drunk is probably a bad idea, especially since the purpose of the call was some kind of third degree of seperation booty call.
The internet is a strange place, name wise. The guy knew a fair amount of my real name, and I managed to get his real name as well. It's peculiar to see your name in type. Nowadays, just seeing "Cecil" is a bit disconcerting. It's not the name I was born with, by any means. But it now carries part of the weight of my given name. It's what I was called by people I truly cared about, and it's the name I am known by to several people I'd call friends. That is, if I ever met them in "meat space". Now, all of a sudden, this woman I've never met, and have had almost no contact with whatsoever, knows my real name, where I live, and that I find her attractive. Wonderful.
Shit, I should go back to talking to this guy, instead of typing about him. I doubt he reads this crap, though.
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