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A-Typical male's journal. |
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| My day flew by, I didn't even have time to do this until I got home. |
My car died again yesterday. Marie called me and told me it wouldn't start. So, we had to have the garage guys come back out and fix it. I hope my car stays running at least until after Christmas, I don't want to dip into my Christmas money to fix it. Last year Christmas was awful. I mean it. Lysistrata had just quit her job at the ISP we worked at. I had given them a bid (too high, but on purpose) to finish her job, and they had turned me down. The week after Christmas I lost my job. It didn't pay very much, anyway. And I knew a couple months in advance. I had begun a job search already -- a fruitless one. So I had no money for Christmas. My budget was like 50 dollars. I remember how happy I was the MediaPlay near me was going out of business. I was able to buy most of my gifts there. My brother didn't get a birthday present for his Dec 10th birthday, my grandparents got exactly one gift--and that was a tape. And nothing for the spate of birthdays (My grandfather's is Dec 31, Mom's is in mid-January, then my grandmother's near the end, Dad's is Feb 1, my Mom's brother's is Feb 2...ok you can breath now). Ii don't remember what gifts I received. Mostly the gifts were embarrassing because I had nothing to give in return. Christmas, after all, is about giving. This year, I plan to make up for it. Not with expensive gifts, but with well-thought out ones, on a better budget. I want to go to my parents' home, happy that I bring good cheer; not hoping they won't think bad of me, almost-jobless and flat broke. Sorry if I'm a bit depressing today. Azura is back on the second shift schedule, and I haven't seen her awake since Tuesday morning. She called earlier, and she's going to work until 3am tomorrow morning. At least my day went by quickly, going from one immediate project to another, leaving me little time to dally. I really do like that. I've always enjoyed the jobs that kept me busy. Hardee's did, when I worked there for 15 months, ten years ago. On a macro-level, I hated that job. It was dreary, hard, and paid less than the ISP job. I didn't drive, so my job-choices were limited. Hardee's, a grocery store..that was about it. I rode my bike almost 2 miles there and back every day, and stood on my feet all day long making hamburgers, chicken strips and biscuits. But I was busy, and the people were decent. The days flew by. I never stood around looking for at a clock, waiting for time to pass. I was never bored. When I left thought, I vowed to myself never to work in food services again (I had to break this vow, though), and I never looked back. I just need to get my job to a point I stay that busy now.
Generic Joe's A Typical Male
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