Today I
wake up at a decent time, and I call up my
health insurance company to check on my
insurance claim. They assure me that it is being
processed and that if I just wait a few weeks I'll get my money. The surgery was on
November 22, 2000. I think I've waited long enough. I try to call up the
judge about a
ticket I got. But he has decided to
go to lunch early yet again. Twice now I've tried to get ahold of him, twice to no avail.
So I head into work, stopping by the store first to buy a
pack of cigarettes. There's a
girl there, with short gelled
blonde hair. She is tall and slender, and not very
svelte but certainly
cute. Other then her hair, (
short is unusual for this area) there is nothing
bizarre about her. But I wouldn't be surprised if she was harboring a
nipple piercing or some
neurotic disorder, a
closet basketcase of some sort. I could
dig her. She doesn't say much, and seems shy. She speaks
Spanish fluently, something that you need in a town where 70% of the population are
illegal Mexican immigrants working on the various
ranches and
dairies.
I continue my
journey into work, stopping by the local
Subway. The regular there is a girl with
twenty-two piercings in her ear. I feel slightly
intimidated by this because I only have five. At least my
hair is much longer and prettier. She gives me a
discount each day, and has
my order prepared for me as I walk up to the door. She likes me, this much is
apparent. Her voice is too
butch and she's too much of a
social butterfly.
Finally I get to work. I start lugging the
computer I
rebuilt over the weekend in, when my boss decides to jump all over my case because he hasn't received a package from
FedEx. I tell him I have the
tracking numbers and will get on it as soon as I finish with the
computer. I lug the computer in, have a hell of a time configuring our
UPS thermal 2442 printer. All the while he's behind my back
jumping on my ass about this package. It's his
birthday today so I try not to
rip his throat out. The package he wants is on the
truck, which hasn't been by yet. I tell him this, yet he isn't
placated.
The package comes
eventually, the computer gets together
eventually, the day seems to come together
eventually.
Eventually takes forever. The boss is
buzzing off the walls more then usual today. Too much
cake for him maybe.
So I leave that job and head up to my
second job. The
gate guards stop me and decide to do a full search of my
vehicle. They seemed amused by the
McDonald's toys and
Rubik's cube. They leave me be, not without first questioning what a
drugged out looking,
long haired hippy, with
candy colored bracelets is doing on a
military installation. I tell them I work for the
college. They
raise an eyebrow and tell me to carry on. I putter on down the block, and the
parking lot is full. In thirty minutes the lot will be empty, and when I go to leave, there my car will
sit alone in the furthest
parking space from the door. Seems fitting.
Things look slow at work, but
looks are deceiving. The regulars come in. Pam is back from her
vacation. She showers me with
animal cookies and
money to buy a
book she wants me to read. She's also bought me another
bracelet from
New Mexico to add to my
eclectic collection, although she's forgotten it. Sigh, if only she was 20 years
younger and
single. Unfortunately her
daughter isn't old enough. I teach Pam all about
lines and
graphs, what an
even or
odd function is. I'm
bored while I'm
rambling the same thing to yet another student. At a few given times in my life
Algebra actually
sparked my interest. Since I've had this job it has ceased to do anything for me. I can now figure out factors of
trinomials in my head, although while I'm tutoring I'm watching the
screen savers on the computers. Pam leaves, and another regular comes in. I made the mistake a week ago of asking her how her day went. She answered me, and hasn't stopped yet. I stare through her as she rambles, grunting
recognition now and then. I'm really
balancing my checkbook in my head. For those who are interested I have $146.56 in the
bank.
I answer a few more questions and watch as the
clock ticks to 7pm. I quickly buy the book online that Pam wants me to
read and has paid for. I tell Joe my boss I'm out and I'll see him tomorrow. Joe thinks my first boss is
on speed. He might be right on that one. I'm glad I didn't have any
cake.
I come home, and call up this guy who wants me to try out for his
band tomorrow.
Answering machine. I'm not thinking this is going to pan out. So I call up my
ex-girlfriend who has been
bugging me for the past week. We get caught up on
past events. And I try to tell her that running off to
Houston with a 26 year old military male who '
seems nice' is probably not a good idea. Sometimes
she just doesn't get it. Part of me is
hoping she'll
screw up her life in that way, just so she won't call me anymore.
Grandfather is on the computer, which
angers me
to no avail. I'm not home that often and when I am I'd like to have
my time on it. I decide I must
build a computer for myself. I guess now I know what I'll
spend that $146.56 on. I go to bed at 9pm, something that
I didn't want to do but other then the computer I have nothing to keep me awake. I'm too
skittish to
play guitar for three hours. So I sleep. I wake up at 11pm. Which is why I didn't want to go to bed at 9pm. I wasn't exhausted enough to actually
stay asleep.
The computer is free now, and the house is
desolate. But for some reason I can't
connect to the Internet. I'm noding in
notepad. Which is probably a
good practice. It still angers me that I can't go
online.