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To release thoughts and feed JB's addiction

Ok here is the deal-i-o.


I work too much. I did 37.25 hours last week from Thurs, Fri, Sat and Sunday. Oh and this is on the floor. See my manager thought that I was not doing well enough for him on installs. Him and the store manager Vic thought that something needed to be done. (btw I supprised everyone and hit 98%) So he desided, hey lets swap Pat and Mark. So the sales floor guy Mark.. now installs in my place and I took Mark's place on the sales floor selling. This began April 1st. On Saturday, I ended up #4 in the store in selling Volume behind the TV guys. Took our budget and tripled it and even made our CityAdvantage budget. I said to my self you know what. They wanted to keep me in the section but try me out at sellin just to see how I can do, I will show them whats up. I organized our stock room, cleaned out the kiosks, and basicly am over powering the other associates that dont show up or call out constantly. Tracy one of the assoiates said that there is a Senior spot open on the floor. I want it. Its Assistant Manager for the floor. That is if I dont get moved back into the bay. I was informed that I would be moved into the bay in three months when this dude Chris's Navy time is up. But it looks like Brian one of my buds is becoming Assistant Install Manager at the Catonsville store. So that means it will be Jeremy, Chris, Jeff and Mark left back there. Jeremy, Brian and I were the reliable ones. My shit rarely came back. Jeff, he managed to put a screw threw a roof on a mini van, break a Chevy Cavilier Dash, and doors, and some others. Chris... Chris is just a douche bag. So now if I move back in the bay it will leave Jeremy and I as the hardcore guys. Jeremy now is Assistant Install Manager so what he says goes.
Blah I need more money. I am only making $10.25/h and 30-40h a week. That gives me after tax like $1000 a month. But in reality, I have like $1200 a month in bills. Sarge Lamb has finally stopped calling me. I would like to do 96B MI, but I don't have the time. Work and school is killing me. All I want to do anymore is drink. I have become a borderline AA case. Just about every night of the week I will have 2 beers or the equivilant. It takes my pain away. It really does. My feet stop hurting after I have been standing on cork for 10 hours.
I've also become depressive. This is because of the fact that I spend all my time working or doing school work, and that I have no money anymore. I rarely spend time with friends anymore. The crew. The hard core crew. Yaw know who you are. The ones who shared in a Dorito Taco Salad in Ocean City. It seems like we are drifting apart. I blame it on school and work. Could also be the fact that two of the guys aren't in the country anymore. I rarely spend time with my gf either. I love that chic to death. All I want is to spend time with her. Shes always busy and I am always busy. Nick lately has been spending all his time with Michelle and Mike & Co. Anna is busy with school work and plain work all the time plus I never see her online. And I did exactly what I said I wasnt goin to do to Deana. I basicly stopped talkin to her. But, shes busy a lot with school too. I am busy with school and I dont wanna be. Accounting 111 is kickin my ass. I think its the teacher. Like half the kids in the class do not come to class anymore. Business class is ok. I talk to Ania, the only one who accually does her work on our team. and Thanks to Sean John, I got hooked up with the TeckEast Crew, but that has drama and BS in it right now and I hate it.
I am never home anymore. I dont want to be. I hate being home. That is why I work so much. To stay busy. Just now my mother asked if I was done washin cars. (5:00pm at night and they wanted 3 cars washed) I was like No I did not wash any. Basicly because it required me getting a new wash mitt cause this one I got is crap and fallin apart after like 3 uses. But shes like ok so put your cleaning supplied back. I was like I am letting them dry out since my father put all my clean cloths on top of a wet dirty sponge. She was like well put them away. I asked do you need me to move my car? Since it was blockin her in. No but put the cleaning stuff away. I am goin to but I just asked if my car was in the way? Put the stuff away. I'm just like Jesus H Christ. My mother is the reason I dont have friends over. My father has turned into my grandfather. Has ADD and OCD. bad mix. I have totes of stuff piled in 5 places in my house. My father has taken over the guest bedroom with 2 tables full of paperwork. Every tote in my basement is organized but the totes move... thats all they do. Move. From Garage to attic to basement in whatever order. It is nuts living in my house but I can not afford to move out. I prob could if I did school and two jobs.

Ok I'm done getting things off my mind.

R I P

May He Rest In Peace

St Pat's Day

Yea so today is the other less well known holiday known as Saint Patrick's Recovery Day. And man do I need it. Aside from my Manager being a dicfor, and takin in this huge car to work on. Yea basicly this dude wanted headunit, amps, sub, cap and speakers put in his car. And he wanted it done at 6 oclock. Mind you this is a 4 -6 hour job. My manager goes, eh with two of you on it it won't take that long. So we finish it around 1030, clean up, and leave there at 11. Mind you the store closes at 9pm. So I leave out of there, call Nick up. And find out drink orders. Drive over to Arundle Liquors. and they are closed. Bitches. So I call Nick back to find out where the infamous Allview is. Noone knows. Finally I call up Austin. He knows the turns but not the road names. Amazing. Get there at, get the shit. Spend 65 bucks on drinks, leave there at 1130. 30 min left to drink on st Pat day. Get to nicks and start makin half assed car bombs with Jameson's Irish Wiskey and Bailey's Irish Creme. Was an amazing night. Nick blacking out... Its amazing how strong condoms are. Nick stretched on over his head, and blew one up twice the size of his head. So Nick and I end up crashing. I finally leave his place at 10am, drive home and am like hmm I want McDonalds breakfast. So I go to McDonalds... "Yaw have breakfast?" "Lunch" "forget it" (Time check: 10:30am) WTF. I wanted fuckin Sausage, Egg and Cheese Biscuit. Drive accross the street to the begel shop. Long ass line. Forget this shit. Now I just have to eat lunch. Bastards. Fuck my head still hurts.
Hung over Irish Bastard named Pat out.

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