The Job

Work, work, work. Money, money, money. Insane UW room and board fees.

I thought about venting all my frustrations about working and about paying "the bills." But instead I'll just mock the car dealers whose window's we clean. In my own nonhumorous way. Ha ha.

Whenever we arrive at a dealership, Forrest and I usually arrive first and our cars don't have the Alpine window Cleaning sticker on the side like the job truck, a salesman walks outside and stares at our car. If we get out of the car to go stand outside, a rep walks towards us grinning like Satan at a lawyer convention (not a bad analogy if I do say so), and asks if we need any help. No thank you, we're cleaning the windows and we're just waiting for the work truck. Away goes the smile and out comes the ciggaretes. Then the rep walks back to the rest of the dealers to continue chain smoking and swearing like wounded pirates. I wasn't aware how much hate these people harbor for there customers. Next time you go to a car dealer, be aware, that nice looking man in a suit walking towards you despises you and everything you are except for that fold of leather in your back pocket.

Lately we've realized it's better not to get out of the car and just wait inside. It's safer and more comfortable, with less chance of getting cancer from second hand smoke. We also try to subtly taunt the reps. Not enough for them to be able to call us on it, but enough to make the day more enjoyable. I'll stick my head out the sunroof and point at cars and say loudly "I like that silver one." Then pull my head back inside the car. And feel much better on the inside.

It's been a while. Whoops. I'm lazy.

Anyway, I'm pretty happy right now. For many reasons. I'm working, which means I making money, which means I can eat and go to school at the same time. I saw Coldplay Wednesday and felt extremely happy about spending $45 on a ticket. It was an excellent concert and it was a good group. I also work very little next week which is kind of nice, since I've been getting home between 7 and 8 for the past week.

Also I got my dorm notice today. I'm in... Mercer, of all place. I didn't even have that on my list of choices. So yeah, I'm off in the middle of nowhere. Brightside of it being that Mercer was the most recently renovated. I'm pretty sure McMahon hasn't seen a new coat of paint since the seventies.

I've been sick this past week which sucks. But I also started working which is good. I also had an interview for a job at the Hilton today, which would be an alright job. I'd move tables, put out food, and so on. All for $9.05 an hour.

AP scores came today. Apparently there was no real reason to worry. I got fours in Bio, english, comp gov us, and calc. Calc being especially good because it means I get out of precalc up at the UW. I also got a five on the comp gov world test. Which makes me extremely happy. I do not credit Powers for my score on that test.

September 28th cannot come soon enough. I'm ready to get out be free of the nagging that has been my life for the past four weeks.

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But why?

For the moment I'm in an oddly good mood. And I'm not sure why. I'm also bored.

I quit

Yeah , I quit the knife job. It was a mistake to work there. I hated the idea of calling up every person 25 and older that I know to see if the would buy knives from me. "But everyone needs Cutco!" says the company. No they don't. Cutco won't cure cancer or aids or the clap. All it does is help someone cut through their ham steak a tenth of a second faster. You know I'm not even sure why I'm bitter over this. Unless it's because I'm going to be hounded by my parents nonstop until I get a job. Why is it that some 38 year ex-crack addicts seem to have easier times getting jobs than I do? Crack addicts have placement agencies and support groups specifically designed to get them jobs. Average 18 year old, middle class, white male, without a terminal disease and possessing extremely good looks and a wondrous physique (maybe), and you companies avoid me like the plague. Although to give the crack addicts credit, they are probably really hard workers.

But you know what? Someday when I'm unanimously elected president and I hold the world in my hand, they'll be sorry. Yeah that's right, their nursing homes will serve only croutons and ice for meals. Dentures will not be allowed.

That might be too evil, I'm not sure.

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And another thing, I'm so ready to go to the UW right now. Screw summer. Let's get started.

Made it

So we finally did it. Graduation and now it's all over. I'm suddenly aware that I could leave home, get a minimum wage job, an apartment, and slowly starve from being unable to buy food. I don't plan to do this, but it is nice to keep the options open.

So my feelings on the last four years are nearly all positive. And I'm really happy with the past two years.

Anyway, graduation and all events leading up to it were good if stressful; too many family and other concerns. Although, I now honestly wonder whether four years worth of SMT work was worth a sticker on my diploma. I also got a nice sticker saying I passed the WASL. Yes!

The grad party was good, quite fun, especially the gym/club. I could have done without the Portland Spirit. Blaring music of any type at 4 in the morning does not make me very happy. The mints in the bag they gave us were worth the whole thing. I swear they put crack in those thigns; I can't stop eating them. Quite good.

So now its summer. Which means there are simply not enough things to do during the day to occupy my time. I'm ready to start training for Vector tomorrow, if for no other reason than to have something to do.

Last and finally, I intend to keep posting here through college, so if you're one of the unlucky few who are going to the UW next year you'll be able to stay deeply enmeshed in all my goings-on. Also, at some point I'll get around to getting an AIM account and I'll post it on here.

So for all you SHS grads, God bless, and good luck.