June 23, 2000.  Friday
 

    Things are moving along.  My summer class ended yesterday.  I also got word that I start work on Monday.  I didn't even have to interview.  Just faxed in my resume.  How 'bout that?  Of course, I'm forgetting how tedious the job will be.  Whatever.  I need the dough.  I also got word from SoYouWanna.com that I've been accepted as a writer for their site.  Freelance, mind you, but you have to get through the application process first.  So perhaps I'll be writing something there sometime in the near future.  And they pay 250 smackers a story.  I'm really looking forward to getting paid to write.  One of these days.

    So yesterday I met Jed and Jen after class to go get a coupla beeaz.  We decided the West village would be the spot. I waited for Jed at the West 4th st. basketball courts, where some sort of tournament was going on.  I gotta say, for the most part, the people who play those courts just aren't very good at all.  It seems all about the show boating.  No fundamentals whatsoever.  I don't know a lot about basketball, but I know bad playing when I see it.  Fifteen pump fakes instead of just taking the ball up only looks impressive if the ball goes in.  Anyhow, I found that amusing.

    So after an unfulfilling walk around the Village, we finally decided to eat at the franchise-esque mexican place called Senior Swanky's.  Mexican food is supposed to be cheap and messy, so my first clue shoulda been the "Swanky" part.  We sat outside, at by doing so had to order food.  After 4 eight dollar margaritas and some wholly unsatisfying "mexican" food, the sum total was 75 bucks.  that really pissed me off.  Especially since we didn't go a lot of other places because they were too expensive.  But we woulda been much better off.  PFC Kathy is always complaing about the Mexican food in this city, and her constant complaints echoed in my head throughout the evening.  Jed got a six dollar salad of what appeared to be extra shredded taco lettuce.  I can't believe there's no good Mexican places in this city.  Everywhere either sucks or is too expensive, or both.  As we were leaving, Jed expressed his displeasure with, "We should have stolen something."

    Speaking of Jed, he told me an amusing little drama he had yesterday in the crapper.  He was sitting down, and he looked down at the floor. He said something to the effect of "So I sit down, and I look at the floor, and I see what appears to be shit.  Human feces!   Then i look closer, and it appears to shit that someone had just recently stepped on.  then I look at my shoe and realize it was shit that I had just stepped on!"  poor guy.  But I found it funny.

    I'm almost partly disappointed that I won't be working at Jed's place of employment.  The condescending fuck of a "team leader"  bought him lunch yesterday, just for helping him out.  He bought jed and "his guys" lunch.  I'm really curious about this corporate world drama.  Jed's always talking about this guy, and how he takes his "management" position too seriously.  Always looking over everyone's shoulder, trying to call meetings to talk about what to do about the empty fax machine, etc.  I'd love to observe this on a day to day basis.  Of course, that would pretty much entail me working there, so I'm content to hear it second-hand from Jed.

    So my dilemna now is how much I want to work.  I'm actually working at james' company.  Rodzilla and I stopped by to say hello on Tuesday, and he mentioned that they had some summer openings. So i'm in.
Anyway, I've been given the option of working four or five days a week. My choice.  Here we encounter my biggest challenge:  the choice to work or not to work.  Here I've been complaining about no job for the last month, and I'm seriously considering only working 4 days a week.  I mean, you gotta ease into these things right?  I'll be making a whopping 10-12 dollars an hour.  If it's ten, and I don't work one day outta the week, that's 80 bucks I'll lose, only 60 of which I'll probably net.  if that.  Probably 55.  Anyway, that's fifty five bucks. Take out 5 more for the lunch I'd buy that day. And 15 more for having to drop off my laundry instead of doing it myself, and it's 35.  And I have to move my car on fridays, which I won't always have time to do, so i'll have to put it in a garage at night.  that's 10 bucks at the minimum.  So basically, the decision is basically like someone coming up to me and saying "Listen, if you give me 25 bucks, you don't have to come into work tomorrow."  I'd probably be like "Uh, okey-dokey."    But I can't.  I have to work. Even though it seems like I've convinced myself otherwise, that'd be a bonehead move. I need the money. There's a lot of shit I want to buy.  Services and whatnot.  So I guess this is my last weekday off in a while. Until the July 4th weekend in 10 days, that is.   So at least that worked out well.  One week of work, then a 4-day weekend. Hoo-ah!
 

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