8.20.1992
If it weren't for bad luck I wouldn't have no luck at all. This morning is a perfect example of my bad luck. I'm completely out of gas and I was counting on my paycheck being here at the store in the morning so I could get some gas and go home. Something happened to the courier and they won't be here until after eleven. Probably later. So I'm sitting here in my car in the parking lot of the store until my paycheck shows up. I was just hanging out here staring off into the parking lot listening to lousy morning DJ's on AM radio when I remembered this journal was in the car. Now at least I can try to pass some of the time faster by doing something constructive.
Right now I'm a little fatigued since I got to work a little before midnight and I've been up the whole time. I was hoping to go home and get to sleep. Jonesy offered to loan me five bucks so I could get out of here but I decided to pass on it.
Night crew is something I've really wanted to do for a long time. No customers or managers. That's good shit. I work so much more effectively without either of those hindrances around. Jonesy has a great way of planning out the shift each night and he's started teaching me how to use hand held portable scanners to place the order for the next evening's shift. It's all fairly cut and dry. Jonesy seems to be a good enough guy to me, hardworking, but definetly a little off center. He has fifteen cars and most of them are dead. He's got them in storage on people's private property scattered across half the state. He isn't real sure how many of them he actually has left due to some of his friends' divorces. Jonesy hasn't checked on some of his cars whereabouts in many years. He's currently got a collection of three 1978 Ford Thunderbirds with T-tops. '78 T-birds have got to be some of the most disgusting and hideous looking cars ever manufactured by Ford. Just another unfortunate by-product of the worst decade this century- the Seventies. Most everything that came out of the Seventies was worthless. I've seen two of Jonesy's T-birds so far. One is a vile light lime green that was once mettalic. It looks like someone puked and made a paint color out of it and it's totally oxidized. The other one is a rust color. Really ugly.
Female trouble. Have I got a bad case of that going on right now. I decided to call it a day with Jacinda recently. I had alot of regret about it. Now that I am going to be making a bunch more loot at the store I went back over to Jacinda's apartment to talk to her again, apologize, and make some plans for getting a place together. If we lived together I'd have a much better idea what she's up to and I could help her out in a big way. I got over to her place early in the morning after getting off the night shift and knocked on her door. Nobody answered so I waited around for a few minutes to listen and see if maybe she was hiding from me. Like she was afraid of me or something. Nothing stirred in there. I assumed she must have been at some other guy's place overnight or maybe got up early for some reason and already left. Either way while I was there thinking about it I decided it might be better to just leave her alone. It would have been good to apologize to Jacinda though. Oh well. I don't think I will go back again. I'm too mixed up and confused. Jacinda was alot of fun and a decent girlfriend. Too bad about all the weirdness that came along with the relationship.
Right now I'm a little fatigued since I got to work a little before midnight and I've been up the whole time. I was hoping to go home and get to sleep. Jonesy offered to loan me five bucks so I could get out of here but I decided to pass on it.
Night crew is something I've really wanted to do for a long time. No customers or managers. That's good shit. I work so much more effectively without either of those hindrances around. Jonesy has a great way of planning out the shift each night and he's started teaching me how to use hand held portable scanners to place the order for the next evening's shift. It's all fairly cut and dry. Jonesy seems to be a good enough guy to me, hardworking, but definetly a little off center. He has fifteen cars and most of them are dead. He's got them in storage on people's private property scattered across half the state. He isn't real sure how many of them he actually has left due to some of his friends' divorces. Jonesy hasn't checked on some of his cars whereabouts in many years. He's currently got a collection of three 1978 Ford Thunderbirds with T-tops. '78 T-birds have got to be some of the most disgusting and hideous looking cars ever manufactured by Ford. Just another unfortunate by-product of the worst decade this century- the Seventies. Most everything that came out of the Seventies was worthless. I've seen two of Jonesy's T-birds so far. One is a vile light lime green that was once mettalic. It looks like someone puked and made a paint color out of it and it's totally oxidized. The other one is a rust color. Really ugly.
Female trouble. Have I got a bad case of that going on right now. I decided to call it a day with Jacinda recently. I had alot of regret about it. Now that I am going to be making a bunch more loot at the store I went back over to Jacinda's apartment to talk to her again, apologize, and make some plans for getting a place together. If we lived together I'd have a much better idea what she's up to and I could help her out in a big way. I got over to her place early in the morning after getting off the night shift and knocked on her door. Nobody answered so I waited around for a few minutes to listen and see if maybe she was hiding from me. Like she was afraid of me or something. Nothing stirred in there. I assumed she must have been at some other guy's place overnight or maybe got up early for some reason and already left. Either way while I was there thinking about it I decided it might be better to just leave her alone. It would have been good to apologize to Jacinda though. Oh well. I don't think I will go back again. I'm too mixed up and confused. Jacinda was alot of fun and a decent girlfriend. Too bad about all the weirdness that came along with the relationship.
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