4.7.1993
Fuck yeah man! I'm all set up in my new room at Joe's. No more attic. I liked the attic but it had some drawbacks. Heat being one of them, dust was another, and most notably- bugs. Lots of bugs. Spiders, wasps, mosquitos, and silverfish. The silverfish pissed me off the most. They irritate me just by cruising around on the walls and the ceiling.
The new room is great. I've moved in a bunch of my grandmother's antique oriental furniture and got almost everything out of storage. It's good to have it all back. I think I did a pretty good job not using up too much floor space. Didn't want to clutter the room up and end up tripping over shit. I've got a few of my grandmother's things but I wish I had her liquor miniatures collection. My dumbass dad gave them away to one of his co-workers. I caught him in the basement at his house one day taking all the boxes of her liquor miniatures out. When I asked him what he was doing with them he said he was giving them away. That really made me angry, and I asked why he was doing it. He snapped "If you have them you'll just drink them". Fucking imbecile. Some of those were from the 1930s and the booze in them, if there was any left probably would have been poison. They were really cool though and me and my sister should have gotten them. It was some feeble attempt to buy his co-worker's friendship I suspect. Nevertheless those should have stayed in the family. Dad has always treated everything that belonged to my mom's side of the family as his, as soon as he got his hands on it. Over the years he's pissed most of it away. Fucker.
I can't describe how much better it is over here at Joe's. I sleep better, and nobody is here trying to piss me off or fuck with me like at home. I should have made the move over here a hell of a lot sooner. Whenever dad is home from work he always expects me to be up at the crack of daylight and if I'm not up first thing in the morning he stays in a shit mood all day. Who the fuck needs it?
Dad made me a deal the other day. He said if I went to court reporting school and graduated he'd buy me a 1963 Mercury Monterey. I seriously doubt he would keep his word on it and besides that I've learned time and time again that accepting anything from him has way too many strings attatched to it. It's not worth it. Any time you accept anything from him, no matter how insignificant, it's like you are obligated to him at his whim. And if you don't appear and perform when he expects it you'll never hear the end of it. So, no thanks pal.
Joe seems to be in a depressed mood again. I predict he will lose his job soon. It will probably be his own fault. As long as I've known him over the past few years there's been many decent jobs he's had but he always seems to quit them in a little snit over things that people say to him. He's really anti-authority.
My unemployment situation has finally come to an end. There was a message on the board for me at my parents house today from Bill and Dave's company. They hired me. I start this Monday at 3:30 in the afternoon on swing shift. Right now I don't know yet if I will be working in micro or printed circuitboards. I have to call in tomorrow to find out the details from them. What a relief. I'm pleased it's going to be swing shift too since I like being up at night. This is gonna be good.
The new room is great. I've moved in a bunch of my grandmother's antique oriental furniture and got almost everything out of storage. It's good to have it all back. I think I did a pretty good job not using up too much floor space. Didn't want to clutter the room up and end up tripping over shit. I've got a few of my grandmother's things but I wish I had her liquor miniatures collection. My dumbass dad gave them away to one of his co-workers. I caught him in the basement at his house one day taking all the boxes of her liquor miniatures out. When I asked him what he was doing with them he said he was giving them away. That really made me angry, and I asked why he was doing it. He snapped "If you have them you'll just drink them". Fucking imbecile. Some of those were from the 1930s and the booze in them, if there was any left probably would have been poison. They were really cool though and me and my sister should have gotten them. It was some feeble attempt to buy his co-worker's friendship I suspect. Nevertheless those should have stayed in the family. Dad has always treated everything that belonged to my mom's side of the family as his, as soon as he got his hands on it. Over the years he's pissed most of it away. Fucker.
I can't describe how much better it is over here at Joe's. I sleep better, and nobody is here trying to piss me off or fuck with me like at home. I should have made the move over here a hell of a lot sooner. Whenever dad is home from work he always expects me to be up at the crack of daylight and if I'm not up first thing in the morning he stays in a shit mood all day. Who the fuck needs it?
Dad made me a deal the other day. He said if I went to court reporting school and graduated he'd buy me a 1963 Mercury Monterey. I seriously doubt he would keep his word on it and besides that I've learned time and time again that accepting anything from him has way too many strings attatched to it. It's not worth it. Any time you accept anything from him, no matter how insignificant, it's like you are obligated to him at his whim. And if you don't appear and perform when he expects it you'll never hear the end of it. So, no thanks pal.
Joe seems to be in a depressed mood again. I predict he will lose his job soon. It will probably be his own fault. As long as I've known him over the past few years there's been many decent jobs he's had but he always seems to quit them in a little snit over things that people say to him. He's really anti-authority.
My unemployment situation has finally come to an end. There was a message on the board for me at my parents house today from Bill and Dave's company. They hired me. I start this Monday at 3:30 in the afternoon on swing shift. Right now I don't know yet if I will be working in micro or printed circuitboards. I have to call in tomorrow to find out the details from them. What a relief. I'm pleased it's going to be swing shift too since I like being up at night. This is gonna be good.
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