Jumping Ship
The last few nights I could not become motivated enough to go in to work. The thought of having to be there made me angry. I called up and pretended to be sick. Then I lied and told them my car was busted. So I still couldn't come in to work. The staff was so short handed that my annoying supervisor offered to pay for a taxi cab to come get me. When I refused she offered to drive across town and get me herself. I still declined the offer. Wench.
Jennifer and I talked about how she would feel if I quit the Optical Lab without already having another job lined up. She didn't like my graveyard hours at all and said she would be happy if I ditched the place. That was a relief. So, yesterday I called them up and told them to get fucked. I quit, and I hated them so much that I wasn't even going to come in to turn in my badge or keys. I'd mail it to them when I got around to it and hung up. Man did that feel good! I should have done that a month ago. This has been the most irresponsible thing I've ever done to an employer and I have to admit I did feel a miniscule amount of guilt about it. The guilt passed in a few seconds. It will be a huge help to be able to get back on a normal sleeping pattern, start seeing some friends again, and spend some more time with Jennifer. I will miss the technology at the Optical Lab though. It really was one of the most impressive things I've seen and worked on so far. Too bad they weren't better organized and had regular eight hour shifts. That twelve hour shit is bogus.
My immediate problem is finding another electronics company as soon as possible and get hired in. There's quite a few in the general area to hit up for a job and I'm going to start sending out resumes and call in for applications tomorrow. I already saw one company that looked interesting. They placed an ad in the paper looking for all sorts of people with previous electronics and manufacturing experience. A bunch of the stuff they had listed I have done before and can handle with no problem. I feel fairly confident that with all the stuff I did over the past couple of years at Bill and Dave's they will like what they see and hire me in quickly. I detected a sense of urgency in their newspaper ad so hopefully I can exploit that to my advantage. In the meantime it will be nice to have some time off and just hang out.
The dirty hippie that was my room mate has finally moved out of B Street. I can't even begin to describe how happy I was when he gave his notice that he was moving out. Jerry is one of the biggest sacks of crap I've ever had the misfortune of meeting in my entire miserable life. Good riddance to you Jerry. May lightning strike you the moment you step out of your rapist van at the very next Grateful Dead show. Smoke a turd in hell while you're at it, chump.
The other roomies I had also recently left the house and I've been able to become the house czar here. I get to say who moves in and who gets thrown out from now on and that's a good thing. I don't have control over the drunk woman that lives in the side apartment on the first floor though. Wish I did, I'd have her evicted in a split second. She's been here for years and is constantly hammered out of her mind on cheap booze. Her man frequently comes over and beats the shit out of her. We can hear everything that happens in there because her livingroom and our livingroom share one common wall together. We've called the cops on the guy so many times it's not even funny. Each time they arrest him and haul him into the back of the squad car he always yells at her how much he loves her and all sorts of sappy bullshit. She usually bails him out a couple of days later and then he comes right back over and beats the shit out of her again. I kinda gave up calling the police after the last incident.
Last time the next door beatings began I was eating a bowl of soup and dunking some soft rolls into it and grubbin' out on the couch. All of a sudden I heard that asshole barge into the lady's place and start in on her yelling about how she must think she's the queen of Sheba and she can get away with whatever she wants when she wants to. Then he grabbed her, she started yelling, and her head got knocked into the wall right behind where I was sitting on the couch. He busted her noggin a few times in a row and it made some of our decorations fall off the shelf. I became very still and just listened. His shouting white trash insults and low IQ comments at her continued and then it sounded like he had her pinned down on the floor and he was choking the life out of her. It was intense. I called the cops like usual, they came out and hauled the dimwit off and then guess what happened a couple of days later. He was right back in there with her watching TV and drinking shoddy beers. Fuck me, I give up. If he kills her next time too bad. You can only try to help someone so much and if they won't help themselves there's nothing more you can do.
Senor 23, Senor Random, and Senor Strange have all moved in here. It's gonna be a rockin' time at this house now for sure. Yessir.
Jennifer and I talked about how she would feel if I quit the Optical Lab without already having another job lined up. She didn't like my graveyard hours at all and said she would be happy if I ditched the place. That was a relief. So, yesterday I called them up and told them to get fucked. I quit, and I hated them so much that I wasn't even going to come in to turn in my badge or keys. I'd mail it to them when I got around to it and hung up. Man did that feel good! I should have done that a month ago. This has been the most irresponsible thing I've ever done to an employer and I have to admit I did feel a miniscule amount of guilt about it. The guilt passed in a few seconds. It will be a huge help to be able to get back on a normal sleeping pattern, start seeing some friends again, and spend some more time with Jennifer. I will miss the technology at the Optical Lab though. It really was one of the most impressive things I've seen and worked on so far. Too bad they weren't better organized and had regular eight hour shifts. That twelve hour shit is bogus.
My immediate problem is finding another electronics company as soon as possible and get hired in. There's quite a few in the general area to hit up for a job and I'm going to start sending out resumes and call in for applications tomorrow. I already saw one company that looked interesting. They placed an ad in the paper looking for all sorts of people with previous electronics and manufacturing experience. A bunch of the stuff they had listed I have done before and can handle with no problem. I feel fairly confident that with all the stuff I did over the past couple of years at Bill and Dave's they will like what they see and hire me in quickly. I detected a sense of urgency in their newspaper ad so hopefully I can exploit that to my advantage. In the meantime it will be nice to have some time off and just hang out.
The dirty hippie that was my room mate has finally moved out of B Street. I can't even begin to describe how happy I was when he gave his notice that he was moving out. Jerry is one of the biggest sacks of crap I've ever had the misfortune of meeting in my entire miserable life. Good riddance to you Jerry. May lightning strike you the moment you step out of your rapist van at the very next Grateful Dead show. Smoke a turd in hell while you're at it, chump.
The other roomies I had also recently left the house and I've been able to become the house czar here. I get to say who moves in and who gets thrown out from now on and that's a good thing. I don't have control over the drunk woman that lives in the side apartment on the first floor though. Wish I did, I'd have her evicted in a split second. She's been here for years and is constantly hammered out of her mind on cheap booze. Her man frequently comes over and beats the shit out of her. We can hear everything that happens in there because her livingroom and our livingroom share one common wall together. We've called the cops on the guy so many times it's not even funny. Each time they arrest him and haul him into the back of the squad car he always yells at her how much he loves her and all sorts of sappy bullshit. She usually bails him out a couple of days later and then he comes right back over and beats the shit out of her again. I kinda gave up calling the police after the last incident.
Last time the next door beatings began I was eating a bowl of soup and dunking some soft rolls into it and grubbin' out on the couch. All of a sudden I heard that asshole barge into the lady's place and start in on her yelling about how she must think she's the queen of Sheba and she can get away with whatever she wants when she wants to. Then he grabbed her, she started yelling, and her head got knocked into the wall right behind where I was sitting on the couch. He busted her noggin a few times in a row and it made some of our decorations fall off the shelf. I became very still and just listened. His shouting white trash insults and low IQ comments at her continued and then it sounded like he had her pinned down on the floor and he was choking the life out of her. It was intense. I called the cops like usual, they came out and hauled the dimwit off and then guess what happened a couple of days later. He was right back in there with her watching TV and drinking shoddy beers. Fuck me, I give up. If he kills her next time too bad. You can only try to help someone so much and if they won't help themselves there's nothing more you can do.
Senor 23, Senor Random, and Senor Strange have all moved in here. It's gonna be a rockin' time at this house now for sure. Yessir.
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