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:: Monday, April 13, 2009 :: Wow, it's been a forever and a day since I've posted anything. Sorry about that, I've been super focused on my other blog. I'm thinking about coming back to Blogger and staying here. The only thing that's kept me where I'm at now is statistics. Where I write now I get to see how many visitors I get per day, week, and from inception to date. Enough about that though, let's see if I can't sum up the past year in a few sentences. My doctor tried to convince me I had cancer and said I had to have all kinds of über expensive exams done. At first I didn't want to know. Because it's not like I could afford to do anything about it if I did. Could not afford because the small fortune I'd put together from all my overtime at my previous job was wasted on the one I took after it. They refused to reimburse me for mileage and had me drive two hours every day of training. On top of that they didn't pay me until a month after I started. I left that job after three months. Now I've got a really awesome job that I can't talk about. I bought a truck at the begining of this year, then the bank took it back. Not 'cause I missed any payments, but because the sales guy gave me the keys without having gotten my loan approved. I'm slowly but surely working my way back to my fortune. I'll try to update this blog more often now.| :: Monday, June 30, 2008 :: I'm SO bored right now. I didn't get paid this morning so yeah...after work I have to drive to Kirby to pick up my check. Then I have to find a Capital One and a Wells Fargo, or I'm screwed. What am I going to eat? I don't even know how much money I have to work with. I'm thinkin' tacos and pie...mmm delicious. Why can't this job be more exciting?!? I could also go for some BBQ. I don't like that my phone only lets me type 1024 characters, 'cause sometimes I have a lot to say. But then there are days like today when I haven't much to say but hate facing how little I have. That's when I ramble. I'm learning so much today; Mexicans can't send faxes, Whitney doesn't like pie, and IBConnect doesn't always work. Payroll spelled my name wrong, I'm wondering if that's why my check isn't in my account.| :: Monday, June 23, 2008 :: So, I'm thinking about moving my blog back here. I went to and stayed at MySpace because of the statistics offered from my control screen. That and I can leave some posts accessible only by certain people. I like knowing I have an audience, but I really like my blogger blog. I'm at work right now, tryin' to make sense of my life and this weekend's events. I know I shouldn't dwell on it, but questions keep arising and it isn't enough to just say 'such is life'. I guess I'll have to leave it at that, though...and just remind myself that what goes around, comes around.| :: Tuesday, November 20, 2007 :: So I just watched this really weird Hungarian movie called "Kontroll". I'd seen it in the channel guide before, but just never felt like checking it out. Tonight was the night, I guess. I don't know, I guess it was OK...I'm not sure. There was this guy named Bulshc or something like that and he kept getting beat up by people. He lived and worked in a subway system. The guide said the movie was about a hooded figure who pushed people in front of trains. But the only person I saw who even looked like they were in a hood was this chick that rode the trains dressed up like a teddy bear. The killer did show up later though. Bulshc was chasing this kid who didn't have a ticket and just as it seemed he was going to get away....the hooded guy pushed the kid in front of a train. Then the people from the subway's corporate office tried to say Bulshc pushed the kid, then he quit and later he ran into the killer at a costume party in the subway. He ran after him, then the killer went after him and they ran through the tunnels with a train right behind them. Bulshc jumped on to a platform just in time, then wandered about until he found the teddy bear chick who was now dressed as an angel and they hooked up. Hungarians are weird. Did anyone catch Frank TV? I really like Frank Caliendo, but was disappointed by his new show. He was awesome on Mad TV, but when the whole show is nothing but Frank...I don't know..it just doesn't work. Watching him do his impressions it even looks like he's lost a little something. I love it when he does John Madden though, especially when he just mumbles on and on about nothing and out of no where he'll shout "BOOM! Tough actin' Tinactin!".| :: Monday, May 14, 2007 :: These strange anxious episodes I've been, and am having as I type, I think are due to fear. I've found a way to eliminate this fear, but fear going through with what I must to make it happen. I feel like it's time to close the doors I'm not using. A part of me wants to leave one open to see what happens, another to close it and forget, but all of me wants something to go through it and trace the wake I left to the room I'm in. I've been turning it over in my mind with precision all day. I suppose I can't claim to be truly fearless if I don't do this. Nor could I say I don't care what anyone thinks of me. Uncertainty provokes my confidence, which drains and initiates the right conditions for the wrong condition I'll be in. Deep inside, where few have ever been a star is dying. The spark I sense grows as it begins to collapse. To end this fear, is to end distinction. What will be left is what I've fought so hard to avoid. When the glitter fades away and the brightest unit of brilliance succumbs to gravity, I'll be gone. Whether or not who remains can learn to embrace me is my concern. Everyone knows a body can die, few realize a soul can too. If the purest part of me were to die, could the worldliest call it back? To think it's all fueled by something as fickle as emotion is almost enough to make me want to declare this grand scheme flawed. But everything does seem to happen for a reason. If only explanations were in greater abundance. The wind casually whispers, change. While the sands of time slip and run thinner and thinner. The cloud that follows me rains subtle idiosyncrasies, forcing me to remember and inspiring me go on. I find myself drenched with confidence to do what I'm not so sure I should. Every time I duck to dodge the scythe I want more and more to bring about the impossible. But I can't bring myself to act in apathy. An action I feel may hold the key to success.| So...I had this dream last night, I was driving home from Bellville and it was really dark. This big truck almost ran in to me head on. We tapped our brakes at the same time and ended up sliding to a stop with only an inch between us. I'd lost traction, I stepped on the gas to go...but nothing happened, the car just whipped from side to side. I woke up before I made it home. I hope this dream doesn't come true like the one I had before I hit that curb. Yesterday two people drove away with the nozzle still in their gas tank. One of them told us about it, the other put the nozzle back on the pump and left the hose on the floor. This guy that used to work at the store came in and asked if that was my "Thunderbird" outside. I wanted to slap him, but that would be bad customer service, I just corrected him with a stern look and said "Camaro". Shouldn't offend my girl calling her a Ford. It's not the first time either, someone thought it was a Mustang once. How hard is it to read the back of my car? It only says CAMARO in big letters between the taillights. I ended up having to stay an extra hour because my relief was late by 2 hours. An old lady in a Lexus yelled at me because her receipt didn't print at the pump and she wanted me to reprint it for her. I did and she snapped at me, "Why do I always have to come in here for my receipt?!?" I replied, "Because the pump is out of paper." That really pissed her off and she walked out the door, then opened it again and yelled "Well, maybe you should consider changing it!" I just laughed. Then she came back and said her code didn't work. I printed another receipt, but then found out it belonged to another customer. So I gave him a free car wash. This guy came in to buy gas for his car and said he liked my car. I peaked outside to see what kind he had, it was a GTO. I don't know why, but his compliment and seeing the GTO made me think of something. Something that might give me an edge on the track. But I have to consult with someone who knows better first. I won't say what, because if I'm right I don't want anyone else stealing my idea. My phone was acting weird yesterday, I tried to get on MySpace and I had to put up my phone. So I turned it off, but when I turned it back on I kept trying to go to the Cingular mall to buy stuff, all by itself. I can't seem to restrict access either. I took it apart and turned it back on without the SIM and it kept trying. Eventually it stopped, but that was really weird. I don't think I'll be getting on MySpace with the app I got from Cingular anymore. I'm sticking to Opera even if it does overload the buffer. A customer came in with a RIZR, I thought they were cool until I saw one up close. They're kind of ugly, and look really cheap like those Nokia's used by TracFone. I'm definitely getting a KRZR now.| :: Friday, March 16, 2007 :: I seem to have a headache, I feel totally congested, everything was looking really foggy earlier. I had my interview today. I went in just as someone else came out. I can't be sure how long I was in there, but I think it was between 25 and 30 minutes. I arrived early, as usual...and I stood there while one of the manager's best drivers talked to him about an incident he'd had at an H-E-B. I think things went well. Overall, I did good. And good isn't enough, but one part of the entire interview really spoke to him, because I heard him say "wow" under his breath as I answered. Even made him tear up a little. Even if the whole interview was just "good" that bit of heart wrenching may have gotten me in. There are nine more candidates he must interview. Which tells me I should know for sure within the next two weeks if I'm hired or not. Well, not not...I'll just figure that out on my own, when they don't call. The "panel" he spoke of consisted of him and some guy writing down my answers. So it wasn't so bad. It was a lot like when I was interviewed for Wal-Mart. I've decided if this doesn't work I'm going to go apply, and take my job back. I was going over the rule book last night and I may not be able to compete due to lack of experience. I'm hoping drag racing counts as experience, if it does I'll just hit the drag strip every weekend between now and June. The competition has also been pushed back from May 6th to June 9th at Gulf Greyhound Park in Houston. But if drag racing doesn't count, then I can't compete and I'll have to start looking for open events to build my resume. On the plus side it gives me more time to work on the car. If only there were some sort of "drift quest" I could embark on with a "guild" and "level up"...| So I've been trying to get all this stuff figured out lately. I feel sick but don't know what's causing it. A lot of apathy is stemming from what I was feeling for Marisa. It's strange, I feel like I'm going through all the good and bad between us all at once at there greatest extreme. This is my first time using this new format. I went to see my father the other day. While there I asked him what I should do about the feelings she stirred up when I saw her on Jason's birthday and what to do about work. I'm still really conflicted with this whole Frito-Lay thing. On one hand I know it's a great opportunity, but also a lot of pressure. I told the man that interviewed me I was motivated by my desire to make my dad proud. It really spoke to and moved him. Making this even harder, because I'm practically obligated not to fail. Maybe I should watch what I say. I had a bit of a stand off with a copperhead today. Mom found it and tried to get me to kill it, I didn't want to but then couldn't think of what to do with it. So I asked her for a machete but instead she got the neighbor. He and his son killed it. I'm thinking more and more about going back to work for Wal-Mart. I mean...I was practically invited with the red carpet rolled out. I just don't want to put up with annoying people that are jealous and trying to get in my way like Chris. I'm never going to forgive him for what he did to me. Maybe if I go back I can find a way to get even.| :: Sunday, November 19, 2006 :: I just got a phone call from someone I don't know, so of course, I didn't answer. And as usual I went on line and did some research. The name and number on the caller ID were Arif Rahim INC 713 397 1983 I checked Google and found this:| |
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