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|Sunday, October 7th, 2007|
|Tuesday, February 27th, 2007|
|Sandwich Shop Adventures
I love my job. Since August, I have been working at Jimmy John's Gourmet Subs near campus. Friday night, I took a delivery to the Sherwood Apartments around 3 in the morning, winding down the 2:30 rush. I knocked on the door, and I few seconds later, a shirtless white guy opened the door. Some other shirtless guy appeared from the back to shout "JIIIIIMMY JOHHHHHN!" at the top of his lungs for about fifteen seconds, then returned to whatever he was doing.
I handed the other guy his credit card slip and a Sharpie marker. He took the cap off and stuck the business end in his mouth, like some people do with a ballpoint pen to get the ink started. I just stared in astonishment while a confused look spread over his face. He snatched the marker out of his mouth, drawing a black line from the corner of his mouth up the side of his face, and stuck out his tongue which now sported a big black blotch in the center.
He said, "Man, that's not good, huh?"
I got a three dollar tip anyways. That kind of shit happens all the time.
I love my job.
|Thursday, July 22nd, 2004|
All of June and a good chunk of July since I last updated, and weeks since I've looked at other people's Livejournals. Also a long time since I've checked my email. Nefarious technology. But, mentioning technology, I want damn near everything that thinkgeek.com sells. The down side would be all of the supervillians that would hassle me afterwards. No, come to think of it, that too would rock. More later, there's something I've been meaning to post since I was in England, and I'll type it in as soon as I go get my notebook. Then I'll probably fill space with lyrics that are caught up in my brain. Current Mood: moustache-twirling.
|Tuesday, May 11th, 2004|
I tore the ass out of my pants today. The entire seam running along my back left pocket gradually split open over the course of the day as I painted the baseboards of an empty apartment. I earned $75 tho', which buys plenty of needles and thread, and probably at least five more pairs of cheap Old Navy jeans, if I were so inclined to purchase them. I've had these jeans since maybe my freshman or sophomore year of high school, and so far I've ripped open the knee, caught the right leg in my bicycle sprocket and tore it open from ankle to calf, and burst open the crotch (what a great phrase!). Plus a couple other little holes in several areas, torn-off beltloops and raggedy cuffs, the works. Great pair of jeans that I intend to wear until they're scraps of fabric mainly held together with yards and yards of thread and several iron-on patches, and beyond. I also found a miraculous hat sitting next to the Salvation Army dumpster three days ago, apparently discarded along with some children's clothes and old toys as being unsuitable for the discerning customers of the establishment. It's a quality black felt Tom Waits hat (it simply resonates with Waits), either a flattish, rounded Porkpie or a Homburg with a slightly turned-up rear brim. I like it a whole hell of a lot. On a completely tangent note, I think I'm going to change my facial hair soon. I've had the Goat-'Stache for a while now, and it's time for something new, perhaps to match the hat. Pleasant evening, everyone. Current Mood: Eatin' chicken