Just rediscovered this. I want to start posting again. I cannot summarize 11 years in one blog post, so give me some time. I'll probably return with one gigantic post.
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Saturday, April 19, 2014
18 Month Cycle
Apparently I remember this blog every 18 months, because once again that's almost exactly how much time has passed since my last post. And as per usual, a lot has changed. I'll try to summarize what has happened since my last post the best I can.
After starting at Toppers Pizza, I soon realized that their drivers were getting FUCKED hard when it came to money. $3.50 per hour plus tips. It sounds.... okay. The problem is that they were really slow AND it turns out people in Charlotte are horrendous tippers. So maybe 1-2 deliveries per hour, and somewhere between nothing and 2 bucks as a tip. Basically I was making $6-$7 per hour. Less than minimum wage, to destroy my car. No thanks.
One night at Toppers it was so dead I got let off about 4 hours early. There was a Dominos almost in the same parking lot. I cruised over there just to see what was happening there. I knew I needed out of Toppers and I figured Dominos would hire me. They were so slammed that the manager didn't have time to talk to me for almost 30 minutes. When I say slammed, I mean SLAMMED. There must have been 20+ runs on the screen. Drivers were in and back out faster than I'd ever seen. After talking to the manager, I found out it was always like this.
So I got the job. After the guy told me 100% that I was hired, I just quit Toppers. Screw the two weeks. It was almost costing me money to work there. It always feels good to just up and quit a job for no reason. Most people never get the opportunity to feel the sudden rush of freedom that comes along with calling out of a shift, and then all subsequent ones all during the same phone call.
That about sums up what I spent the majority of my time doing. I was working 40+ hours per week, and doing it all in 4 days. Nobody tipped for shit, but it was ok when I was averaging 30 runs per night. I ended up making 75-100 every night just in tips, and they paid mileage. The more I drove, the more I was payed. It worked out.
One night, dominos gave me a bank deposit in a pizza box. They said to take it to the bank and drop it in the slot. They also clocked me out on a run. So i had a pizza in a pizza box, and $1600 in a pizza box. I spaced and handed both boxes to the customer. I realized my mistake SECONDS after he closed the door, but it was too late. I knocked and asked him about it, he said he had no clue what I was talking about. Long story short, I was either fired or had to come up with $1600. I borrowed it from my dad so I wouldn't be fired.
Then, I broke my teeth. Once again, lets make a long story short. It cost about $4500. I don't have insurance, and I definitely didn't have $4500. Once again I borrowed it from my dad. Now I owed him about $6000
Over the coming months, I paid him off what I could. I got it down to $4500. Then my car started having problems. I was secretly happy that my car was failing, because I hated that peice of crap. I hated it almost since I first got it. It was a crappy 4-door sedan old person kid toting slow ass nerdy car. However, I couldn't really afford to fix it. One night, it crapped out for good. We spent about a week trying to fix it but it turns out it had a cracked head. I still owed $1500 on it, so once again dad came to save the day. Back up to $6000.
The good news out of all of this, is that I ended up with the car of my dreams. I found a 370z that was affordable enough for me to handle. I even thought up a worst case scenario of me having to deliver pizza for the next six years, and everything looked great. I absolutely LOVE my car. I've done a few simple upgrades and every single day when I walk out to get into it, it's just as exciting as the first time.
After over a year of living in Charlotte, I wasn't quite so optimistic about what the city held for me. I was really bored with all the people that I met. I made a few friends, but nobody that I actually liked or cared to make an effort towards being friends with. My "gaybor" presented himself as a friend, but really when it came down to it he just wanted to sex me. It got strange to hang out with him because every single conversation that we ever had somehow turned into him hitting on me. Not really all that fun.... I was bored. Tremendously bored. I had no friends, and even when I had spare time I couldn't even spend it doing the things I wanted. I was so far in debt to my dad that every single spare penny was going to try and pay him off. It was dumb.
I started doing web design work for my friend Jimmy. I was getting more and more work to do, and you can bet your ass it was more satisfying and lucrative that delivering pizza could ever be. Turns out Jimmy needed a room mate. His currently room mate kinda just dissapeared one day, and so there was a spot open. That's about all it took. I started working 70+ hours per week and saving literally every penny. After about 2 months I just moved. Got my crap, put it in a truck, and moved in with Jimmy. I believe it was March 4th when I actually got here. So about 1.5 months ago.
I spent about a week just messing around. No work, no nothing. Just cruising around in my car, going to IKEA to see if I could find anything for my room, drinking beer, having a good time. I was expecting to have tons of work from Jimmy, but that didn't really pan out how it should have. It's not a big deal though. I thought I'd have more work but the reality of the situation is that I have no skills. Expecting to get paid for something you don't know how to do is a bit naive. So I went and applied at the Dominos like 5 minutes away. I was immediately hired.
This dominos is the polar opposite of the UNCC once I worked at before. I was used to taking 30, 40, even 50 runs per night, but now I take about 5. Sometimes i'll get lucky and get 10. Their delivery area is also the size of 2-3 normal domino's areas combined. There are some runs that are literally 20 miles round trip. They pay $1.30 per run. I did the math. Even if my car got like 38mpg, $1.30 still wouldn't cover that run. My car gets like 20mpg though, so one run is costing me $4+ dollars sometimes. This place is terrible.
Just the other day I asked to get moved inside. It looks like they're going to make me assistant manager. Any other time this would be abyssmal news, but I'm still doing stuff for Jimmy on the side. I'm making enough money for the moment, but i'm definitely not comforatable yet. My goal is to get back to the point I was when I first started at UNCC. No debt to my dad, no money worries, do whatever I want without really thinking about it. Maybe once I get assisstant manager and start doing more work for Jimmy i'll be able to get there. I still owe my dad $6k.....
So that's it. I just got off work, and I'm typing this. I have to open tomorrow so I need to go to bed soon. Trust me when I say that tons of more stuff happened in the last 18 months, but I think I covered the basics. Until next time....
My NC house just before I moved in.
People from Toppers.
My first glass from glass night at the flying saucer.
My dog deciding to be a cat in my back yard.
Dad, Mom, Gaybor and WWC
My 2013 new year....
Drinking and playing cards against humanity
Dad losing his ass at acey ducey.
Icicles on my car.
Ski trip to Boone.
Our first snow in NC.
Saint Paddy's Day!
Our yearly bike trip. We had to keep stopping on the way up because my dad was sick...
Ed and my spoke spot at the cabin on the bike trip.
My dad and I at my sister's graduation.
I sent this pic to my boss when he asked my I couldn't come to work that day...
My glass collection after a few weeks of going to the saucer.
Who's hat is this?
My mom had to stay up all night for a test at the doctor, so we shot cans with our airsoft guns all night.
Sister shooting the pellet gun.
Ambrosius feeling way to good about her life.
Getting my teeth fixed...
Halloween 2013. IM SRIRACHA!
Jimmy came to visit and we went on a drive in his rental car.
A drive to deals gap.....
Me and my parents adopted my sister's derpy dog.
My room the day I moved in.
My car, and my finger.
After starting at Toppers Pizza, I soon realized that their drivers were getting FUCKED hard when it came to money. $3.50 per hour plus tips. It sounds.... okay. The problem is that they were really slow AND it turns out people in Charlotte are horrendous tippers. So maybe 1-2 deliveries per hour, and somewhere between nothing and 2 bucks as a tip. Basically I was making $6-$7 per hour. Less than minimum wage, to destroy my car. No thanks.
One night at Toppers it was so dead I got let off about 4 hours early. There was a Dominos almost in the same parking lot. I cruised over there just to see what was happening there. I knew I needed out of Toppers and I figured Dominos would hire me. They were so slammed that the manager didn't have time to talk to me for almost 30 minutes. When I say slammed, I mean SLAMMED. There must have been 20+ runs on the screen. Drivers were in and back out faster than I'd ever seen. After talking to the manager, I found out it was always like this.
So I got the job. After the guy told me 100% that I was hired, I just quit Toppers. Screw the two weeks. It was almost costing me money to work there. It always feels good to just up and quit a job for no reason. Most people never get the opportunity to feel the sudden rush of freedom that comes along with calling out of a shift, and then all subsequent ones all during the same phone call.
That about sums up what I spent the majority of my time doing. I was working 40+ hours per week, and doing it all in 4 days. Nobody tipped for shit, but it was ok when I was averaging 30 runs per night. I ended up making 75-100 every night just in tips, and they paid mileage. The more I drove, the more I was payed. It worked out.
One night, dominos gave me a bank deposit in a pizza box. They said to take it to the bank and drop it in the slot. They also clocked me out on a run. So i had a pizza in a pizza box, and $1600 in a pizza box. I spaced and handed both boxes to the customer. I realized my mistake SECONDS after he closed the door, but it was too late. I knocked and asked him about it, he said he had no clue what I was talking about. Long story short, I was either fired or had to come up with $1600. I borrowed it from my dad so I wouldn't be fired.
Then, I broke my teeth. Once again, lets make a long story short. It cost about $4500. I don't have insurance, and I definitely didn't have $4500. Once again I borrowed it from my dad. Now I owed him about $6000
Over the coming months, I paid him off what I could. I got it down to $4500. Then my car started having problems. I was secretly happy that my car was failing, because I hated that peice of crap. I hated it almost since I first got it. It was a crappy 4-door sedan old person kid toting slow ass nerdy car. However, I couldn't really afford to fix it. One night, it crapped out for good. We spent about a week trying to fix it but it turns out it had a cracked head. I still owed $1500 on it, so once again dad came to save the day. Back up to $6000.
The good news out of all of this, is that I ended up with the car of my dreams. I found a 370z that was affordable enough for me to handle. I even thought up a worst case scenario of me having to deliver pizza for the next six years, and everything looked great. I absolutely LOVE my car. I've done a few simple upgrades and every single day when I walk out to get into it, it's just as exciting as the first time.
After over a year of living in Charlotte, I wasn't quite so optimistic about what the city held for me. I was really bored with all the people that I met. I made a few friends, but nobody that I actually liked or cared to make an effort towards being friends with. My "gaybor" presented himself as a friend, but really when it came down to it he just wanted to sex me. It got strange to hang out with him because every single conversation that we ever had somehow turned into him hitting on me. Not really all that fun.... I was bored. Tremendously bored. I had no friends, and even when I had spare time I couldn't even spend it doing the things I wanted. I was so far in debt to my dad that every single spare penny was going to try and pay him off. It was dumb.
I started doing web design work for my friend Jimmy. I was getting more and more work to do, and you can bet your ass it was more satisfying and lucrative that delivering pizza could ever be. Turns out Jimmy needed a room mate. His currently room mate kinda just dissapeared one day, and so there was a spot open. That's about all it took. I started working 70+ hours per week and saving literally every penny. After about 2 months I just moved. Got my crap, put it in a truck, and moved in with Jimmy. I believe it was March 4th when I actually got here. So about 1.5 months ago.
I spent about a week just messing around. No work, no nothing. Just cruising around in my car, going to IKEA to see if I could find anything for my room, drinking beer, having a good time. I was expecting to have tons of work from Jimmy, but that didn't really pan out how it should have. It's not a big deal though. I thought I'd have more work but the reality of the situation is that I have no skills. Expecting to get paid for something you don't know how to do is a bit naive. So I went and applied at the Dominos like 5 minutes away. I was immediately hired.
This dominos is the polar opposite of the UNCC once I worked at before. I was used to taking 30, 40, even 50 runs per night, but now I take about 5. Sometimes i'll get lucky and get 10. Their delivery area is also the size of 2-3 normal domino's areas combined. There are some runs that are literally 20 miles round trip. They pay $1.30 per run. I did the math. Even if my car got like 38mpg, $1.30 still wouldn't cover that run. My car gets like 20mpg though, so one run is costing me $4+ dollars sometimes. This place is terrible.
Just the other day I asked to get moved inside. It looks like they're going to make me assistant manager. Any other time this would be abyssmal news, but I'm still doing stuff for Jimmy on the side. I'm making enough money for the moment, but i'm definitely not comforatable yet. My goal is to get back to the point I was when I first started at UNCC. No debt to my dad, no money worries, do whatever I want without really thinking about it. Maybe once I get assisstant manager and start doing more work for Jimmy i'll be able to get there. I still owe my dad $6k.....
So that's it. I just got off work, and I'm typing this. I have to open tomorrow so I need to go to bed soon. Trust me when I say that tons of more stuff happened in the last 18 months, but I think I covered the basics. Until next time....
My NC house just before I moved in.
Drinking rolling rock and playing video games. That almost completely sums up NC.
My dad and I at my sister's graduation.
Mom had never played "Edward 40 Hands" but wanted to start small...
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Two in a Row!
So I'd like to say that "today was just a normal day, like any other," but I can't. This is one of the first shifts I've ever worked at my new job, and it was my first closing shift. However, it seems like what may or may not be the norm, with a few key exceptions.
I woke up, put my feet on the floor, walked to the bathroom like a dinosaur. Took the dogs out, got some food, drank a Coca-Cola flavored caffeine beverage, etc. It was 1pm and I didn't have to work until 6:30, so I just sat a around and played video games. NC is quite a bit more comfortable at this time of year, so I just opened the back door and let a fan pull some of the fall breeze inside. Our new phone was violently ringing off the hook all day long. There were 8 new messages by the time I woke up, and it must have rang another 20-30 times before I left for work, all telemarketwhores. Odd, but not life changing.
Work time rolls around, I grab a diet coke, make a triple decker bologna sammich (fuckin fuck yea), drag in my dad's UPS package, lock the dogs in the kitchen, and head in to the Topper's Slave House.
Things are already getting a bit smoother. It's always interesting to start work at a new place. It's not like my first few days are awkward or anything, it's just that I don't freakin know anyone. Everyone here seems pretty cool, and I almost immediately feel accepted. It's sad I'll have to look for a new job tomorrow. These people seem cool as hell, I just think maybe they don't realize how bad they're being screwed over.
Deliveries, cleaning, etc. My gay neighbor (henceforth known as geighbor) was texting me. I went and hung out with him and his friends the other day, and he's been texting me. I jokingly said we could hang out as long as it wasn't a date, which he was apprehensive about. He asked why it couldn't be a date, and I said "because I like my dates to have less penises." I think he's mad cuz I haven't heard back. lol.
I took one run to a pretty average hotel down the street, and its a place where they need to come meet me at the lobby. I call, he says he's coming. I'm giving him the order and telling him the price, and strangely, I recognize the voice. I look up, and my brain slowly but surely realized who I was talking to. I looked down at the ticket. "Bill." Holy shit, THIS IS BILL BURR. I say, "Hey, aren't youuuuu.......," and before I could finish he said "Yea. I am. Got any parmesan?" HA! I left him alone and went on my way, but it was a hell of an experience. I don't think I've ever met any famous people before. Not that I was blown away by his super-human awesomeness or some shit. He only tipped $3 after all, but it was cool.
Finish up, closing Toppers is a breeze. And it damn well better be when I'm working for lockness monster wages. Followed.... um..... Rod...ney.... I think his name is.... to the bank. Drove home. Let the dogs out. Opened up a beer, typed dis shit, took a sip, BAM. Done.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Time Warp
So here I am. 18 months after the last post. This blog is going to end up being snapshots of my life every so often. My original intent was to write something down EVERY day so that I could look back and remember what I did on any given day. I guess I'm messing that up.... Oh well. Once again I've gone back and read, so I'm gonna just give a summary to the best of my ability.
I guess lemme pick up where I left off, and I'll just tell the whole story up until now. So I was living in Palatka, Destinie and I sorta liked it, but I think most of all we liked just being together and playing house. We were off on our own, and didn't have to worry about anyone but ourselves. Unfortunately, that grew old fast, and for good reason. Palatka is a shitty town. Last I wrote, I was about to get hired at staples. That never happened. A few days after staples said I was hired, I was at the bowling alley and the guy that ran our league asked if I still needed a job. I figured I'd much rather work at the bowling alley than some place I'd have to wake up early and wear nice clothes. I don't know if I was correct or not, but working for the bowling alley kind of sucked. My manager pretty much thought he owned me, and in a way he did since it was my only source of income, and I was relatively poor. A few months of that and I was pretty fed up, and ready to quit. Months previous to this I put in an application at Dominos, and I guess the assistant manager remembered me. He was promoted, and he called me the next day. I was hired almost instantly. Thank goodness! The palatka dominos is a terrible place to deliver pizza. One of the worst places I've ever worked. However, it was better than the bowling alley.
Well, about this time, things started getting weird between Destinie and I. I'm not really sure exactly what it was stemming from, or what caused it really. Mostly the fact that I'm pretty lazy, I'm sure. Our friends were in Saint Augustine, and we were 30-40 minutes away from any of them. I had some friends in Palatka, and we would do things throughout the week, but I guess that just wasn't what she was looking for. I was fine with just getting nothing accomplished, and sitting around on my ass. I was good with having parties and doing keg-stands and jumping over bonfires. I wasn't really focusing on college or anything important. I wasn't focusing on bettering myself or doing...... well.... anything. And I was good with that. Destinie usually presented herself with being good with that as well, but I guess that wasn't really what she was feeling. It was downright confusing when I think about it. Anyway. She moved back to Saint Augustine, and I stuck around in Palatka. She had a place to stay for free there, and the plan was that eventually I would save up some money and either get a place on my own or with some roomates, or we would get a a place together. I was fine with that, because I was tired of Palatka too. This went on for a little bit, but it was hard to really save too much money while delivering in Palatka. Those people don't really know what a tip is. Me and Destinie were still together, and we would go on dates and whatnot when we had days off, and we would go stay at my parents house and play cards and do stuff still. Everything still seemed to be a-ok.
Destinie's mom called. It was never good when this happened, because her mom always had some negative shit to say about destinie or I, or the way we were living our lives, or how she thought destinie had changed, or just some foul evil bullshit that she wanted to spew at someone. This time was different though. Her mom was sad that they never got to see each other (her parents lived up north). She wanted Destinie to come stay with her for a month, and she offered to pay all her bills and even give her money while she was there. Of course, this was all part of some evil scheme. I mean, destinie was already living in her parents house. Her mom doesn't have a job, or even anything worthwhile to do for that matter. She could have just come down here and spent some time, but no. Anyway, it's arranged that Destinie will come up to stay with her parents for the month of December. That way they could hang out for Christmas, and they'd have plenty of time to catch up and hang out and patch things up. Destinie and I agree that I'll move in with MY parents for 1 month while she is with her parents for 1 month. When she got back, we were going to move in together into a house in St Augustine Beach. We even started looking for houses and went to see a few. I drop her off at the airport, I have tons of her possessions, my stuff was in storage in two different places belonging to her, her car was in my parents driveway, etc. I moved in with my parents, everything was good. We called each other at least once a day just to say hi. I couldn't get ahold of her for 1 day on like the 22nd of december.
Then it happened. December 23rd, I get a long text while I'm at work. In summary, it says "Hey Chris, I'm breaking up with you." It wasn't quite that simple, but that was the gist of it. Then she won't answer the phone. At all. In fact, I haven't spoken one word or heard one peep from her since then. Constant contact, loving relationship, goodnight's i love you's and i miss you's, straight to "fuck you i'm never talking to you again motherfucker." I don't get it. I still don't get it. The only thing I can figure out is that her parents are evil, rotten people. I'm not saying that she didn't have any right to break up with me. It's her life, she can do what she wants. I just mean, she obviously was brainwashed into thinking those things. Once again, she doesn't need permission to think things, even if those thoughts were planted there by someone else. I think the thing I'm most confused about is someone's ability to know someone for 3 years straight, and then disappear without a word at the drop of a hat. It seemed strange enough that I called some of her friends just to make sure that she was alive and not being held hostage or something. Turns out she also "dumped" some friends and never talked to them ever again either. Strange, yes. Unsettling, yes. Confusing and weird, definitely. But such is life. I got my things, put her things in her car, dropped her car off at her empty house, and said goodbye. What else was I to do?
Well. So living at my parents house for 1 month kinda looked a little different now. I wasn't really sure what my direction was anymore. I was still driving back and forth to Palatka for work, and I was pretty bummed. Shitty job, 40 minutes away, just got dumped, making no money, poor as shit, living with my parents. But I made the best of it. A Pizza Hut had just opened about 5 mins from my parents house. I applied, and got the job. I wasn't sure about it at first, but it turned out to be a great place. The money there was great. I made some friends, but mostly I was just working to work. I went in, did my job, and went home. I was mainly just trying to take my mind off of things. Eventually, it sorta worked. I worked there for about six months, right up until the 26th, of last month. After awhile, I was happier. I still wasn't going anywhere, but I really didn't care. Before I left Palatka, I finished my AA degree. I applied to UNF in jacksonville, and I was just waiting to see if I got accepted. I would go to work, bullshit with everyone, go to the bar, and everything was...... OK.
My dad got news that his job was changing. He was a trainer that would fly to Atlanta and Cincinnati, etc etc to teach people how to fix certain copiers. His company was bought out, and they decided that all trainers needed to live in the city they trained in, and they already had all the trainers they needed. He was offered a few other positions, but ended up taking one in Charlotte, NC. Of course, he has a mortgage to pay for. He now needed to get a place in NC pretty immediately, but still had a house payment to worry about. My mom still had her job teaching, and it was right at the beginning of the year. I volunteered to move to NC with him and split rent until he had the house sold and my mom found a job.
So here we are. September 12th, 2012. We found a house instead of an apartment, all three of the weiner dogs are here (mine, and my mom's two), and everything is moved in. Everything is pretty much settled. We have some boxes that are for storage laying around, but those will be taken care of soon. It's a great neighborhood, and things are looking better and better. I found a job within a few days at Toppers Pizza, and they're giving me over 40 hours. Turns out its a pretty crappy job, but its something. They pay $3.50 per hour, and 75 cent per run. Last time I worked I only made about $6 per hour. I'll be job hunting on my next day off, but its ok for now. Some money is better than no money.
So yea. That's it. 18 months summarized in a few paragraphs. Until next time........
I guess lemme pick up where I left off, and I'll just tell the whole story up until now. So I was living in Palatka, Destinie and I sorta liked it, but I think most of all we liked just being together and playing house. We were off on our own, and didn't have to worry about anyone but ourselves. Unfortunately, that grew old fast, and for good reason. Palatka is a shitty town. Last I wrote, I was about to get hired at staples. That never happened. A few days after staples said I was hired, I was at the bowling alley and the guy that ran our league asked if I still needed a job. I figured I'd much rather work at the bowling alley than some place I'd have to wake up early and wear nice clothes. I don't know if I was correct or not, but working for the bowling alley kind of sucked. My manager pretty much thought he owned me, and in a way he did since it was my only source of income, and I was relatively poor. A few months of that and I was pretty fed up, and ready to quit. Months previous to this I put in an application at Dominos, and I guess the assistant manager remembered me. He was promoted, and he called me the next day. I was hired almost instantly. Thank goodness! The palatka dominos is a terrible place to deliver pizza. One of the worst places I've ever worked. However, it was better than the bowling alley.
Well, about this time, things started getting weird between Destinie and I. I'm not really sure exactly what it was stemming from, or what caused it really. Mostly the fact that I'm pretty lazy, I'm sure. Our friends were in Saint Augustine, and we were 30-40 minutes away from any of them. I had some friends in Palatka, and we would do things throughout the week, but I guess that just wasn't what she was looking for. I was fine with just getting nothing accomplished, and sitting around on my ass. I was good with having parties and doing keg-stands and jumping over bonfires. I wasn't really focusing on college or anything important. I wasn't focusing on bettering myself or doing...... well.... anything. And I was good with that. Destinie usually presented herself with being good with that as well, but I guess that wasn't really what she was feeling. It was downright confusing when I think about it. Anyway. She moved back to Saint Augustine, and I stuck around in Palatka. She had a place to stay for free there, and the plan was that eventually I would save up some money and either get a place on my own or with some roomates, or we would get a a place together. I was fine with that, because I was tired of Palatka too. This went on for a little bit, but it was hard to really save too much money while delivering in Palatka. Those people don't really know what a tip is. Me and Destinie were still together, and we would go on dates and whatnot when we had days off, and we would go stay at my parents house and play cards and do stuff still. Everything still seemed to be a-ok.
Destinie's mom called. It was never good when this happened, because her mom always had some negative shit to say about destinie or I, or the way we were living our lives, or how she thought destinie had changed, or just some foul evil bullshit that she wanted to spew at someone. This time was different though. Her mom was sad that they never got to see each other (her parents lived up north). She wanted Destinie to come stay with her for a month, and she offered to pay all her bills and even give her money while she was there. Of course, this was all part of some evil scheme. I mean, destinie was already living in her parents house. Her mom doesn't have a job, or even anything worthwhile to do for that matter. She could have just come down here and spent some time, but no. Anyway, it's arranged that Destinie will come up to stay with her parents for the month of December. That way they could hang out for Christmas, and they'd have plenty of time to catch up and hang out and patch things up. Destinie and I agree that I'll move in with MY parents for 1 month while she is with her parents for 1 month. When she got back, we were going to move in together into a house in St Augustine Beach. We even started looking for houses and went to see a few. I drop her off at the airport, I have tons of her possessions, my stuff was in storage in two different places belonging to her, her car was in my parents driveway, etc. I moved in with my parents, everything was good. We called each other at least once a day just to say hi. I couldn't get ahold of her for 1 day on like the 22nd of december.
Then it happened. December 23rd, I get a long text while I'm at work. In summary, it says "Hey Chris, I'm breaking up with you." It wasn't quite that simple, but that was the gist of it. Then she won't answer the phone. At all. In fact, I haven't spoken one word or heard one peep from her since then. Constant contact, loving relationship, goodnight's i love you's and i miss you's, straight to "fuck you i'm never talking to you again motherfucker." I don't get it. I still don't get it. The only thing I can figure out is that her parents are evil, rotten people. I'm not saying that she didn't have any right to break up with me. It's her life, she can do what she wants. I just mean, she obviously was brainwashed into thinking those things. Once again, she doesn't need permission to think things, even if those thoughts were planted there by someone else. I think the thing I'm most confused about is someone's ability to know someone for 3 years straight, and then disappear without a word at the drop of a hat. It seemed strange enough that I called some of her friends just to make sure that she was alive and not being held hostage or something. Turns out she also "dumped" some friends and never talked to them ever again either. Strange, yes. Unsettling, yes. Confusing and weird, definitely. But such is life. I got my things, put her things in her car, dropped her car off at her empty house, and said goodbye. What else was I to do?
Well. So living at my parents house for 1 month kinda looked a little different now. I wasn't really sure what my direction was anymore. I was still driving back and forth to Palatka for work, and I was pretty bummed. Shitty job, 40 minutes away, just got dumped, making no money, poor as shit, living with my parents. But I made the best of it. A Pizza Hut had just opened about 5 mins from my parents house. I applied, and got the job. I wasn't sure about it at first, but it turned out to be a great place. The money there was great. I made some friends, but mostly I was just working to work. I went in, did my job, and went home. I was mainly just trying to take my mind off of things. Eventually, it sorta worked. I worked there for about six months, right up until the 26th, of last month. After awhile, I was happier. I still wasn't going anywhere, but I really didn't care. Before I left Palatka, I finished my AA degree. I applied to UNF in jacksonville, and I was just waiting to see if I got accepted. I would go to work, bullshit with everyone, go to the bar, and everything was...... OK.
My dad got news that his job was changing. He was a trainer that would fly to Atlanta and Cincinnati, etc etc to teach people how to fix certain copiers. His company was bought out, and they decided that all trainers needed to live in the city they trained in, and they already had all the trainers they needed. He was offered a few other positions, but ended up taking one in Charlotte, NC. Of course, he has a mortgage to pay for. He now needed to get a place in NC pretty immediately, but still had a house payment to worry about. My mom still had her job teaching, and it was right at the beginning of the year. I volunteered to move to NC with him and split rent until he had the house sold and my mom found a job.
So here we are. September 12th, 2012. We found a house instead of an apartment, all three of the weiner dogs are here (mine, and my mom's two), and everything is moved in. Everything is pretty much settled. We have some boxes that are for storage laying around, but those will be taken care of soon. It's a great neighborhood, and things are looking better and better. I found a job within a few days at Toppers Pizza, and they're giving me over 40 hours. Turns out its a pretty crappy job, but its something. They pay $3.50 per hour, and 75 cent per run. Last time I worked I only made about $6 per hour. I'll be job hunting on my next day off, but its ok for now. Some money is better than no money.
So yea. That's it. 18 months summarized in a few paragraphs. Until next time........
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Andrew Snipples
Well well. It seems that if you tried to predict my actions based on my internet activity, you would probably guess that I am pretty inconsistent. Once again it has been a ridiculously long time since I posted. Over six months I believe, to be exact(ish). So once again I have gone back and read what happened to me, and I'll give you a summarized update as best I can.
Transportation
Still got the ole moto. Still running strong. My dad installed some cruise control for me, and fixed the tail lights, and added a high-beam. I guess you could say its better than ever. Well that's what I say anyway. Say whatever you want, bitch. Still got the Kia, and I still hate it as much as ever. It's nice to have something badass like a sport-bike when your day-to-day driver is something as shitty as a spectra.....
Living Situation
Still living in Palatka with destinie. We have really grown to like this town, but it sucks to be so far away from everything and everyone. We pretty much haven't done a single thing to the house since my last post. We are both very lazy, and destinie changes her mind a lot about what needs to happen. So mostly it has just been the two of us enjoying each other's company on our days off instead of working to make the house better. Can't say I can complain there.
Job
So I no longer work at five star. The owner of the company just so happened to be around to see me drop 2 pizzas, so he decided I was a terrible worker and needed to be terminated immediately. My manger liked me and thought this was a bad idea, so he just cut my hours down to practically nothing just to try and get me to quit. I decided to stick it out, but the hours stayed the same. After 2 months or so of this, and numerous lies from the manager promising better hours, I decided to quit. I had just gotten a paycheck, and I knew my tax return was just around the corner, so I quit. It took me somewhere around 1.5 months to find a new job, and I still don't have my tax return. I guess it was a bad idea. Anyway, I just got hired at staples like 2 days ago, and i'll be starting there soon. I guess we'll see how that goes.
College
Completed those courses, completed the Saint Leo courses, and now im here. My GPA isnt high enough to graduate, so im just taking bs classes to see me through. Hopefully I can get over 2.0 soon so i can move on with my life.
Working Out
So my last post discussed my idea to work out or exercise everyday for 90 days. I think that lasted all of like 3 days. I skipped a day thinking I would work out double hard the next day, and so on. Didn't work out, and I'm probably gaining more weight everyday. Not the best thing to think about, but I'm a pretty happy, carefree guy, so its hard to worry =).
Other
I haven't done anything with my mancave idea. It's kinda just the laundry room right now. Once again, a consistent thing in my life is my laptop's internet sucking. I got a wireless thingie so i could use my laptop, but I broke that. Now i've got a cable plugged in and thats the only way this thing is working. COD7 (black ops) has been released, but none of my friends play it. I kinda just got really good at killing the bots. Don't know how thats relevant, I just seem to post it a lot on here.
I also have a "job" as a gaming editor for http://www.allgeek.tv in my spare time. I basically just write about gaming news. Obviously I'm the only person to read this, so I know what allGeek is. But if somehow you are someone besides me, go check it out if you haven't.
Anyway, I guess thats all for now. See ya in another six months...
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
charred carrots
Yet once again I am here to speak of the events of my mediocre day. Hurray!
Woke up today around 2pm, and headed to the college to find out about my online classes that im signed up for at Saint Leo. Went into the Bachelors program for Computer Information Systems degree. Talked to the lady there for a while, and then headed off to work.
On the way there I decided to stop at popeyes, tried to order a 3 piece chicken strip meal, ended up with a 3 piece regular chicken meal. And they gave me the 3 parts that are my least favorite. But eh. Whatever.
I was going in early for hanner today, so i got there around 4:40. Clocked in and started taking runs. I started out bad but it ended kinda ok. 21 runs, 60 bucks. I figured out today that I really need to make 80 bucks every night to even making working there worthwhile. If I made 80 bucks that would mean I made $11 an hour. Ive pretty much decided to just try and find something here closer to home in Palatka. If I could find something $10 hour or more I would be set. I would save enough on gas and tires and brakes and oil changes etc that I think things would be ok. Cuz really if I make 60 bucks a night, -20 for gas, then ive made 40 bucks for the night. Split that up into 10 hours a night and that $4 an hour in tips. Added to $5.50 in wages and u have $9.50. So really $10 an hour wouldnt be half bad. Especially if i could get like 45 hours or so a week. Those would be pretty decent checks. So I guess its job hunting I go.
Worked out again today. Did yesterday too. I've made it my goal to work every single for 90 days in a row. Whether it just be pushups and situps and some skateboarding or something, or a full out gym visit, at least 1 hour every day for 90 days. I've pretty much told myself that no matter what I have to work out. Literally. We'll see how that goes and i'll update.
Anyway, now i'm just lookin for stuff to do really. Think im gonna play some fallout 3 on the PS3 and maybe drink a few beers. Got a busy day tomorrow though....
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Title
So this post was originally different, but I kinda changed my mind and decided to write a little more. Ha ha now you will never know what the original was! I'm sure you care so extremely much too. Just try not to cry too much or you'll embarrass yourself.
Anyway, me and Des didn't actually end up doing too much the next day. I think we just ended up watchin a few movies. To be honest, I don't really remember. I'm gonna assume that means we just watched some movies, cuz if we did something awesome I would probably remember it right?
I changed my schedule at work to wed, thur, and sun off. That way I can break up the week a little, and still watch football on sunday. I'm crossing my fingers for the bucs to do well this year. Probably won't but eh. I'm also looking at our little closed in garage area in our house and trying to think how to turn it into a hang out room / man cave. Thinking a couch, tv, video games, beerpong, and darts would be a good start. I suppose I'll update if I make any progress on that. But don't hold your breath. Or do. Your call.
I just wrote anyway and then a comma, but then I realized that I use that a lot when I change subjects. Such as the second paragraph of this very post. And then I thought about it some more and realized that I use it a lot in conversation as well. So I erased it. So essentially I erased one word and ended up with all this meaningless bullshit. So I guess overall it was a bad move on my part. Too late now.
Anyway............... I'm just sitting here typing this and drinking a sweetwater 420 waiting for the little bit of tylenol pm i took to kick me in the face. That's what it does right? I'm pretty sure the label on the package says that... Yea so moving on. I gotta wake up tomorrow and go to the college to find out about my classes, and how to take them, and to pay, and to figure out how to buy books, and all that hullabaloo. Lol hullabaloo. Then I gotta head into work a tad bit early for hanner. Feelin a little sleepy I guess so maybe i'll try and go to sleep now. Until we meet again, (or until you read another useless post of mine i should say) i bid you bye bye.
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