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.

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........