03.03.2002 -> 03.06.2002 - Bad Hoodoo

Car Troubles + Job Worries + Housing Search = Longest Week Ever.

I had all of Sunday to myself, so I planned on sleeping late and maybe going to the grocery store. Item one: check. Item two: ch. . . what the f-heck?

So, yes. For like the eleventy bazzilionth time in the past two months, my car didn't start again. Since I expected this, I tore open the box of my newly purchased portable power station/ jumpstart kit, but quickly showcased my flexibility by kicking myself in the scrotum after discovering that the unit must be charge for seventy-two hours before use. This killed my plans for the day.

Luckily, Jackson offered to drive me to pick up some food. I had a TV dinner and a half jar of spaghetti sauce. If I didn't get food soon, I might lose my supple ass. Jeffy ain't got nothin' if he ain't bootylicious, honeychile.

In an effort to pack more booty on The Jackson before he got his braces on, we took a jaunt out to the Hometown Buffet in Sacramento. We thought it would be a good idea to give him one last huge, disgusting meal before his eating would become severely impaired. All it did though was give me a column topic, sadden me and make me ill. It isn't entirely bad, I suppose.

Monday was absolutely gorgeous. Unfortunately, the only time I spent outside was walking between campus and the auto shop. Because of some major fuck-ups on both my part and my manager's part, I have no choice but to be at work on Monday and Wednesday mornings before class for the time being. When I was coming in on Mondays just to help my boss out a little bit, it was fine. Now that I have to, I resent it. Maybe I should just be happy that I get to work.

I borrowed Mr. Bestfriendinthewholewideworld's car for the morning and after I got back from work, I jumped my car with his, drove it over to the shop and had the battery charged completely. The trip was valuable in that my car can start now and that I learned how to disconnect the battery easily to avoid the mysterious drain it's suffering when not running. This should make it last a little longer. Hopefully I won't have to charge it again before I switch vehicles.

On Tuesday, I faced even more jabs at my ego when regional management temporarily snatched my branch's duties away and gave them to another until my manager and I can get properly trained or until we get a full time office supervisor in the office. I would have thought a decrease in responsibility would have made me happier, but it really only made me feel worthless. What's worse is I know they're right.

That on top of interviewing way too many people made me about as overstressed as Al Roker's belt. Who needs a drink?

Wednesday, it's back to work again in the morning. At least things were somewhat slow today. People don't know that I'm in the office on Mondays and Wednesdays yet, so I have to deal with the odd applicant or phone call. It would be nice if it didn't make me wonder what my purpose is. It gives me too much time to think about the wonders of getting another job that would accomodate my pay needs and schedule and how difficult it would be to get that.

I skipped one of my classes in order to search for housing. I'd really like to live with Jackson again, but unfortunately, we've been a little slow in finding an apartment or house. As such most of the places in town are already leased up. Mr. Bestfriendinthewholewideworld offered to move into a two bedroom and let me live with him. Although it would be cool, I don't want to invade his privacy and I don't want to ass out Jackson. I spent the day driving my bum car trying to find a complex in my price range with available units left with little luck.

Devo say "freedom of choice/ is what you got/ freedom from choice/ is what you want."

My solution to the whole matter is to go to Vegas. Now, a Vegas Vacation might not be wise for someone whose job and car aren't exactly what one would call stable (or for Chevy Chase for that matter), but my entire reason for craving the Vegas strip is that NOTHING IS REAL THERE. I want to swim in liquor and neon lights for a while and forget about all this for a while until I'm ready to come back and attack this. Instead, I'll stay here, simultaneously loathing and loving the fact that I have/get to wake up for work every morning for the two weeks preceeding finals, squeeze my keys tightly in my hand repeating my mantra "please start, baby" as I walk to my car and hoping I don't have to live in my van next year. It's a living.

-- Jeffy