The best lyrics are the ones that noone knows but me
Getting in touch with Brent is like trying to shoot a cloud with a catapult.... You might be able to, but what's the point? Actually, the point I was trying to make is that he won't return my phone calls. In other news, the walk-thru on the new place is on the 7th (that's Saturday, just a day away!) and I'm pretty excited about it. They're doing all sorts of things to clean up the new place, or so the landlord says anyways, and I'm anxious to check out my new digs. I feel like tool saying 'new digs' but that's why I was put on this earth, to tell you that. The new job is trucking along, although at this point it's still at least 70% trying to look busy. I made a D+D character at work and I have spent a lot of time checking on getting things set up for the new place (phone and uhaul and the like). I get my first paycheck tomorrow (Joel Permitting!) and I'm running it straight to a Credit Union ATM for deposit so I can afford to pay my first months rent. It'll be like that scene in Mission: Impossible where the dude is hanging from the ceiling doing something, only it'll be me, not hanging from the ceiling, depositing a paycheck in an ATM. I just hope I can pull it off.
The problem with the future
The horizon carries promise and also cause for extreme caution. Specifically, the new place we're moving doesn't have a spacious basement like Girrard Street, and I'm going to have to start cutting people from my crack team of useless items. My primary concern is what to do with my Amiga. I love the thing to death, but it's big and not used often enough. Still, it's good. I wouldn't envy my position if I were you. Also, my drive to my job from the new location seems like it will be exhausting. It's a trip that'll be on wider roads with fewer stoplights, but it'll be that whole rush-hour traffic thing, and that'll suck like a 2 day old leech.
I attempt to save my blog with a non-bitching partition
At every job I've had I've felt like I was infiltrating the ranks of some organization. Not necessarily in the hopes of undermining it, but I've felt like an outsider. When I was young and working pizza-jobs, I felt like the collegiate genius working a joe-job, and at my past two office jobs I've felt like I was the non-conformist sneaking into corporate Amerikkka. But, as you work these jobs you get to know the people involved and while I always feel like I have something burning inside of me that destines me for something greater, I also realize that the world isn't full of robots with only me representing the mind of the champions. That makes me sad, but like the song says "We don't need another hero". ANd like the song in SHort-Circuit says: "I need a hero, I'm holding on for a hero til the morning light. He's gotta be tough and he's gotta be smooth and he's gotta be fresh from the fight, or some shit".
ps. Johnny 5 is alive.
