Folks,
Here I am...rock you like a hurricane.
Simply put, my life is in a tizzy. Since we last spoke I've picked up two jobs that have me working 14 hour days and collectively making less than I made semi-working one job in beantown. Life is, of course, terrible.
Anyway, here's what I do:
-One job has me working for a company called Skyhook Wireless. They have hired me to map out all the wireless hotspots in Rochester. Apparently, they are a shell corporation for aliens looking to take over the world because 1) I haven't been informed what the hell a wireless hotspot is and 2) I do none of the mapping myself. I simply strap on this palm pilot looking device that undoubtedly sends gamma death rays into innocent peoples' homes and drive down EVERY street in the city. Work is, of course, terrible.
-My other job has caused me to really search my soul to see what kind of person I am. People, despite all the shit I have talked about them in this very journal, despite all the times I have cursed them out and rued their very existence, despite all of this I have taken a job at Guitar Center. I try to justify it to myself by arguing that the economy here is really depressed and that just being around guitars is better than being around a bitchy old boss, but I don't know. I guess in the end all I can do is to try and be the guy I have wished would wait on me at GC, instead of the innumerable douchebags I have dealt with in the past.
I don;t know, have I lost all my principles?
Dude. What a crybaby. You get paid to drive around on your bike all day, which is one of your very favorite things to do, and you also get paid to sit around and play with guitar toys and treat other people badly. What more do you want? Seriously, joe. These are the good times.
Joe, thank god you are working at a guitar shop. I stopped in a shop this afternoon and had to endure the most obnoxious self-righteous crap-shitters in the whole fucking world. you'll fit right in.
I went in to buy a harmonica and I had to suffer these fuckerturds while the slowest version of "master of puppets" in the whole fucking world competed with a woefully out of tune "simple kind of man".
I give you two weeks.
Guitar Center...wow.
Was Harley of Rochester not hiring?
Well it is good to have you back my friend I have missed you. Good luck in rochester I have just moved from Boston to Saratoga Springs and there is absolutely nothing to do, no bands to go see and I am contemplating working at Walmart life is terrible.
Who is this 'anonymous' in Saratoga Springs? I love Saratoga Springs! Uncommon Ground! Gaffneys! Skidmore girls! Exclamation points!
I'd comment, but I'd be afraid that Joe would try to upsell me a gig bag.
i have only been in Saratoga a week and I am female so "girls" aren't as exciting for me. They do have good beer here but I miss watching the sox and all my boston bands. Anyway I think I will leave the whining to Joe he is much more entertaining.
