AT THE OLIVE PLANTATION ( Read more... )

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A middle-aged, eccentric man sits behind the counter of a dirty ammo shop. The walls are lined with guns of every kind, explosives of every intensity, and a bunch of knives. Gotta have knives. While he is wiping down a gun with a cloth, a man walks in proudly, and the shop owner puts on his best smile ( Read more... )

I live my life in the fast lane, but only so I can get to work or school faster. In fact, sometimes it's both. Sometimes I have to go to class wearing my work clothes so that I will have enough time to get to work after the class is over. And by sometimes, I mean after nearly every day of school. After work, I rush home to finally catch a break ( Read more... )

I just found out last night that a guy I kinda knew from high school died in a car accident a few days ago. His name was, and still is, Rusty Arbo. He graduated a year before me and was involved in the Space & Engineering Academy, just like me. I don' remember much about him, and we only hung out a few times, but knowing that he is dead eats ( Read more... )

I bought two female rats as pets yesterday. One turned out to have balls. Fuckin' Petco.

I had my orientation at Olive Garden scheduled for 10:00 this morning. I had it all figured out. Orientation until noon, then off to Pismo, assuming my training schedule worked out. But this morning at 9:15, I received a call from my new employer describing a series of mistakes on their part which, in turn, affect me and my schedule. I was a ( Read more... )

Screw that interview on Thursday; I got a job at Olive Garden.

So I got an interview at Hot Topic because it as the only place that called me back. But the thing is, I have no idea what to wear to the interview. The only way I know how to go to an interview is with dockers and a polo shirt, but that just might not cut it for this situation. But then again, if I just go in ripped jeans and a band shirt, I ( Read more... )

I'm never going to grow up