You Be All Up In Myspace And Shit.

Everytime i hear a song by a band on the radio or whatever I end up going on Myspace to hear that song again. Then I remember that I have my own Myspace page and I end up checking it out to see if its still around or hacked or some other bullshit. Its still around but I already took down everything that made it "my space" months ago.

I knew it was shitty the day I joined. It like everyone made Hamster Dance sites about them selfs, shitty backgrounds, eye bleeding text color, music that BUSTS IN every time you visit someone else's page so then you gotta look for the fucking player and shut it off. (I stopped going to the ones with music then I would forget about the music and go to the ones with the music and then I would hear the music and be all "Oh shit! Now i remember the music"

I wanted to delete my page, but then it told me I had to go to my e-mail to "make it final", smart move by them, I still gotta get around to it.

I blame the bands that have more shit on Myspace then they do on their official sites, but i can't really blame them, websites are a crappy thing to have.

( 4 Jan 2006 23:41

"You should come to GT's tomorrow. I'm sure she won't, but it would be amazingly hilarious if Wendy showed up. Cause then we can laugh in her face.")

The Inevitable Take Over. (Part 1)

The path of life can go in many ways, for me it might end with me falling off some sort of life path hole or cliff or some shit.

Consider me giving in and taking over the family business a life hole.

If it ever comes to that then I'm going to do it my way and if my way is running it into the ground then god damn it, I'll do it my way.

I might have talked about the old family business before and how i don't want any part of it, but if it were to fall into my lap then expect a few changes. I've started to look on the plus side of lost dreams.



The word "Construction" is tired and dull and must go.(To me it means a shitty time outside) I suggest changing the word Construction to something fresh like "Operation Earth", it makes workers feel that they're making more of a difference in the world, trust me, if my career was in something called Operation Earth then I'd be happy to nail any kind of wood put in front of me.

Alright so maybe asking for a whole word to be changed is a bit much and i understand that. (I just found out I'm not going to have that sort of power) but i can't let Operation Earth fade into the past, so my first act as owner of the family business is to kick the whole family thing out of the business.



The whole Polish last name thing? Not going to work for me. The last thing I need is someone asking if I'm polish in some sort of Polock gibberish and then not buying my shitty house because I made fun of them for not speaking English.

More plus sides as the year goes by.

Back To The Bump And Grind.

Took some what of a break last week. I blame it on the temp afternoon shift job.

I can't get a lick of motivation in the mornings but I always feel that I'm wasting time if I sleep it away. (but hanging out on the internet is time well spent?)

They didn't want me back this week so I'm back to posting on this blog everyday if everything goes as planned.

After a week of not posting and 40+ hours by myself I'm pretty much full of crazy fucking ideas to post. I also got a new idea of how to film things and whatever so I'm going to try to get into that in the next few weeks. Glad not alot of people look at this shit so i can post the ideas in sort of the blog style and use them for later.

Got up late today yet I'm still getting hit by some sort of snooze wall at around 7:00.

Save The Rage For Later.

"What type of music do you like?"

What type of music do I like? I should slap the asshole off your fucking face for asking me that! This isn't the fucking 90's! You can't just ask that and get a "Rock! I like me some rock!"

This is mother fucking 2007. The Internet is running wild and so are a fuck ton of ways to find new music.

If you ask a guy "what type of music do you like?" and they tell you "oh rap" then toss that fuck out in the trash, not because the guy likes rap, but because he's a close mined prick who wants to only like one genre of music and blocks everything else off by calling it "queer" or some shit.

Sure you can hate a music genre (country makes life not worth living) but if you are only "in" to one genre and one genre only then thats just sad and your life is dry and gray.

I hear new music all the time from TV ads, radio, movies, shows and they can all be looked up and found on the internet (and the Internet can also be used to find a shit ton of music if you didn't know) yes i find music, music i like and some i don't, but I always keep looking and my music taste keeps changing around to what mood I'm in and what have you. I don't even hear half as much as i want to.

(Oh Yes, holding that one in for a few hours)

(Too many posts about work these days. I'll toss some rad into blog sometime Firday)

Yet Another Job To Fill.

Got up at around noon and checked the messages to find out that a job was open for me.

Got to the job around 2 and checked in. I've worked at this place before and i know how it works.

Its a clean place, but they never seem to be on the ball. I got moved around from job to job because they kept running out of work for me to do.

I was placed on putting white dots on black metal parts. These black metal parts were hanging on racks and the racks were all lined up in rows.

so the job was me fighting with these racks as i hold a clipboard, a pen and a marker.

I didn't really understand the job. They wanted me to check and see if these holes have been cut out of the metal, but after doing 5 racks and finding no rejects then i just stopped checking and just marked them off.

The best part was taking six long breaks in the nine hours i was working. The guy who showed me what to do seemed to busy and had other things on this mind, so he just sort of left me alone so i would wonder off, get some chips and watch TV whenever i was feeling bored.

Not much work was done in the nine hours and i felt pretty bad when i left knowing that some of those metal things were probably fucked. They told me it was for one day so they should have known about my half ass.

We'll Always Make It Through.

I'm going to blame it on the Saturday mind set.

"A Sunday night shift from 11pm till 7am? Why the fuck not?!"

It was a shift i was sure i wasn't going to get till i found out Sunday morning that it was going to be a long day even if i started it at 2:30 in the afternoon.

from 9 till 10:30 i was bored out of my mind and worrying about the shitty night i was about to have, then 10:30 rolled around and i packed a lunch and dove to work.

They set me up on the "hardest job", it wasn't that bad, its just that i had to deal with sticky wrap and i sucked ass at it, word got out and i was moved to more of my speed.

I glued shit down for an hour and a half then the first break came. I took my MP3 but could only play it on break. any music is good music.

back to work only to find that the glue job i was enjoying was filled and i was moved once again.

this time to a job that had be running around to different stations. Its was ok but after 2 hours of it you start to think about walking out of the building before someone even remembers your gone.

Middle break and i wasn't hungry. Drank both of my juice boxxes.

Back to the same old shitty job of running about and placing shit on shit....whatever.

last break. found a $1 hiding in my wallet. Had the Mp3 going and drank Dr pepper and had my sandwich.

I turned around at one point to find i was the only one in the room, i got up and took off my MP3 player, a woman came in and said "your late sunshine, better hurry or your going to get in shit." i came back with a "oh no. oh no. what will i do?"

she said something else but i was already out the door before she was done talking.

7 rolled around and i grabbed my shit and got the fuck out. I guess i left early or something cause no one else was getting in there cars.

came home only to have to drive down to commissioners road cause dad dropped off the truck.

I drove back. Surprisingly we made it home alive.

I got afternoon shifts for Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursdays at the same place.

Now I'm going to have a nice coma.

(I hope i never wake up)

Viewed As Nothing More

Got up late. 7:30 late.

"Aw crap" I said as i rushed down the stairs, "I'm really fucked this time"

I called the temp peoples up and told them I'd be running late. They said "oh ok"

I took a quick shower, made some lunch, then got the fuck out.

I drove to the place thinking about the people working without me and how i was going to be all "drrrrrr alarm clock drrrrrr"

I walked in to see no one around, Dr. Phil popped up and was all "we don't work Fridays"

"you leave early Thursdays and you don't work Fridays? How does anything get done?" (he didn't hear me)

I guess i should have known this, I've worked at the place before, but that was months ago and I've worked at a few other places since then (add to me not being very sharp in the memory department) I can play the blame game all day. I've done stupider things then go to work on a day off. I was unlucky that no one said "Have a nice weekend" on Thursday cause then i would have asked them "What about Friday?". I should have asked questions and get some info, but I'm all in my head at work, I break away from the people around me and think about other things other then hanging shit on hooks, i get pretty deep into it.

Oh well. Not sure whats going on today, dad is mad at me for not staying on the ball. I guess he has plans set for Monday because he thought i would be working today but now that I'm not he could have got those plans done today, but too late! (I was born to mess with his plans)

(Not 5 minutes in the place and i smell like shit)

("Wheres the milk!?" "I DON'T KNOW!" "YOU HAD IT LAST!" "THAT WAS 2 HOURS AGO!")