Been kind of slow on posts because of two things mostly. One I actually got sick/ill for some reason. I think it was because I was at the post office yesterday shipping out some AK magazines to a buyer. While I was filling out the insurance form, the next people in line were some guy and his girlfriend. Guy was coughing, wiping his nose with his hand and they were literally standing shoulder to shoulder with me. I was fucking annoyed. I rarely get sick and spent most of yesterday and some of today just sleeping or watching a movie on Netflix. Watched a decent Korean horror movie with a sea monster, then the Expendables, then Black Death.
The other thing that’s been preoccupying me is that I finally decided to resign and put in my 2 weeks at work. My hours went from 37.5 per week to 10 hours per week. I’ll miss working there; my friends and coworkers, the regular customers, and usual hot girls. I suppose if you’re new to following me or didn’t know, I’m still a college student finishing up a second degree. I only work part-time (well used to) at a clothing store. I’m the only guy there; got the job from my brother’s girlfriend who used to work there. While it kind of seems irrational to leave the job now without a backup job ready, there were other reasons, mainly my boss giving me a written document stating my reduction in hours and possible termination if certain requirements were not met. Problem is I can’t meet those requirement with shit hours, so it’s a lose-lose situation. It was better to resign than get fired.
So now I have to find a job asap so I can still save up money for my purchases and projects but more importantly paying my usual bills…i.e my car, which I haven’t sold yet.
This will be an interesting period of time. To say I’m addicted to firearms is an understatement. I need to buy one or more at least every month. Temporary material happiness I suppose. Some people drown themselves in alcohol, drugs, sex, partying or whatever. My room smells very metallic, old, artificial. Walk into my brother’s room and it smells like new shoes, sweat and sour pussy. His girlfriend’s tampons stink like an outdoor fish market on a summer day at noon.
Not exactly the way I wanted to spend my weekend job hunting, especially since I have no classes until September.