I've only been up for like 9 hours, but shit if I'm not tired as hell. I woke up at about 8:30 when Rick was cleaning our pool, my dog, Thunder, was going apeshit, and nothing could be done to save my sleep. Alas, I fall asleep after she calms down, and wake up but an hour later. I get up, shower, yada yada yada, go into work. I get sent to SCP, where I made the Quote of South Central Pools for the day: "Every time I come here is like my birthday, I don't know what I'm getting, and I'm not quite sure I want it." Needless to say, my birthdays typically suck. That being said, I went back to base, and got sent right back to SCP because they left off a nut. Sure, you think, dude, you could've made a nut joke, but you know thats too easy. Although, I did give it a lot of thought as I mindnumbingly drove back to get the nut. Many crossed my mind, but none that I liked enough to use.
Back at base, I get sent to "Drive Mr(s). Jamie." Its ok, need I remind you of the thirty two and a half cents I get every mile I drive on the clock? Yada Yada Yada. No nice customers. One free water. Long, long day. The temperature registered by my 'van's clock thing got up to 118 degrees. That is hot. I got rid of Jamie around 5:40 and came home.
Walked in. Said "Hey" to my mother. Walked upstairs. Changed into my bathing suit, took out my contacts, went downstairs, put down my glasses, and jumped right into the pool. Mmm. Refreshing ninety degree water. Good job Rick! Clean pool. Warm water. Relaxing. Life is good. I get out, get bitched at to stay outside while I dry, and hear about my mother's day. (This is a lead-in to "Respect" which will come up within the next update, if I beat dinner.)
I finally dry, and I go upstairs and take a cool refreshing shower. I find nothing more refreshing after swimming than taking a shower in water cooler than I swam in. Life is good. I dried off, I came over to my computer, flipped it on and started watching the All-Star Game. Baseball was a lot cooler when I was younger, and the game wasn't so commercial, and the Dodgers management weren't assholes, and Mike Piazza was still a Dodger. Damnit!
That brings us up to the present, as for the future, I'm having Taco's (Ground Turkey) for dinner, and afterwards, I'm going bowling with Brandon "The Golfer" (who doesn't really golf anymore) "Soon To Be My Enemy" Ford.
Back at base, I get sent to "Drive Mr(s). Jamie." Its ok, need I remind you of the thirty two and a half cents I get every mile I drive on the clock? Yada Yada Yada. No nice customers. One free water. Long, long day. The temperature registered by my 'van's clock thing got up to 118 degrees. That is hot. I got rid of Jamie around 5:40 and came home.
Walked in. Said "Hey" to my mother. Walked upstairs. Changed into my bathing suit, took out my contacts, went downstairs, put down my glasses, and jumped right into the pool. Mmm. Refreshing ninety degree water. Good job Rick! Clean pool. Warm water. Relaxing. Life is good. I get out, get bitched at to stay outside while I dry, and hear about my mother's day. (This is a lead-in to "Respect" which will come up within the next update, if I beat dinner.)
I finally dry, and I go upstairs and take a cool refreshing shower. I find nothing more refreshing after swimming than taking a shower in water cooler than I swam in. Life is good. I dried off, I came over to my computer, flipped it on and started watching the All-Star Game. Baseball was a lot cooler when I was younger, and the game wasn't so commercial, and the Dodgers management weren't assholes, and Mike Piazza was still a Dodger. Damnit!
That brings us up to the present, as for the future, I'm having Taco's (Ground Turkey) for dinner, and afterwards, I'm going bowling with Brandon "The Golfer" (who doesn't really golf anymore) "Soon To Be My Enemy" Ford.
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