One day soon I'll figure out how to get a counter so I can track all you repeatedly refreshing the website folks. Right now I'm sitting on my comfy chair, watching a shameful Voyager re-run that I've seen at least 4 times already. I'm by no means a Trekkie, but between 10 and 11 pm, there is NOTHING good on TV. Yeah, I just called Voyager good... compared to the crap thats on, it is!
I'm tired, today was a long day. I woke up at 9:30, laid in bed thinking about how I didn't want to get up until 9:59, when I got up, grabbed some clothes and took a shower. It was a nice shower, I had been in bed for 12 hours, my back was bothering me, but what are you gonna do. Got out, did the normal brush the teeth, put in the contacs, mousse the hair thing. Went downstairs and looked at all the things I didn't want to have for breakfast. Meanwhile I glanced at the TV, and noticed I was watching Regis and Kelly, cool beans. I like 'em, and Kelly Ripa is a good lookin' chica. Then, they showed their next guest. A girl who not only am I not a fan of her music. I am not a fan of her officially endorsed soda, the fact that she smokes, what she wears, or how she dances. Although, I am a fan of either or blonde or red-head backup dancer, I can't remember. She might've dyed her hair, and its the same girl, but she's got a washboard stomach, that is mm mm hot!! So, naturally, I changed the channel, and settled on "The Price is Right!" calmly deciding on breakfast, I settled on some Peanut-Butter-Chocolate-Cap'n Crunch. I looked at the Nutritional Facts, and decided I couldn't not have it! So I did, it was okay. And my father called to ask me to run an errand for him at work. To work for me!
I left the house, and headed off to Pool Water Products. What a wonderful start to my day. I got to start work from home. And even better, I get paid for every mile I drive, as well as every hour I work. Thirty two and a half cents per mile, and seven dollars an hour. Sweet! I get over to PWP, and John helps me out, though, the work order hadn't been written up yet. It was cool, I got to stand at the counter and be paid for doing nothing. I love doing that. No, seriously, I do. (No, I'm not being sarcastic, stop asking yourself about it. I'm being serious. Seriously!) I get the Motor I'm supposed to get, but they're out of the Skimmer Basket Lid. No biggy. Off to "base" it is!
I get in, and my dad's gone. Sweet. Nothing like working for your dad, and he's not around. Dan, the route supervisor, cool dude, is waiting for the go ahead to take the truck to Tony, cool, older guy, lots of tatoos, straight talker, car mechanic guy. And Dan gets a light bulb over his head. He radios my dad, and is like, "You mind if David (Me, aka "The Scully") and I go to Tony's so you don't have to pick me up?" My dad's like, cool. And off we went in separate cars.
I got to Tony's about a minute before Dan, and tidied up the car. 1999 Chrysler Mini-Van thingy. Dan got out, finished smoking his cigarette (I do not in any way promote the smoking of cigarettes or anything else for that matter. I don't like the smell of second-hand smoke, yet I live in Las Vegas. Cursed am I, Cursed!) We walk up to Tony's front door, ring the bell, yada yada, we're done. Dan puts out his cigarette and we hop in the van. Off we go, sharing our weekend, and doing some sort of male bonding thing, while we chill out in the van, cruisin' back to base. I call my dad, ask if he wants lunch from Wendy's; he says no. Dan radio's Judy, she says yes, let me call Robert (my dad) to see if he wants anything. She calls, he says no. Judy tells us he says no. Then says wait, he changed his mind, get him a chicken sandwich. (My dad doesn't eat beef, more reminiscing about that later). Dan and I hit up Wendy's drive-thru. No line - Sw33t! (Check out my l33t dud3 sp3ak!) Dan and I each get a Deluxe Double Stack, and a Medium Fries (ty Dave, rest in peace, for the 99 cent menu). We got Judy the new garden sensations Chicken B.L.T. Salad, and my father his chicken sandwich. We paid. Drove on, not thinking about how cheap we both were for getting things off the 99 cent menu, and headed back to base. Wait! I don't have a drink, lets hit up the "Speedee Mart" and take advantage of the 59 cent 44 oz'er BEAT THAT SEVEN ELEVEN! 63 cents later, I've got 44 ounces of piping cool Dr Pepper to the base we went. Chowed down my Deluxe Double Stack w/ Fries I did! (More on Yoda and Star Wars later) Jamie, a technician, came in, and talked with my father a bit, and then I was sent to South Central Pools, where I got a Skimmer Basket Lid and Main Drain Cover, and came back, suddenly informed I was going with Jamie for the afternoon so he could complete a Main Drain Install where I get to hold him underwater; Sweet. I get to drown him!
Ten minutes later, about 2:15. We're driving off to some person's house to install a pump. We do. Then we hit up someone else's house, and install a Motor. We do it. The people are nice, and give me water. I like Water. Did I mention I live in Las Vegas? Its only like 115 degrees outside about 3pm, when the sun is directly overhead. No, I'm not melting. I'm scorched. More on that later, and the water I drank. (Aquafina) We do it, there's a cute girl, although I think she was a bit young for me, she was cute nonetheless, cool beans. The guy asks Jamie if he does work on the side, code for "Can you repair this for me for less than your employer, and on the weekend if need be?" Jamie's like, "No. They pay me well, and I cost them and me money by doing that. But I can take a look at your heater if you need" So he does. and its cool. Long is this hour. Dripping sweat still, I clean up everything, and toss it in the truck. Jamie handles the bill with the guy, I sit in the truck "cooling" to the hotass air conditioning. He comes away from the backyard with 2 water bottles in hand. Good work Jamie! And, as luck would have it, the man decided we deserved a tip for doing a good job. Jamie was generous enough to share it with me. Score! Ten dollars, on top of the 32.5 cents I was getting for every mile I drove, on top of the standard 7 dollars an hour I was getting in the first place. Yeah, its cuz its my father.. not totally, I wouldn't even say I work for him, honestly. I do work for everbody else, indirectly for him, Yes. But if I worked for my father, I mean honestly, I_worked_for_my_father, I would've quit by now, I assure you, no matter the pay. Yada yada yada. Next job sucks and is boring, nobody is around. Its hot. Finally, the last job of the day, the reason I came with Jamie in the first place, 5:50pm. Into the backyard we go. Hello cute chick in a bikini tanning. Hello old guy enjoying his pool. Over we go, Jamie undressed to just his shorts. I reluctantly do the same. In the water we go. I hold his legs as he's upside down, all up in the water. He breaks the screw, not his fault, it was rusted as all hell. Does the same again to the other. Nothing we can do. Yada yada yada, back to base we go. My ass is soaked. My jeans are soaked. My shirt wreaks of sweat. Damn, I should've worn it into the pool. Back to base, clock out at 7:10. See ya soon pops! Later Jamie. (OMG, Jamie is such a player, more on that later)
I get home, my ass still soaked. I go upstairs, change into dry clothes. Decide on dinner, leftovers, joy! Although, you can't knock leftover steak and potatoes, I ate it cold. Good enough. Upstairs I came, reviewing hotornot.com pictures with Brad, starting with the discussion of the horrible horrible picture Michelle, who shall here-to-forth be known as "My Ex" first posted. I must also take this time to point out we broke up mutually agreeing on the decision, but she can't and won't let go. I don't know why, she just won't, and its bugging me. Again, I hold no ill will, but I don't like being pestered and annoyed by My Ex, who won't let go. Leave me alone. You're my ex-girlfriend, I don't wanna be bugged.
Talked with Bob. Talked with Brad. Talked with the coolest cat of them all, Deb. And then Bob introduced me to this, and you can see the archives for yourself! Long update, I might edit and make it smaller, or make an update, referencing this update, in a summary type thing. Glad you had to read all that to read the summary in my next edition, no?
I'm tired, today was a long day. I woke up at 9:30, laid in bed thinking about how I didn't want to get up until 9:59, when I got up, grabbed some clothes and took a shower. It was a nice shower, I had been in bed for 12 hours, my back was bothering me, but what are you gonna do. Got out, did the normal brush the teeth, put in the contacs, mousse the hair thing. Went downstairs and looked at all the things I didn't want to have for breakfast. Meanwhile I glanced at the TV, and noticed I was watching Regis and Kelly, cool beans. I like 'em, and Kelly Ripa is a good lookin' chica. Then, they showed their next guest. A girl who not only am I not a fan of her music. I am not a fan of her officially endorsed soda, the fact that she smokes, what she wears, or how she dances. Although, I am a fan of either or blonde or red-head backup dancer, I can't remember. She might've dyed her hair, and its the same girl, but she's got a washboard stomach, that is mm mm hot!! So, naturally, I changed the channel, and settled on "The Price is Right!" calmly deciding on breakfast, I settled on some Peanut-Butter-Chocolate-Cap'n Crunch. I looked at the Nutritional Facts, and decided I couldn't not have it! So I did, it was okay. And my father called to ask me to run an errand for him at work. To work for me!
I left the house, and headed off to Pool Water Products. What a wonderful start to my day. I got to start work from home. And even better, I get paid for every mile I drive, as well as every hour I work. Thirty two and a half cents per mile, and seven dollars an hour. Sweet! I get over to PWP, and John helps me out, though, the work order hadn't been written up yet. It was cool, I got to stand at the counter and be paid for doing nothing. I love doing that. No, seriously, I do. (No, I'm not being sarcastic, stop asking yourself about it. I'm being serious. Seriously!) I get the Motor I'm supposed to get, but they're out of the Skimmer Basket Lid. No biggy. Off to "base" it is!
I get in, and my dad's gone. Sweet. Nothing like working for your dad, and he's not around. Dan, the route supervisor, cool dude, is waiting for the go ahead to take the truck to Tony, cool, older guy, lots of tatoos, straight talker, car mechanic guy. And Dan gets a light bulb over his head. He radios my dad, and is like, "You mind if David (Me, aka "The Scully") and I go to Tony's so you don't have to pick me up?" My dad's like, cool. And off we went in separate cars.
I got to Tony's about a minute before Dan, and tidied up the car. 1999 Chrysler Mini-Van thingy. Dan got out, finished smoking his cigarette (I do not in any way promote the smoking of cigarettes or anything else for that matter. I don't like the smell of second-hand smoke, yet I live in Las Vegas. Cursed am I, Cursed!) We walk up to Tony's front door, ring the bell, yada yada, we're done. Dan puts out his cigarette and we hop in the van. Off we go, sharing our weekend, and doing some sort of male bonding thing, while we chill out in the van, cruisin' back to base. I call my dad, ask if he wants lunch from Wendy's; he says no. Dan radio's Judy, she says yes, let me call Robert (my dad) to see if he wants anything. She calls, he says no. Judy tells us he says no. Then says wait, he changed his mind, get him a chicken sandwich. (My dad doesn't eat beef, more reminiscing about that later). Dan and I hit up Wendy's drive-thru. No line - Sw33t! (Check out my l33t dud3 sp3ak!) Dan and I each get a Deluxe Double Stack, and a Medium Fries (ty Dave, rest in peace, for the 99 cent menu). We got Judy the new garden sensations Chicken B.L.T. Salad, and my father his chicken sandwich. We paid. Drove on, not thinking about how cheap we both were for getting things off the 99 cent menu, and headed back to base. Wait! I don't have a drink, lets hit up the "Speedee Mart" and take advantage of the 59 cent 44 oz'er BEAT THAT SEVEN ELEVEN! 63 cents later, I've got 44 ounces of piping cool Dr Pepper to the base we went. Chowed down my Deluxe Double Stack w/ Fries I did! (More on Yoda and Star Wars later) Jamie, a technician, came in, and talked with my father a bit, and then I was sent to South Central Pools, where I got a Skimmer Basket Lid and Main Drain Cover, and came back, suddenly informed I was going with Jamie for the afternoon so he could complete a Main Drain Install where I get to hold him underwater; Sweet. I get to drown him!
Ten minutes later, about 2:15. We're driving off to some person's house to install a pump. We do. Then we hit up someone else's house, and install a Motor. We do it. The people are nice, and give me water. I like Water. Did I mention I live in Las Vegas? Its only like 115 degrees outside about 3pm, when the sun is directly overhead. No, I'm not melting. I'm scorched. More on that later, and the water I drank. (Aquafina) We do it, there's a cute girl, although I think she was a bit young for me, she was cute nonetheless, cool beans. The guy asks Jamie if he does work on the side, code for "Can you repair this for me for less than your employer, and on the weekend if need be?" Jamie's like, "No. They pay me well, and I cost them and me money by doing that. But I can take a look at your heater if you need" So he does. and its cool. Long is this hour. Dripping sweat still, I clean up everything, and toss it in the truck. Jamie handles the bill with the guy, I sit in the truck "cooling" to the hotass air conditioning. He comes away from the backyard with 2 water bottles in hand. Good work Jamie! And, as luck would have it, the man decided we deserved a tip for doing a good job. Jamie was generous enough to share it with me. Score! Ten dollars, on top of the 32.5 cents I was getting for every mile I drove, on top of the standard 7 dollars an hour I was getting in the first place. Yeah, its cuz its my father.. not totally, I wouldn't even say I work for him, honestly. I do work for everbody else, indirectly for him, Yes. But if I worked for my father, I mean honestly, I_worked_for_my_father, I would've quit by now, I assure you, no matter the pay. Yada yada yada. Next job sucks and is boring, nobody is around. Its hot. Finally, the last job of the day, the reason I came with Jamie in the first place, 5:50pm. Into the backyard we go. Hello cute chick in a bikini tanning. Hello old guy enjoying his pool. Over we go, Jamie undressed to just his shorts. I reluctantly do the same. In the water we go. I hold his legs as he's upside down, all up in the water. He breaks the screw, not his fault, it was rusted as all hell. Does the same again to the other. Nothing we can do. Yada yada yada, back to base we go. My ass is soaked. My jeans are soaked. My shirt wreaks of sweat. Damn, I should've worn it into the pool. Back to base, clock out at 7:10. See ya soon pops! Later Jamie. (OMG, Jamie is such a player, more on that later)
I get home, my ass still soaked. I go upstairs, change into dry clothes. Decide on dinner, leftovers, joy! Although, you can't knock leftover steak and potatoes, I ate it cold. Good enough. Upstairs I came, reviewing hotornot.com pictures with Brad, starting with the discussion of the horrible horrible picture Michelle, who shall here-to-forth be known as "My Ex" first posted. I must also take this time to point out we broke up mutually agreeing on the decision, but she can't and won't let go. I don't know why, she just won't, and its bugging me. Again, I hold no ill will, but I don't like being pestered and annoyed by My Ex, who won't let go. Leave me alone. You're my ex-girlfriend, I don't wanna be bugged.
Talked with Bob. Talked with Brad. Talked with the coolest cat of them all, Deb. And then Bob introduced me to this, and you can see the archives for yourself! Long update, I might edit and make it smaller, or make an update, referencing this update, in a summary type thing. Glad you had to read all that to read the summary in my next edition, no?
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