Holiday feeling

By the way. I'm feeling the holidays.

Finders keepers

While at job #2 the other day, I found this lying on the floor. AND IT WAS SIGNED ON THE BACK!!! The dude signed it! Don't people know that you don't sign checks until it's time to actually deposit them?

It's the closest I've ever been to owning an XBox 360. And though they don't know it. It's the closest my friends have ever been to a night of all you can eat pizza and all you can drink beer on me.

I tracked down the owner of the check and called him to let him know he lost a check and made him tell me how much the check was for to verify he was the owner. The weird thing is when I first had him on the phone he had no idea what I was talking about and then he says "Ohhhhhhh yeah...I forgot about that". Wealthy people really suck sometimes. When he came in to pick it up he was completely unappreciative. As a matter of fact he got annoyed that I made him show me his ID before I gave it to him. I didn't even lecture him about signing the back of check! He just took the check and left without saying thank you. I mean how hard is it to say thank you? It's two words. It's the word thank and the word you put together in one flowing sentence. Thank you. That's it. Just two words.

Oh well. I hope that guy is enjoying his XBox 360. And I hope his friends are enjoying their free pizza and beer.

As for me, I'm getting a free lunch and job #1 tomorrow.

Parnormal activity scares the shit out of me.

If you look closely at this photo you can see a ghost!

The sweater vest look

I look like a fucking idiot, don't I?

The small joys of being a parent

Yesterday my daughter said to me "bye bye, I love you" after her mom picked her up and I headed off to job #2. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Today my daughter said "bye bye, I love you" after she had flushed the toilet and watched her poop swirl off to poop heaven.

The joys of being a moron

I was called a moron at job #2 by some dude within the first 1/2 hour of my shift. Oh the joys of working at a bar.

So the other day I was pooping and after I wiped my butt, the paper flew out of my hand and landed poop side down on the floor. And when I say the other day, I meant this morning.

Wow. I really am a moron.

It's better than nothing

I asked for a raise at work. My director said no and then offered me a chocolate gelt.

I'm no fool. I took it.

Swimming is hard.

I started swimming today as part of my daily workout routine. When did swimming become so freaking hard? Going up and down those lanes looks a whole lot easier on TV than it actually is.

Thankfully a nice layer of fat helped me stay afloat. Without it I would have drowned.