Turning point.
Today at work as I’m hating every moment of it, tossing the idea of just walking out right then around. Even though the area manager was there and would terminate me immediately. "Should I call up my old job and ask if I can fill in temporarily. Or should I…" at the same time another co-worker was ‘cleaning’ the wall. Basically this employee was using a mop and soapy water from the previous night to ‘clean’ the wall next to me. I was watching, half way laughing and half way in disgust; okay really 1/8 in disgust and 7/8 laughing. My abs were already sore from the gym last night, this didn’t help. The amusement only increased when my manager ran through the store announcing that the health inspector had just randomly arrived and that we needed to ‘make the place pass code.’ The co-worker that was ‘cleaning’ the wall had just put the mop down when this portly follow started to scrutinize the place. All and all the health inspector wrote us up for 28 violations. The best: someone, while standing in front of the health inspector and making burgers licked his finger to separate the burger wrappers and proceed to make the burger without washing his hands.This just ingeminates that eating at fast food is bad for you. But I know, you love your fast food and lie to yourself by saying "Not all places are like that.?" Where do you think they got the ideas from "Waiting" from?
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And for those of you who are interested, here is an update on my personal life. The house I am living in, is finally on the market; it has been for about one month now; only two people have come to look at it. And because the house is on the market, my mother has ceased on repairing the house but has asked for $10,000 more than what the house was appraised for. As you might have noticed from the previous few post, I still am working at Long John Silvers but there is hope as I have been hired at a national logistics company and should be working there in the next month or less (assuming that they can read my handwriting and have deciphered my phone number out of it.). My car is on the verge of dying (engine and transmission) and the inspection is up, but the check engine lamp is on and fails to pass inspection because of that. If anyone knows of a place that can over look that then please tell me.
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A mutual waste of time.
A mutual waste of time.
12:54AM
I just left from Kyle’s and judging by the untimely timing of the lights they had seemed to think he was in the car or something. I hit every light on the way to the gas station to alleviate the low fuel lamp, which had been illuminated for the past twenty-nine miles. This trend continued until the light at the intersection of the freeway. This light in particular had just received word that I alone was driving and decided to give me a yellow light instead of the nine previous reds. So of course I run it. I think nothing of it and then turn left onto the road that parallels the freeway. At this point I notice flashing lights emitting from a Euless Police SUV. And for a first I wasn’t speeding, I know I wasn’t and for that matter I thought I had stayed in the confines of the law. But I know I am the target of this harassment officer even out of the two other cars in close proximity to me. I pull over after resisting the initial impulse to get on the highway and flee.
1:03AM
I’m pulled over and the car’s ignition is in the off position and I’m still waiting. This officer must of just purchased food at the gas station where he first saw me. I have my identification card out and am still sort of shifting through the mess of the glove box trying to find the current insurance card. I can’t find it and settle with not having it on me. So I hand the officer both articles. And explain that I have current insurance but I can’t seem to find the documents proving such. Looking at the ID and discarding the expired insurance he proceeds to question me. “Where am I going and where am I coming from?” this is after a dim witted remark about going through a yellow light. He notes that I haven’t been drinking and for that matter is not under the influence of substances he goes back to his palace on wheels.
1:21AM
He idly comes back with ticket and ID in hand. By this time I have found the current insurance card. I hand it to him and he see that it is current. I’m sure he was pissed but tells me in a friendly voice to drive safer, have a nice night, and oh yea you need to get your car inspected.