Daily Archives: October 30, 2006

Skank Bloc Bologna

Ok I’m back. Four comments online, plus one phone call. Thank you Song, Juan and Annemarie and good ol’ Rand, and brother Frank. No particular reason to not write except that I was tired. After over a year of writing at the very least 500 words a day, the conservative total is 187,500 words. That’s quite a bit don’t you think? I watched ‘Almost Famous’ on DVD and the Cameron Crowe character is sweating having to write 3000 words. It can be done, but would it be entertaining? Is anything I write entertaining? Can I write something entertaining? Is this too much navel gazing?

Friday night was the beginning of a rainstorm that didn’t stop until Saturday afternoon. I bided my time since I had rented from Netflix, the super deluxe version of ‘Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King’. I do like the deluxe versions since they fill in the gaps in the story nicely. I actually started watching disc one Thursday night, but I didn’t realize it was the four version on disc one, followed by two more hours on disc two. So Friday I hunkered down and watched the battles unfold. I do love the movies so much, I just can’t get into the books. A desert island selection I suppose.

Saturday was laundry and more movies. Bill ran off into the maelstrom for his classes and whatnot. I have to pin Bill down so we can sit and have a talk like we used to with Philip Beansprout. I have a lot of things to talk about and I’m pretty sure Bill does as he always has a lot of things to talk about. Nothing earth shattering as far as I can tell but you know how things go. One wrong inflection in the dialogue and it can all turn to shit. He doesn’t even ask about the writing anymore.

We could’ve talked on Saturday night but I decided to play ‘Inside Man’ by Spike Lee and ‘Almost Famous’ by Cameron Crowe. Bill couldn’t stay up for ‘Almost Famous’, he watched maybe two thirds of it before heading off to bed. So little quality time spent together. On the other hand I am tempted to just hop on a plane and go somewhere. Anywhere really. No place in particular. Just pack and go and not say a word to Bill or anyone. Perhaps a post card from wherever it is that I’m at.

Sunday Bill ran off to church then doing his familial duty so I didn’t see him or hear from him all day. Once again, he came home and watched TV then headed off to bed after getting his clothes ready for work on Monday, which he didn’t use since he wound up staying home, unreachable even to me as I stood on the ledge once again at work. Yes Felicia showed her cunty self once again. She started off the day by telling me what a rough weekend she had, not nearly getting enough sleep. I figured that it was due to the messy period she told me about on Friday, and how she had to go home and change her underwear. Nice.

Today she asked me how things were going. After I had to move boxes from this closet shelf and move them to another shelf in another closet I had messed up my back somewhat. So when she asked how things were going, I said ‘It sucks. I think I messed my back up.’ Her response? ‘What do you want me to do about it?’ And not in a good way where one asks the afflicted if there’s anything they might need. She was throwing down a gauntlet of sorts.

I guess she was hoping to leave work early since she was still having that messy period and the weekend of exhaustion. I tried pointing her in the direction of the door when she originally told me earlier in the day how tired she was. That was when things were ok, before the back started acting up and before she saw me as blocking her early exit.

Conveniently some sattelite in her life had fallen ill and she once again had to leave work early. This woman has such terrible luck. It must be a challenge every day, her existence.

She did tell someone in the office that she was busy all weekend counseling cancer victims. I’m sorry but I cannot see that bitch being compassionate, at least not with a few lines of coke on a mirror in front of her. Felicia is a cunt. Plain and simple.

I’ve started looking elsewhere for a new job. The plan to complete a year at McMann and Tate is rather tenuous right now. I feel I would be lucky if I could last until the end of the year. I so want to go in there and say good bye. Or even better, not show up at all and quit via email.