last time it was a month, now it's two weeks. i'll try to post more often, and i've been meaning to, but since i finally started working again, i've been a little busy.

PART THE FIRST

so i'm over at pacheco's, playing doom3 or basketball or fixing his car or one of those things we do, and i get a call from a 588 number i don't recognize. i don't recognize the voice either. he says he's detective anderson from the paso robles police department, and verifies my name, address, and social security number. then he asks me if i've been in paso robles in the past few days, and i say no, and he says, "well, we're gonna have to send a cruiser by your house to ask you a few questions regarding a homicide." then he starts laughing and mutters "i can't do this anymore." now, i knew from the start that it wasn't serious because of the cell phone prefix, but i still don't know who it is, so i ask, and i find out it's jerry from work. this doesn't surprise me in the least because jerry is the ultimate prankster/jokester. so then he asks me if i want my job back and i say i can only work for a month and he says that's fine and i say ok, and i'm still not a hundred per cent sure he's serious because he's just the kind of guy to offer someone a job in jest, and i tell him as much, and he agrees, but says he's not doing that this time, and i agree to come in that very day (friday). it's pretty cool being back, there's only one busser i know (manchester) but i recognize lots of servers and they're all happy to see me, and the managers said i did good. but while i was still on the phone with jerry i told him i couldn't work saturday or sunday because...

PART THE DEUCE

so xandie won these tickets on 99.1 to laguna seca for some old ferrari races, but she can't go because she has family coming down from up north, so after trying to get people to go with me and them bailing on me, it turns out to just be me and chris. he wanted to get out of lompoc more than anything, and it was a fun little road trip, even though i did ALL THE DRIVING! (learn to drive stick you jackass) i don't know if the actual race was more fun or staying at my sister's house. she and my brother-in-law are cool as hell. they have three hyper dogs named kale, brigid, and spiderman, and a tiki bar. it's neat. we went and saw collateral, and it was fucking awesome. i recommend it to everyone, young and old. it was nice getting to catch up with them since i hadn't seen them since my graduation. the next day we drove down to monterey for the races, and saw tons of ferraris around the racetrack, and when we got to the parking place we had to show our tickets, and since we wanted to give the extra two away i asked the lady if there was anywhere i could do that, and was like "no too late move along." what a bitch. so anyway we go inside and it turns out racecars are louder than you'd think from just seeing them on tv. when we got down by the track it was almost loud enough to hurt my ears. we watched for a minute, then went and walked amongst the parked race cars. some were really old, like 30's or 40's, and some were relatively recent, like 80's or maybe even 90's. boy, i tell you what, some of those ferraris came up no higher than my waist, which is barely over 40 inches. i watched one driver get in one and it took him a while, and i'd think it would be hard to drive laid back like that, but man would it be fun. they must be so fast. so after about an hour and a half we left and drove back to lompoc along the coast on highway one, and it was a nice drive. then the next day (monday) i get a call...

PARTE LA TERCERA

so i had applied at the temp agency in lompoc since i couldn't get a job all summer, and i was going to call them and tell them i'd gottn a job before i left for the day, but they beat me to it and offered me a two-day job over at babcock vineyards helping with the bottling proces. now if that doesn't sound like an easy job i don't know what is, so i agreed to it even though i didn't know if i had to work at aj's or not. when she told me that i had to work from 8 to 5 it didn't register how godawful early 8 a.m. is when you're used to getting up no earlier than 11 the whole summer, and it also failed to register that 8 to 5 was 9 hours. i'd never worked 8 hours in my life. so not only do i have a tough time finding the place, i find out it's fast paced extremely repetitive work, and you don't move from your one spot the whole day except for two 15-minute breaks and one 30-minute lunch break. now, i'm used to fast paced work where you're standing the whole night (aj's), and i expected the repetitive part, but jesus christ. standing in one place is much worse than moving around because your knees hurt after awhile. plus these bottles are like seven pounds each, so turning them over two at a time and putting them in boxes gets painful after a full day of it. plus i left my lunch in the hot car. so i woke up this morning and i could barely move my left wrist. i hightailed it over to the vineyard and had a small conversation in spanish with some of the workers, then told the foreman guy that my wrist hurt and he put me on an easier job. today went by faster, and the work was easier and it barely hurt my wrist to do it, and i remembered to put my lunch in the fridge. today went by faster, and we were done earlier. so all told i got 15 hours at $8.50 an hour, which is enough to buy at least an athlon xp 3200+ and play doom3 ah fuckin doom3

PART THE ULTIMATE

on a totally unrelated note, i'm excited to go back to school, mostly for the apartment and friends part, but kinda for my classes. i'm taking software engineering and digital circuitboard desgn and physics. should be interesting.

ok i posted you goddamn assholes, now it's your turn. the ball is in your court.

song of the post: metallica - sabbra cadabra (never gonna leave her never goin away)