REMEMBER EARLIER THIS YEAR...?

BACK WHEN I was fired from Borders, I got a new job at the Hilton as a night accountant.


Let's just say that it didn't work out after all this time.


They tried to fire me, I raised concerns, they wouldn't have any of it. So I quit.


I really wish I wasn't such a nice person all the time. The thoughts running through my head like a stock ticker were telling me to verbally bash their non-educated asses by way of intellect and grammar (especially since they wouldn't understand). I kept my mouth shut until the training issue was raised. They, like all employers, told me that everyone goes through the same training.


If that's true, then why was I told to figure it out on my own on multiple occasions by the front desk supervisor?


Taking someone's word is enough to get you canned, apparently. Even if that employee does his job everyday and NEVER misses work. EVER. Unlike the two horrible hog-like cretins that work night audit who are NEVER at work, forcing Jeff and me to cover for them. CONSTANTLY.


And what do I have to show for the sudden burst of work ethic I displayed? I was nearly fired.


The world is a horrible place, but all things come around in the end. Like a comet pulled towards the sun, it waits until the correct moment to end it all, smashing into a sphere of dust and hydrogen.


...revoir.

DL-220

If you don't know what I've been up to, I've been writing (instead of blogging about my life) a satirical news column on my other blog: Aude Sapere Mortem

Check it out if you haven't already. I assure you, it's worth it (from what I've been told).

As for my life...

Not so much has changed since I last wrote. I've been doing the same old filing cabinet things in my old filing cabinet life. Very drab. Very drab indeed, I know.

That is basically the all and most of it and I will not bore you with talk of business suits and of mahogany desk sets or even of my precise knowledge of accounting. Talk of this will come later.

Do widzenia,

That is all.

Pointe

I am completely obsessed with this song. Thanks, Cristina...

I Will Light You On Fire

And I can't just sit here thinking,
"My fleet is sinking,
Make room at the bottom of the sea,"

Or, "Don't upset the wealthy,
It's unhealthy,"
Everyone has a price, Sometimes I have two

And if I lack point or purpose
On the surface
It's only 'cause I was trying to fit in

And some years are uneventful
Inconsequential
And some years I don't show up at all

And I will build a wall to watch it tilting
Knock it over, start rebuilding
Just to keep from wasting time

Salute the march of the newly peaceful
From the mine shaft to the steeple
To the courthouse and back again

Why don't you don't I join the protest
I'm still asleep, you're not impressed
And we'd be better off uninvolved

Oh come on, come on tell me something
Sell me something or I'm jumping
And I cannot live that way for long

And you know this requires discussion
Or preferably, a concussion
Why can't we talk about something good?

So, I'm feeling better about Jenny

I still miss her, and what doesn't help is that I'm staying at Mom's on Friday to watch Zoe (who is now alone). She won't be there and that sucks. I think Cristina will be staying with me (because I'm scared of my mom's house at night when I'm alone [for some reason]).

I washed all my clothes and now feel extraordinarily clean and good about everything. I also bought a new Rugby shirt and I'm going to start up a Rugby Union with a few friends. I'll need a total of 15 to at least play, but it'll be fine.

Everything's boring... There's not much to report.

That is all.

My Late Puppy

Jenny died 02 April 2008 at 6:00PM.

She was 12 years old.

My mother asked me to come to a vet appointment with her. She needed to bring both dogs although the appointment was only for Jenny because she doesn't like to leave Zoe at home.

I agreed and watched Zoe in the car while she went in. Jenny hasn't been eating lately. Mom came out half an hour later and tells me Jenny has a tumor. After and ultrasound, they found it on her spleen.

She decided to have her euthanised.

She looked into my eyes until the end. I was the last thing she saw. I saw it in her eyes that she had left. No thanks to the vet, who didn't inform me when she had done it. I saw it in her eyes.

She was fine earlier in the day.

Famous

I'm fucking sick.

I feel awful and I start at the Hilton this week.

Auto Reverse

I haven't been on here forever.

Sorry.

It's not really as though anyone reads my crap anyways.

But, oh well.

A ton has happened.

I got fired from Borders. lol

So, I got this new fancy job at the Hilton as a night Auditor. I get to do fancy important stuff like accounting and tallying and guest services.

But I'll be getting paid an assload, so that's what matters.

I guess, really, I've taken a real fall. Working at the Hilton is kind of like, for me, Royal living at the Lindbergh Palace then working there as an elevator operator. I never lived at the Hilton, but I lived in the Waldorf, like, five doors down from them.

I cleaned my closet out... mostly. It's really pretty now. I feel clean.
I cleaned my whole room, actually. With a tenacity beyond all reason. I was having an "OCD" fit and had to clean something. I almost cleaned Nate's room, but I don't want disease.

Alex and I have been hanging out. That feels nice. With the exception of this week, I've been over there every Wednesday night. I guess it makes me feel better about my situation being with her. She makes me feel good about myself. It's hard for people to do that because I'm really hardly ever happy.

I need $100...

...to pay for this internet connection.

I got a fat "severance" cheque. Really, it was my vacation pay that I didn't know I had and, apparently, didn't use. That was nice.

I need to sell my bass and accessories for said bass. I might just keep it, but who knows?

Nikki's laptop broke. I think the hard drive is trying to eat itself. I need to give it back, but she never answers her phone.

What else...?

I finally saw American Psycho. Great film.

I found an old tattoo design from like two years ago when I was cleaning the closet. It's all waterlogged and crumply, but it's awesome. lol

It's the helm and such for my family's coat of arms. I was revamping it because it's kind of out-of-date and 18th century Eastern European-looking. Plus, I want it personalised if I'm going to have it embedded into my skin.

So... that's about all.

Oh! I saw Cloverfield. I don't know if I posted that before.

Fuckin', like, the greatest, you know, story... lol

I liked it for what it was. A new-age monster flick.

I can't believe I just said "flick". Stupid Clerks.

Anyways...

That's all.

- JWK

Ultra 72

The truth is, I'm lonely.

I'm always lonely. I could have all the friends in the world and never have any time where I'm alone and I would still be lonely.

I don't know why.

I've always been like this. I'm sorry.

I'm excessive. I'm obsessive. I'm compulsive. I'm extravagant. I'm boisterous. I'm aggressively kind. I'm aggressively rude. I'm aggressively existential.

I am existential in general.

I never care. Only about myself. I'm fake.

Again, I'm sorry.

I want to be normal, but who's to say exactly what defines normal. The masses. Why do I want to be a sheep? Because it's normal.

I want to be the leader. Always. I want to be in control. I've never not been in control... on purpose. I'm pushed down often. I never want to be a follower... on purpose.

I just want to be happy. I want people to be happy with me. I want a normal life, normal friends, normal experiences.

We'll start out tomorrow and see what happens.

- JWK