Changing jobs.

My friend Mario says I have a unique way of reinventing myself by changing jobs often. I've felt the need to settle down to one job for a while, but I never found the company to work for as yet. Now I have found another printing job with a newspaper publishing company here in Seattle. This was my first week with them and I am dead tired and sore in the back from using muscles I didn't know I had! I went into work today, thinking that I might have to find other work. But as it turns out, only monday and tuesday are super busy days. The rest of the week is busy too, but not to the point of exhaustion. Tuesday's 12 hour shift made it necessary to sleep on a hotpad. I suppose I shall get used to the long days on Tuesdays once I build up strength in my lower back. $17 an hour is every reason to suffer a little for a decent job. I'm not in photocopy or advertising anymore and so I don't have to lie a lot to hype another product or service that you don't really need, and that makes me feel better. I probably won't be blogging as much until I get used to the very early morning hours at work. I come home and eat, drink beer, check my email, shower and then go straight to bed. In fact it is 9:00 right now and time to call it a night. Goodnight cyberspace!

A blog to remind myself.

Hellllllooo myself,
I want to remind myself to not be shy. I was and still am in love with the prettiest girl in high school. I always sat next to Cathy and I could talk to her as a friend while in class, but whenever she spoke to me it was a major embarressment. My face would turn all red and I would stutter in trying to reply to her. I loved her for six long years, all thru jr. high and high school. I was sooooo very shy back in those days that I couldn't tell Cathy that I was madly in love with her. I was afraid of love! Because of this, she met a Senior in our Junior year and eventually married him. I lost the love of my life because I was too damn shy just to say three simple words: I love you! Now I have a chance with a delightful foreign lady and I don't want to "blow it!" I have to remember to be bold and brave, and remember just tell Elena: I love you! Those are some of the simplest words in the English language, but for me they can be the hardest words to say. I blame my past life, being raised in 8 different foster families when I was young, for being afraid of love and commitment. I have had to learn through trial and error how to overcome my fear of being abandoned, and now I just want the chance to reach out to you Elena and say: I love you! I hope you read this blog and hear my words touch your heart. I want to marry you and live happily ever after, if there is such a thing. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and I can only be happy when I think of you! "I love you!"

What the Catholic Church doesn't want you to know.

I've always known that Easter is actually the Romanized Catholic Church's celebration of the pagan holiday of Ishtar, the goddess of fertility. But recently I've read a couple of books on the translation of the Dead Sea Scrolls that have further distanced me from secularized Christianity. Stanford University has photographs in their libraries of the Dead Sea Scrolls that the Catholic Church wants destroyed because they tell much more of the truth of the life of Jesus then the Church Father's would want you to know. In the Dead Sea Scrolls they tell a tale of deceit and trickery. Jesus did not die on the cross, but rather the soporific vinegar given to him on the cross by the physician/disciple Luke contained a poison that made him appear to be dead. Jesus was "buried" with Aloe and myrrh as an antidote to the poison and when he awoke in the tomb, he was to take the emetic aloe and myrrh to make him well. The Scrolls go on to say that Jesus lived after the crucifixtion and married Mary Magdalene who was the woman at the well whom Jesus told to "go and sin no more," for she was a known prostitute. Mary is reported to have given Jesus a daughter and for that reason Jesus divorced her, citing her prodigious past as the reason. Continuing on in the Scrolls, Jesus later remarried and had a son whom he named Jesus Justin. The Scrolls tell us that Jesus actually lived until he was 70 years of age or so before he finally died...permanently! He's not coming back folks, the energizer bunny lives on, but Jesus is dead! Celebrate Ishtar this Easter and go ahead and deceive yourselves into believing the lie that is Jesus as is known today, but for the Truth to be known you might as well read: "Custer Died for Your Sins," by Vine Deloria, Jr. Maybe then you will be saved!

One sick puppy.

I hate flu season! I hate being sick and missing work. Fortunately it is close to the weekend and I should recover in time for the start of full time work on monday. I have been working only part time during training. Now on monday I will be opening the store; working 7 to 4. My stomach is in knots and I can't even type well. I'm going back to bed where I belong. If only I wasn't allergic to the flu vaccine I would have gotten a shot and avoided this. Later!

And on the third day...!

Only my third day as manager at this Subway sandwich shop and already I fired someone! Actually he fired himself, or I should say that he is not even hired! A teenage kid did not even report for work today, nor even call in, his first day on the job. I called when he was late and no one answered. I left a message that was not returned. I had to work a double shift to keep the store open. I guess he did not really want the job after all. Another employee called in sick and called her friend co-worker to take her place, so she gets to keep her job. Anyone that does not come in for their first day of work is obviously not going to get the job. Fortunately a young lady came in to turn in her application today. I felt like asking her if she would like to start 'today, right now!' Teenagers can be so very irresponsible employees and always try to find some scam to steal from my restaurants. Hell, they get good pay and a free employee meal and all the free soda they want, and I always try to accomodate them with their work schedules, so what more do they want and why do they always think they can steal money from the register? Unfortunately only teenagers will work in fast food, aside from retired people. I only accepted this job because I was asked to be manager since I once worked at the University of Washington Subway sandwich shop, the busiest Subway shop in the NATION! At that shop we put out a sub sandwich every 45 seconds and made over $5000 a day! The only other Subway that came close to us was the one at Princeton University, if you can believe that. I am just glad to have a job in these difficult economic times, and I can't understand why an 18 year old, just out of high school, doesn't want to make more then the minimum wage that a MacDonalds would pay! I guess it's because they don't want to have to think! They'll learn soon enough!

Daylight saving!

It's almost time to set the ole clock's ahead one hour to get up in time to start saving. It always reminded me of Jim Croce's song; If I Could Save Time in a Bottle. But I figure I'm going to LOSE an hour of sleep tonight, so how is that suppose to save me time? This is an antiquated idea from a bygone agricultrual era, let's start a citizens movement to repeal Daylight Saving. And how on Earth am I suppose to change the hour on my sundial/birdbath? This daylight saving must be some sort of conspiracy theory and I have a few unmentionable theories to say about it, but not in polite company. I get paid by the hour; who's going to pay me for my lost hour of sleep? Certainly not a Government that is 9 trillion dollars in debt, that's for sure. But I digress here, the only good thing about the Saving is when I earn back my extra hour of sleep in the Autum, but that is usually wasted on an extra hour in the local pub! Now it's going to take me a whole week or two to get my body's internal clock reset to waking up an hour early. Goodnight and good luck, we'll need it!