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ABOUT ME:
Home to a half Mexican who now lives in Silverdale, WA and who supports the Hawks, Sonics and Mariners along with the alma mater (WSU). I also post wacky links, pictures of insanely hot women and what have you (if you don't want to read my ramblings), so enjoy.


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Pop Life
HEART PUNCH'D!
Flux Blog
Oh NO THEY DIN'T!
Support Your Weed Carrier
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Sports And Bremertonians
Kissing Suzy Kolber
Superficial
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Oh, Word?
Young, Black and Fabulous
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Sports Filter
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FIRE JOE MORGAN!
Football Outsiders
College Football News
All Music
The Breaks


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Sunday, August 17, 2003
FUCK WORK

So I left a half an hour early tonight. That's kinda bad, but I don't care. I hate this fucking job. I hate the new hires and how irresponsible they are. I hate the customers that come in that DON'T know where their car is, don't want to seem to remember where their car is, don't want to pay attention to where their car is, get pissed at me when I go by their car, when they say "Oh, it's over there," and I have NO clue where it's at, when they say "Stop here," and then WALK the rest of the way to their car WHEN WE CAN TAKE THEM RIGHT TO THEIR DOOR, when drunks get on and fuck with you, when cars fly around the corner and don't watch out for you, when cars backing up don't look for you, when cars go the wrong way and almost hit you, when you feel like security won't do anything if something bad happens to you or a customer that really doesn't deserve to get shit on; they just want to come in and have a good time, when you stop and think "I'm driving a golf cart around a garage. That's how I make my living."

"Don't drive angry, don't drive angry." FUCK THAT. FUCK these assholes, fuck them in the ass, I hope they never win, I hope they run someone over and I hope their kids die right in front of their eyes.

One lady pissed me off so much that I just told her to go through this door so I could ditch her.

FUCK THIS JOB. I don't need it, I don't want it and it is not essential to my survival in this world.

So if I get suspended or fired tomorrow, that's the best goddamn news I heard all day.

In short, I HATE MY JOB.

Peter Gibbons: Uh, so I go through these thousands of lines of code and, uh...it doesn't really matter. I uh, I don't like my job, and, uh, I don't think I'm gonna go anymore.
Joanna: You're just not gonna go?
Peter Gibbons: Yeah.
Joanna: Won't you get fired?
Peter Gibbons: I don't know, but I really don't like it, and, uh, I'm not gonna go.
Joanna: So you're gonna quit?
Peter Gibbons: Nah-uh. Not really. Uh...I'm just gonna stop going.
Joanna: When did you decide all that?
Peter Gibbons: About an hour ago.
Joanna: An hour ago...so you're gonna get another job?
Peter Gibbons: I don't think I'd like another job.
Joanna: Well, what are you going to do about money and bills and...
Peter Gibbons: You know, I've never really liked paying bills. I don't think I'm gonna do that, either.

etch-a-sketched by john at 4:34 AM