A beautiful 2012 Silverado 1200 with crew cab tp a nice man. I made my draw for the week and im off and running. To be honest, the trucks are the way to go and ill learn the particulars. I also have some ad ideas to stimulate sales. This girls in for the long haul. I like being the driver
I have been on and off C S since I joined. It seems like all my blogs are still here. What’s with that?
By not responding, you can get a real sense of the person
Happy trails
The other night I was in bed with my girlfriend. We talked for a while, then it was getting late so we decided to go to sleep. But then she said something unusual- Goodnight sugar plum... Well, I was surprised to say the least because a sugar plum is a squishy piece of fruit that some people dont like. In fact, some insects lay their eggs on them, and the larvae then bore their way into the flesh. And probably pupate as well.
In short, she was calling me a shitty piece of fruit nobody wants thats full of maggots and diseases. Well I thought thats just lovely isn't it, after I bought you all that KFC and said nice things about her cottage cheese thighs. I didnt want to cause a fuss or get into an argument, but at the same time if I said nothing she'd keep saying it every night. So I said- look, why dont you go and pleasure a truck driver you filthy skank.
Anyway, I dont know why she went to bed at all actually. I thought we were going to sleep, but apparently women prefer crying and throwing things to sleeping these days. Go figure.
When the going gets tough, the tough goes balls to the walls.
Today is my day off one more day til payday and ill have electric. I got a sewer shut off notice today. In addition, i got a notice of my drivers license suspension in 6 months for delinquent child support/property taxes. I have decided to blow off the gas bill since summer is coming and a furnace isn’t necessary. Im focusing on the bare minimum.
Since i am looking for a new job, my present job will be nonexistant when the furniture department has been liquidated. My store went bankrupt. I need wifi and a license for new employment.
I didn’t grow up to be a salesman or cashier. I grew ip to be an artist. The chips are down. My very reliable associate is assisting me with a method of bathing and i’m hoping he will accompany me to some art galleries to show a sample of my work.
I still dont feel suicidal so all things considered, the sun is shining.
By my own decision. Sure, I'll get my gas shut off soon and be bathing by coffeemaker. At my age and with my experience, I couldn't step foot in that place again. It might have been due to the very overt s*xual harassment or the mean girl. I lean toward the mean girl that spread the rumor that I was being fired.
Do you know how hard it is to show up and act like everythings fine while co-workers are telling me I'm being let go at an unknown date? The two faced b*tch. And then being told about how good my a** looks while I use the copy machine. It made it so I didn't want to make copies.
So, I'm looking to get another job.
Why didn't I complain about the harassment? The man is in his 70's and needs his job. I'm more of a flight risk than a fight risk.
why am i having a dialog with a man half my age who refused to take any advice i have? why do i wast our time, as it is both our time conversing with an end date of pretty darn soon? am i bored? am i lonely? what the heck am i at this hour? he is stubborn and idealistic, i'll give him that...
No lines for auto fuels where I live but costs increases seen every day. Store shelves for home goods going bare though.
Ive had power fo 24 hours. Did some tidying in the house. I looked at my efficient coffee maker and then looked at the coffee pot on the stove. I was thinking “there’s nothing as good as camp coffee” so i made a pot. A little luxury with a little fond memories
I tent camped 21 days while looking for the house i live in. A lot of painful memories since. This cup of coffee is a reward for surviving to this point. I may box the electric pot up.
There is a lot of public awareness about watching out for motorcycles and sharing the road with motorcyclists. Bumper stickers, billboards and highway warning signage mark the roadways I travel on. While I don't want to see someone get killed or injured in a motorcycle accident. The odds are... when a motorcycle tangles with a car, the car wins!
The carpool lane is the inside lane with a double line separation to the regular lanes. That separation is roughly 2 feet wide and NOT to be used by motorcycles as a private lane. Well, that's with Department of Transportation says and everyday it gets used as if it's their private lane. Catching an accident for rolling between cars that are bumper-to-bumper is risky, but not life threatening.
I've taken a few road safety courses over the years and they recommend you look in the rear-view mirror at least once every 10 seconds. The speed limit is 65 and you're going 80, cars are flying past from both sides... I reverse that training and look toward the front every 10 seconds.
Tonight was no different. Traffic was moderate and moving fast. Drivers acting like it's a full moon and they need to get home before the hair and fangs appear.
I looked in the mirror to see nothing. A split second later there's someone on a 'crotch rocket' coming up from behind, so fast he has to weave in and out of traffic to avoid colliding with the flow of cars. All you need is one car who cannot gauge a motorcycle traveling in excess of 120 miles per hour to make a fast lane change and that accident will block traffic for 10 miles.
Watching out for motorcycles... who aren't watching out for you.
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