November 2008
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Started my job today. They bought parts that came from four different service centers that shut down, and I got to count, sort out and organize all of this shit:
Most of it is old; they're parts for models dating all the way back to whatever the hell this phone is:
We have a box full of these for some reason.
Lots of parts for the i1000+, i700, i550, etc. Two cabinets are dedicated to the i60, i90 and i95cl. When I was working for the other center I saw one of those phones maybe once a month. The owner probably should have consulted with me before spending all that money on this garbage. He told me his goal with the center is not to make money but to offer another service for his customers to make them happy, including the ones who refuse to give up their dinosaur phones. He'll change his mind when he sees the numbers I can do.
So, yeah, that's what I'll be doing all weekend before the service center officially opens on Monday. Hooray.
I should be moved in to my new place next weekend. Kinda thinking about ditching S at the last minute. She's still talking to the troglodyte for some reason. I actually called him that and the only reason he took offense is because he thought I called him a dyke. As long as he doesn't come dragging his knuckles around my place I'm fine, but she should know better.
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I start my new job Friday. Also, S broke up with her troglodyte boyfriend and we're moving in to a rental cottage together this weekend. We spent Saturday and Sunday together and today she decided she wanted to move in with me right away. I went along with it for some reason. A few hours later we found a place. I am just now processing all of this.
Not sure how she talked me into this. I don't even really remember discussing it. I think it's the prego boobs. She isn't showing much in the belly yet but her rack looks fucking amazing right now. She used them to hypnotize me, the crafty witch.
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Should be working around the end of the month as the service center manager for a Sprint dealer in Tavares. They're new to the game and don't know much so they're letting me run everything how I want. Hell yeah.
The WE4 is running again. Currently letting a friend drive it, which works out because she's pretty tight with some guys who run a shop and I'm getting a lot of cheap labor out of the deal. Once I get some paychecks coming in I'll start working on fully restoring it, as well as putting all the go-fast parts on that are sitting in the trunk and a few other things. The recipe I have should be good for low 11s. Hopefully she doesn't destroy it in the meantime.
And, yeah, lots of other shit going on. I did have a pretty long write-up here about the women in my life but I took it down to protect the guilty (me). I'll replace it with a summarized version. I'm using psuedonyms in place of names. They are A, L, H, B, Y and S.
I could never figure out why, but A came on pretty strong the day I met her (when she got hired at the place I worked at). Gorgeous girl, tastefully dressed (you don't see that around here too often), decently smart. She asked me out the first time we talked. I'm not used to that and couldn't figure out what the hell my appeal was, but I didn't question it. We messed around a bit, had a drunken manage a trois on my birthday with S (which led to the end of their friendship), never got serious, mostly because I figured out that she was fucking crazy. In what I can only assume to be an attempt to make me jealous she started talking with some other guy. I didn't care. She said she'd leave him for me. I didn't care. She quit her job and stalked me for a while. Haven't heard from her in a month.
I had sex with L within a couple hours of meeting her. I'm not going to go into details but it was like something you'd read in Penthouse. Then I found out she has a 'roided out fucking monster for a boyfriend, so I didn't even bother going for a follow-up. Saw her a while later at a party (and her boyfriend). She pretended not to know me, I was drunk and pissed off and said something about how I nailed her rather loudly. I didn't get my ass beat but I did cause a fight between them. He left, she stayed, I banged her again. She called me a week later to tell me she was pregnant. Not mine. I used a condom and pulled out. And can you even tell after only a week? She disagreed. I told her to fuck off. Haven't heard from her since.
I met H at a small house party. They were drinking cheap beer when I showed up with a trunk full of top shelf liquor. After realizing I pretty much had my pick of the drunk bitches crowding around me at the kitchen bar, I took H out on the back porch where she proceeded to give me head. Afterwards I came in and told a friend about it, not realizing the guy standing next to him was her boyfriend. Oops. Again, no confrontation between us, but they had a screaming match outside that lasted a while. Just as I had everything gathered up to leave, he left and she apologized to me for sucking my dick. Before I could explain that no apology was necessary, she started puking over the railing. Since I was nice enough to hold her hair and bring her water, she exchanged numbers with me and told me she'd hook me up with her single friend B. I never expected anything to come of that, or for her to even remember me the next day, but both of those things happened.
B called me the next day and I asked her out. She was awesome at first. Very smart and witty. I don't know many witty females. We hit it off pretty well and she didn't want to do anything on the first night, but I made her an offer she couldn't refuse and I am not ashamed to admit that I am a pro at eating pussy. Seriously, I should be licensed and get paid for that shit. The second date wasn't so great. She seemed distracted and was kind of a bitch. And she fucking left during dinner. She called someone, said something that sounded like code and just got the fuck up and split. I later found out via H that she had left to go fuck her coke dealer. Awesome. I deleted her number out of my phone but she called me later to apologize and asked me to come over. I nailed her a few more times before she decided she wanted to get serious and I said no thanks. Then we had an email volley that was pretty amusing in which I turned my asshole dial to 11. Craig would have been proud. She called me a few times after that and said she loved me, I ignored her for the most part. Then I saw her at a party a while later (the same one I met L at for the second time) and we apologized to each other, and did the let's be friends thing. I didn't really have any intentions of ever talking to her again but she invited me to come stay with her in Orlando so I could look for a job down there. It was tempting..especially since she was living with H and both of them being single... But I still haven't taken her up on that.
Back to H again. After I split from B, H was still talking to me so I figured I'd give it a shot. Nope, friendzoned. Ouch. Very friendzoned, actually. She was so comfortable with me that she slept next to me naked one night. She says she stayed with me because she was worried about me (I was pretty wasted), and she was naked because that's just how she sleeps. I had completely forgotten she was there when I woke up in the morning with a tit in my face. What a fucking cocktease. She'd call me all the time but she wouldn't even go out with me alone because that was too much like a date. But later she broke up with her boyfriend and started getting very upset with me for not hanging out with her every day. Apparently we were suddenly a couple and I didn't get the memo. By the time I figured out that I was out of the friend zone, it was too late. She was in love with me but had gotten over me. What a weird bitch.
Y was 17 when I met her. She had an amazonian body with an ass that I wanted to be friends with, but she acted 12. Very strange girl. She called me at 12:01 am on her birthday to let me know that she was legal..but I couldn't get her to do anything. She responded very cartoonishly to flirting, like she's afraid of getting cooties or something. The one time I thought I was getting somewhere, she changed her mind because she didn't believe S wasn't my girlfriend, and she's strongly against cheating because one time her mom blah blah blah blah blah. I never really listen to her when she's talking. She still calls me and texts me regularly. I actually just got a text from her while typing this. I see her at her job every now and then. Her ass is still amazing. Can't get her to come over though, damn it. Maybe I need to lure her with candy or a Spongebob t-shirt or something.
And then there's Maude. I mean S. She's an unwaivering bitch with a cynical sense of humor and a mixed kid. We worked together and for a year I only knew the white side of her. Little did I know, outside of work she was gangsta bitch Barbie. Seriously, she'll pull a piece. But she's interesting and fun to be around, and cute as hell. I just hated the package she came with so I never wanted much to do with her. We messed around quite a bit at work, though. Oh, the fun we had in the tech room... She ran into financial troubles and was going to lose her apartment and her car and had a worthless boyfriend at the time, so I helped her out. Then she threw herself at me. I declined. Then a bunch of shit happened to her in the span of a week and she quit her job because she couldn't handle the stress. That's when she started calling me. A lot. I wanted to keep my distance but eventually gave in and started hanging out with her. She had a new boyfriend (still worthless) but he was crazy and loved her so much he didn't care that she was spending all her time with me as long as she'd still tell him they were still together. Whatever. I got her her job back and work became way more fun until Sprint pulled the plug on us and we all lost our jobs. She broke up with the idiot but we were still "friends." Then one of her insane ex-boyfriends got out of prison and she got back together with him. I was pissed. She says it's for her kid, though; she says he raised her, but how much raising is involved with a kid from 4 months to a year old? Whatever. He's a fucking troglodyte. No job, no car, no place to live, no brain. But she's with him instead of me and he wasted no time getting her knocked up. We still see each other often. Now she's saying she wants to move in with me...but still be together with the troglodyte, even though he won't be staying with us. And I'm her best friend, and only a friend. But she's in love with me. And she thinks I'm going to help her take care of the kid she's currently pregnant with from the guy she brushed me aside for, who she doesn't plan on leaving. Huh? I'm letting her drive my Buick and I'm using her for cheap labor (see above). Once the car has what I want done to it finished, I'm walking away from that circus. Later.