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| 11:13pm 22/03/2004 | ||||
Guess where I am? Texas. I moved back home. I've got my own place, a small one. I'm at a new job, too. It sucks. As you can guess, they shut down the place in Cali. Since I was replaced at the place here, I was offered a job as a mechanic only. Seeing as I was the boss of the people there at one point, and I actually hired two people who would then be higher on the food chain as me, I couldn't bare to take it. So I declined the job. It was a tough choice, I liked working there. But now I'm working as a staff mechanic for a car rental place. It's cars and moving trucks that people can rent. It's not a bad job, at least I don't have to deal with stupid people. Right? I'll try to make an entry with some depth later on. Unfortunetly, I still don't have my own internet connection, and something is now wrong with my Yahoo mail and I can't open it. >:(= I'll get a new account and give it to you all. In the meantime, I am very sorry if you emailed me and I never replied. I never got it. |
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blank| You Must Hate Me | ||||
| 01:31am 19/01/2004 | ||||
Let's see, an update. Yeah, lost the internet. I also sold the Packard. I don't have the time or the money to rebuild it anymore, so I sold it to some guy who wanted to rebuild it. He said he may resell it when he's done, and if he does, he'll give me a call and first dibs if I want it. Unfortunetly, things have gotten so tight I'm considering selling the Chevy, too. A man's gotta eat. I'm trying to find other things to do instead, but it may come to that. I took on a second job. Only on the weekends. I'm working in a truck rental place as a part time mechanic. It's not too bad, and so far it's making up for lost money. As you can tell, the store isn't doing well. The owners are starting to freak out because they are losing money. I may end up back in Texas before you know it. They're doing what they can to keep it open, running promitions and sales and all that good shit, but it isn't doing much good, I'm afraid. We're getting a lot of people coming in for oil changes and windshield whipers, but really nothing else. It's not just a garage, it's a store, too. And they've tried selling accessories here that they don't normally sell in Texas, but it isn't helping any. Example. I talked to the asst. manager today and he said that in a six hour span they only had three people come in. One guy didn't buy anything, a lady wanted an oil change, and another girl bought two stickers. Wow. Rollin' in the dough. It's a bit disheartening. Unfortunetly, if this place closes and I go back to Texas, I still have a job, but I'd be back down to mechanic instead of in a manager possition. And that just doesn't pay well enough. So I'll have to quit and find something else. This is starting to get depressing. But, all the non-sales are what is keeping me here so damn late. I came in at 3:00 this afternoon to start working on the books and brainstorming ideas. I'm still here, many hours later. I'd like to see this work, and I'd like to keep working for this company, so I'm busting my ass trying to figure out how much we're losing, how much we need to turn a profit, and what we can do to bring people in to turn that profit. But it keeps getting worse every month because it just ads up in the end. *sigh* I think I'm gonna call it a night and go home to sleep. If you want to email me, you can at rest_in_pieces2001@yahoo.com I may not respond right away because of the whole no internet at home thing, but I will when I get a chance to check my mail at home. |
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depressed| I Know, But I Still Live | ||||
| 03:22pm 08/11/2003 | ||||
And if it makes you feel better, I've been so busy that Halloween came and went and I didn't even realize it. Yes, I actually missed Halloween this year. I'm here in Cali now, still trying to get settled in. Living with my sister, joy, joy. That's only temporary. I can't afford to live anywhere out here! LOL! So once I get some more money, I'll be getting my own place. Still kicking, though, I promise. Trying to remember where I have journals. Sad, isn't it? I know I have this one, and one at FOD that is all messed up. But I forget if I had a third. LOL! See you all soon. |
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exhausted| The Big Move | ||||
| 02:55pm 20/09/2003 | ||||
First off, my sister invited me to move in with her until I can get myself back on my feet. Rent is a lot higher out there, and right now I can't afford it. So I took her up on her offer and I'll be moving into her guest room for a little while. I'm hoping this won't be a long term thing and I can get my own place soon. I made arrangements with a guy who frequents the store for the car moving. He has a friend who works for a company that moves cars out of state by way of truck, so I need to get the number from him and give them a call. It's going to be expensive though since it's classic cars, and I need to get insurance for the move and all that fun junk (and for classics/antiques it costs a lot more for that). So I've decided to cut the cost by only having them truck the Packard up. It won't drive up in the condition it is currently in, so I'll pay to have it trucked up. Me and the Chevy will be hitting the highways. The Chevy will be staying in my sister's garage, but she doesn't have room for the Packard, so I rented space a block away from her house to garage it. The plus side is that they allow "tenents" to work on their cars in the lot, so that will work out perfectly when I start getting the Packard back up to snuff. And they told me I can bring the Chevy in, also, when I need to do work on it. So that's it. In a month and a half I say goodbye to Texas. I'm making arrangments to have someone look in on my mother since she'll be here alone and she's sick. She refuses to move, and that's fine, I understand. I'd like to have it so that if she needs to go to the hospital again, I'm there, but she needs to be where she's happy and that's in Texas. I'll keep you all posted, I promise. |
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rushed| Moving | ||||
| 10:50pm 10/09/2003 | ||||
There's just been tons of crap going on here lately or I would be online more often and keep you updated. I had 900 emails today, no joke. That's how long it's been since I've been online. I've been dealing with the residual of the last crap I reported to you about, and new stuff has come along. So, needless to say, I'm not going to be the king of updates for a while. But yes, I'm moving again. The owners decided I would be the perfect general manager for the new store they are opening. Only one problem...they haven't made the choice yet as to where they are moving me to. The new store will either be in California or Maine, so they have it cut down that far. I was told the decision will be made within the next two weeks, and I can plan on moving within the next month and a half to two months. At least I get some warning to get some afairs in order before I leave. Once it's a little more sured up, you'll be the first to know what's going on. In the meantime, I get the job of interviewing people to replace me here when I finally move. And tomorrow I sign contracts saying I will stay and actually move up to where ever to be the general manager of the new store. It's only a binding thing saying I won't quit last minute to avoid moving. Which is fine. Now all I need to do is figure out how the hell I am going to get two classic cars shipped to where ever it is they move me. *sigh* This sucks. |
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crappy| Quick Update | ||||
| 10:54pm 10/08/2003 | ||||
So I went to see her today and she agreed to start excersising and eating a little better. Here's hoping she keeps her word. I still haven't told her about the dog. |
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discontent| What's Been Going On | ||||
| 01:41am 09/08/2003 | ||||
1. There was a fire at work. It wasn't too bad, no one was hurt and we're still open for business. But it resulted from spilled fluids and lit cigarettes where they shouldn't have been. And there was a lot of damage to cars in the area. Including my Packard. It was burned. I haven't given up on the poor thing, I think I might be able to save it since I was able to actually get the engine to turn over. I'm gonna try. But man, I cried. And I cried hard. Not ashamed to admit it, either. I sat there outside while it smoked and cooled down just sobbing my eyes out. It's not completely charred out or anything, but it does now need a LOT of work. :( 2. My mother had a heart attack on the 25th and is now in the hospital. The hospital called me directly. She'd already been there for three hours by the time they let me know what happened. I got there soon after. She's doing well, still in the hospital, though, other complications. Thankfully, she was sitting out on her front porch when it happened and the mail man saw her fall over. He called for help and probably ended up saving her life. But most of my week has been that. 3. A few days ago a guy came in a robbed the store. The girl I hired a month ago to take over cashier work and some light garage work ended up getting stabbed. She is also alright. They took her to the hospital, but she's home now, she went home a few hours after. Needless to say, I told her to take as much time as she needed. 4. My dog got out on Monday and was hit by a car. He's gone. I rushed him to the vet, but he was so badly broken up I had him put to sleep. And I've been kicking myself ever since the accident. I was bringing bags in to the apartment and he slipped out around me. I just couldn't catch him in time. I saw the whole thing happen and I swear I'm still having nightmares about it. Needless to say, I've spent a lot of time crying this week. But things will get better, I know that much. |
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ditzy| Been Sick and Sleeping A Lot | ||||
| 01:17am 06/07/2003 | ||||
I ended up in the ER on Wednesday because my throat swelled so bad I couldn't swallow or breath real well. That was a shit load of fun. I ended up sitting there for three hours before anyone decided to help me out. But I got some meds and all is well. Spent a lot of time sucking on ice trying to bring down the swelling. Just tired, really. I'm still exhausted and should probably go to bed. I hardly moved at all today. And of course, the loving animal my dog is, he took a rather large leak on my bed this afternoon. I got the sheets off and cleaned the mattress, but lost energy to put new sheets on the bed, so I'll be sleeping on the sofa tonight. LOL! Oh well, I guess. What can you do but rub his nose in it, say bad dog, and scoot him outside. I was watching Animal Cops tonight. That show is disturbing. I have no idea how people can be like that to animals. They founs a dog someone had starved to death lying on a tarp in the guy's back yard. A horse that was starved to death and one on it's way to the same fate. People are horrible and I am quickly losing what little faith I had in people. Bed time. I can't keep my eyes open anymore. |
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| One of Those...Lifetimes | ||||
| 01:14am 28/06/2003 | ||||
I had to fire someone today, and that just pisses me off and stresses me out. But the dude was smoking pot in the bathroom! WTF?! How stupid do you have to be?! He walked in, clocked himself in, then went in to the bathroom. Ten minutes later I smell it and walk in to find him kneeling on the toilet smoking the joint and trying to blow the smoke out the window. What a fucking dork! The "new guy" has been keeping me there to all hours again. He decided the store needs to be redone inside, so we're moving everything and recatagorizing it. What a pain in the ass that is. It was fine the way it was, and customers are going to get pissed because nothing is where it was. But he decided all the decorative shit should be up front by the window and all the stuff should go by level of "hardcore-ness." His word, not mine. But the really "hardcore" stuff is up against the back wall now, for whatever reason. I don't know what good he thinks this will do, but man...whatever floats your boat, I guess. Stupid Customer Files: I caught a guy trying to steal a tire. I caught another guy trying to smuggle a car battery out under his shirt. Some woman came in and decided that she'd pay for her repairs with sex. Yes, this woman told me she'd sleep with me if I didn't charge her for repairs. I didn't accept. I had a guy come in to sell his car for the dump, but he wanted to watch us flatten it. I let him. Whatever turns you on. I had a cop drive his squad car in with 4 flat tires. He said he'd parked two blocks away to get something to eat for lunch and when he came out all four tires were flat. He must have parked on nails, because I found at least 15 nails in his tires. Weird. I witnessed a car accident while out front having a smoke and the one guy came over and asked if I'd fix his car for free if he didn't ask me to testify on his behalf. I didn't accept. Some guy came in for new tires and was looking at the ones hanging on the walls as a display. I asked him three times not to touch/play with the tires, but he wouldn't stop. Then he hit one and caused a chain reaction which knocked a shit load of them off the wall. A woman came in and was playing with some things and something fell off a shelf and knocked her out cold. God save me. I really hate dealing with the public. But this was my frickin' week, folks. |
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frustrated| Holy...Crap | ||||
| 08:23pm 16/06/2003 | ||||
I had three little old men come in to the store today trying to sell me their old cars! Three more called asking if I'd want to buy theirs! WTF?! And they all said they were "friends of Larry...the guy with the old Packard." Problem? I'm a car guy....I WANT THESE CARS! But I can't afford them! WTF?! Ok, So there's three I don't want. Two were from the early 80s, and...no. LOL! But this one old guy has a fucking Shelby Cobra! A SHELBY COBRA!!!!!! I'd kill my own mother for one of those things!!!!!!!!!!! Let me see if I can remember the other ones. Well, first of all, I swear this one guy claims to have a 1930 Ford Model A. That's a sweet car, and I'd love to have one, but this guy sounded like he was about 104 and I'm sure he hasn't done any real work on it since 1969. And I really don't know how good I would be at fixing it up. So I'll pass, no real problem there. Another was a '49 Chevy pickup, which I saw. It's in...decent shape. You can tell the guy worked the thing at some point, but he took good care of it. You can tell, though, he didn't have the money to take excellent care of it. He wants $8000 for it. I can't afford to buy that and fix up the Packard as well as keep my Chevy running. And while I really liked that pickup...I still prefer the Packard, and my Chevy is always number 1. The other one was, I think, a 1972 Oldsmobile Cutlass Supreme. He wasn't even sure of the year, so I'm taking a guess. But...I fear a person who doesn't know the year of their car because it's simple knowledge and you need to know the year when you take it to the shop. So not knowing the year of the car is a pretty good indication of the fact that your probably didn't take the care you should have. Plus...it was purple. I couldn't believe this old man was driving a big assed purple car, but whatever fries your chicken, I guess. He was willing to take $1000 or trade me for the Packard because he has "spent years trying to buy that old Packard." God. Now I'm almost regretting that Packard. I'm gonna have to call this guy back and tell him to ask his friends to please not try to sell me their cars, I can't afford it! God damn! |
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| 01:35am 15/06/2003 | ||||
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silly| Well...That Was Stupid | ||||
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confused| You Won't Believe What I Bought Today... | ||||
| 01:04am 15/06/2003 | ||||
Click here to see a Packard. It's not my Packard, but if you want to see what one looks like, there you go. So how did I manage to get another car? Let me explain this to you. Anyone who really loves these old cars...you might want to brace yourself here because this was a save. The shop I work for offers a service to our customers. The service is basically that we'll buy a junker car off of you and take it to the junkyard. We actually have a machine that compreses the old junkers and we just toss it on a truck and send it over. The service isn't used very often, of course, but some people do it. I guess it's been about 6 months since I squeezed a car. We can also buy the cars for parts and what not (which we usually do with any car made before 1983 anyway) and we can take cars for charity as well. So this little old man walks in to the shop today and tells me his sob story. He was told by his doctor that it's time he gave up his driver's license because he can barely see. He told me he finally agreed, but no one in his family wanted his car and he didn't want to sell it to a stranger because he didn't know if they would take care of it. So he decided to, in his words, put it out of it's misery. I walked out into the front parking lot to have a look at the car so I could figure out what to buy the thing for. Normally, with old junkers and all, we pay out no more than $200, but it can go as low as $20. That's what you get for a piece of shit, what can I tell you. Anywho, we're walking out there and I see this Packard. It's in slight disrepair, needs some paint and some rust treatments, blah blah. But either way, as we're walking, I am praying to god this car isn't the one he wants squeezed. Unfortunetly, it was. I stood there for a minute just not even able to speak as he goes into his funeral speach (we call it a funeral speach because most people tell us the car's life story before we squeeze it, like a funeral). I couldn't stand the thought of having to be the poor bastard that stood there watching as the car was flattened out, so I told him I wanted to buy it off him personally. I walked him over to my Chevy to show him I'd take good care of it. I even told him to leave me his home number so I could call him when the car was fixed up and he could have a look at it all new again. So he finally agreed to let me buy the Packard off of him, asking me to "make it as nice as that old Chevy, it's only 7 years older, you know?" I bought it off of him for $1000 because the car runs really well and nothing inside appears to be very wrong. I don't think there's a lot of really hard work that needs to be done on this car, I can tell he took really good care of it while it was his. It does, however, need a lot of body work, but that's alright. I need to redo the inside some since the seats and the ceiling are torn up a bit and it needs to be cleaned. And I know there is some work that needs to be done under the hood. Either way, $1000 was his choice of payment, not mine. I personally believe the car's worth more than that, but whatever. Actually, let me rephrase the cost. It's $1000 plus visitation. LOL! This man is right up my alley, let me tell you. He wanted permission to visit the car sometimes, and, since he can't drive anymore, he wanted to know if I'd take him for a spin in it sometimes. I said sure, which I will. I understand the man's love for his car, believe me. |
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excited| This is Me? | |||
| 01:56am 14/06/2003 | |||
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Someone sent me a link to this and said this was "so" me. So, is it? LOL! Zodiac. Aries. March 21 - April 20. It is a very dynamic person: he would need a motorcycle, a car - anything of that kind in order to leave other people behind. As a rule, these people are very intelligent and they are rather proud of it, they are nothing loath to compete and to argue. If Aries wishes something it is useless to object him as it will only make him angry. He is not afraid of conflicts. This person will always help his neighbor in time of need, he is even able to show heroism, but it is necessary to praise him for it. Aries is always trying to be the first and he can not stand legging behind. This person practically never makes mistakes. Aries has fine organizing abilities. He can not stand the monotonous way of life and that is why he very often changes his occupation. Aries can stand fatigue for a long time, but he often overrates his strength. That may lead to the lost of it. The same thing is with diseases: he would stand them till bad complications fall him down. Baths and going in for sports are especially recommended for keeping fit. |
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| I Just Hate People | ||||
| 01:48am 14/06/2003 | ||||
Sometimes I wish my job required me to sit in a desk all day in the back office while I let everyone else deal with people. Maybe I just suck on a social level, but who the fuck knows at this point. And right now, I don't care either. I can't even begin to describe all the things that went wrong this week with customers, today being the worst. I can't mainly because this would end up being a 60 part entry. People just blow, plain and simple. Guess who had the fucking nerve to call me today and just put the nail in the coffin for this week? My ex. Yes, the one before Tash, the evil she-bitch. It was nothing important, she just wanted to "chat." Bullshit. She wanted to know if I was dating anyone now, if I was still working, and if I might have possibly contracted monkey pocks since my one friend has a prairie dog as a pet. I wish she would just go away. Any time I am feeling even slightly good about myself, that bitch emerges and reminds me of what she did to me. I have moved on, at least in some ways. Why isn't she? She dumped me, move the fuck on! Ok, I am off to bed. I'm so tired I can't stand myself. |
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| Organization is a Good Thing | ||||
| 01:02am 07/06/2003 | ||||
But the next one is, in fact, going to be in Michigan. Although he hasn't decided where yet. This is a really well planned deal, don't you think? But I'll let you know whenever I find out. P.S. I'm about ready to give up on FOD, anyone else? |
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bitchy| Well... | ||||
| 09:30pm 02/06/2003 | ||||
So yeah, still tired. Ew! My friend sent me an email about some granny porn?! Ok, now I have to wonder why he's looking at that stuff! *vomits* Yeah, so anyway. I don't think my boss wants to open a place in Northern Cali. He just doesn't like the area. I don't see why he cares, he doesn't have to physically move there, he just has to drop by a few times a year. But it's not my choice. I won't be going up at all. That's his department. Not sure when we're off again, and not sure where to just yet. I should know that within a week, I guess. I'm not looking forward to this. It's actually really tiring. He's a perfectionist in a way, so we spend more time dealing with this stuff than a normal person should, and very little time sleeping. And I was back in work today, so that didn't help any, either. Glad to be home, though. Just wish I didn't have to go on anymore of these. I don't see why he wants me along, anyway. It's not like I have much of a say, and once the place is opened I have no say in it at all. Boggles my mind, really. But whatever. I'm getting paid for it either way. LOL! |
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