Responsibility

Yeah, I guess it's been a week, time to update.

So what's been going on? Well, to start with, I'm broke(or close enough, thanks to my bank). Apparently, my bank says I have money, but I can't use it. Hooray! So, there seems to be an overabundance of bills, necessities(like gas, which caused a nice 'Well, I'll keep your driver's license until you pay this off' debacle), and of course wants that won't get fulfilled until, well, probably paycheck after next. Or later.

I'm semi-in charge at both of my jobs now(de facto cleaning boss at Super One, with two subordinates that come in[between the two of them] three times a week). Not that it's anything to brag about. Also, I'm the weekend manager at Robin Goodfellow(which means I get paid more to not slack off. And apparently, to encourage everybody else to work on something. So basically, I get to yell at people because I don't get to sit and do nothing anymore). Joe tries to keep me on a tight leash, but let's see what happens when I switch his regular coffee with Folgers
Crystals®. I'm going to try and encourage my employees to work, all right. Since I'm in charge of them, I get more responsibility(technically), so I'm going to see how far that stretches. See if I can use it to the stores advantage, to try and make some actual money, instead of bleeding it straight into Joe. Plans of an actual concrete nature fail me, so I'll just delight in rubbing my hands together menacingly(Mwa-ha-ha).

Still no dating prospects, not that I've been looking. Damnit, why aren't the women I want falling from the sky?

Been bored with writing lately(except for this, obviously), can't seem to form a thought to save my life. Everything I come up with seems to have been done before. Stupid Joseph Campbell and his stupid theories on subconscious re-interpretation of established stories. Old people blow.

So, now I'm sleepy, 'cause it's ten-to-six, and I got a whole four hours yesterday. Now here's something you'll really like. Maybe.