motherfucking yakisoba

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Well, Whitaker is indeed gone. I’ll kind of miss that kid. He may have been really annoying and volatile and filled with some nonsensical ideas, but at least he was interesting.

Before he left, he gave me a DVD copy of J. Edgar as a gift. i thought it seemed kind of weirdly generous of him to do that, but when i finally watched the movie, i think i understood. See, the first hour is mostly Leonardo DiCaprio as an ambitious young guy seeking power and railing against communists and radicals, but then at the midpoint…

….boom! Violent man kiss! Cross-dressing!

Yeah. I think the film’s gay content wigged him out a little. I don’t think he was expecting it from a movie directed by Clint Eastwood. So he pawned it off on me so that i may be infected by its gayness.

Heh heh heh.

The best news is that Whitaker apparently will NOT be replaced by Holley, the ultimate abomination. She’s finally back at her old position at Central and apparently content there and safely away from me. Oh, thank fuck.

Does any of this matter? Are we even going to be there in 25 days?

I’ve heard that the bidding for the contract has already happened. A decision is imminent. I’ve heard every possible rumor and guess and far-fetched hypothesis that could ever possibly be imagined. In the meantime, the management is going absolutely berserk and issuing loads of new memos and rules and regulations in some desperate attempt to scrub their miserable performance of the last few years. Everything will be cleaned and noted and checked daily! Supervisors must report every infraction! All chairs and other seatables will be of uniform make and color! Radio is forbidden! Failure to comply will result in further action to be determined later! And no one cares. The bottom line is that they don’t pay people enough. The average worker there just shoves it aside and mumbles “whatever, they can fire me if they want. I’m going back to sleep now.”

I want to stay. I want to keep drawing. I don’t want to go anywhere else right now.

But who am i working with tonight?

[ ……oh, Butler. ]

Sometimes people like Butler drive me nuts. People talk too much. Look, i get it, we work together on an irregular basis, so of course it is natural to slog through the normal chit-chat, catch up, swap theories about what’s going to happen to our useless outfit. But… that was five hours ago. You see me, hunched over my computer, working diligently on a word document. You continue to talk, and i remain focused on my task and respond with clipped one-word responses like “Yeah. Yeah. Huh. Okay. I dunno. I don’t think so. No. Huh.”

Why do you persist, Butler? Do you not comprehend? Why do you edge around to my side, trying to catch my eye? Is what you are saying important?

“So yeah, as a kid i never liked to read so what i would do is look up the most obscure short stories like in some paperback i got in a thrift shop and i’d read the story that was maybe 8 pages and i’d write my book report on that and no one would ever know, i still made A’s on that. My sister did this one thing, they called them manuals, where you take one piece from each thing and put them together and submitted it to this thing that was in the newspaper or something and it was in the paper and that lasted for like half a year…”

No. Not important. Please just let me work. Why are you asking me so many questions? And when i try to answer them, why do you interrupt me? Don’t you want the answers?

“So hey i heard that Yahoo is going bankrupt and laying off like a million people. Is it because of Google? Hey, what is Microsoft, like what do they do? Is it something inside the computer where they get a certain amount of money for each one they sell? Does Bill Gates still run all that? What about Apple? Is Apple like Google? I know they have the iPad and the iPod and all that stuff. I’m not really an internet person you know…”

Argh. I would give anything for you to be quiet and let me work for just one hour in peace. Just one hour. Please. Please stop talking, Butler. Please. Stop talking.

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Wait, hold on… after the warmest March ever, the temps are going to drop back down for a bit? Lows of 38 and 41 at night? Oh, crap. Love. Maybe the insects will go back to sleep. This is great.

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It’s taking me a long time to write this entry. Not much is going on. I finished my second reading of The Dark Tower series, and i still love the ending, and now i’ve moved on to The Dead Zone. It’s very decent so far. And after that, i have The Talisman, Black House, ‘Salem’s Lot, Eyes of the Dragon, and The Tommyknockers on the shelf. That’s like three pounds of Stephen King.

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Nerr, i hate being woken up by phone calls, but that’s the only time the day people can get in touch with me. Sixth day at KRH this week? Awesome. If this really is the end, i want to see that place one last time. I just earned five more vacation days, and i’ll just be taking those in straight cash.

Four years.

I’ve been at this job for four years. Despite everything, in many ways these have been four of the best years of my life. I have no clue where to go from here, but i don’t regret these last four years. KRH is now eternal to me. If i die suddenly and wake up in an illusory fake-afterlife, it’ll probably look like KRH.

Schaaaaaa.

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Wow, did you know that Arnold Schwarzenegger’s commentary tracks are pure comedy gold? i did not know this until recently.

Hollywood has not properly mined this man’s comedy potential.

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