03/08/2011

I have orientation today at 10am. So, few hours. I didn’t own any khaki pants or plain green shirts. Had to run out to Bealls Outlet to find some. 45 fucking dollars later I have three pants and two shirts. One shirt I don’t like all that must. Problem, the store had one green shirt that I loved (bought), and the rest were icky. Either too short that if I even twisted my body the shirt would ride up past my belly button (not good for work), gauzy sheer material (not good), or screen printed (not good). I wanted just some basic green tshirts, a nice green polo, a button down, simple basic shirts. Guess I’ll have to wait and see if I’m going to need long sleeves only anyway. I’m not sure what the rules are on having visible tattoos. I know when I went in for the interview the nice lady who walked me back told me to take out the lip piercing ’cause they don’t like facial piercings.

Uncle and Aunt are here. Spent all day yesterday out. Had to run to the gas station to put air in my tire. I couldn’t get the air compressor at the house to put air in the tire. Stupid thing. I mean I know how to use it, I can use the air wrench to take tires on an off, and all that other shit, but I couldn’t get it to put air in my tire. And yes, I did take the cap off. Also got a carton of cigs. Ah, sweet sweet cancer infested smoke, how I love thee. I think if I had any poetry talent, all my poems would be about the greatness of cigarettes and coffee.

So, right yesterday. Went to the turtle park, the seabird sanctuary, the beach, and minigolf. I suck at minigolf. I have limited patience for tapping the ball into the hole. Also got lunch at some deli type place. Tonight I guess we’re going to Outback. Depending on how long orientation runs we might go to the sponge docks. If we do I might call up the BFF, if it’s alright with the rest of the family. I saw her, the BFF, last week. We went out for lunch. It was nice. And I realized fully that she only really wants to be with me (not like relationship, but hang out) when she’s single. And she has more ex boyfriend drama, than I could with all of my ex’s combined. I always assumed women were worse when it comes to break ups, but damn her ex’s are pathetic about it.

Oh, and this is my Spring Break. Woo.