and i’ll need more Stevia

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Oh, fuck, you people.

This month is so strange and busy. I’m eight days away from my Epic Virginia Vacation, and i still can’t believe that i’m… going… to be… somewhere else.

Let me explain. I was transferred to my current work site back in 2011. Since then, i’ve worked every week, usually six days a week. And there were those weird months where i was there almost… every… day. Not that this is a bad thing. The place is so ridiculously deserted and full of trees and raccoons and bunnies that i’ve gotten a lot of drawing done there. It’s all been worth it, it’s just… being there. Always there for over two years. It’s like some kinda crazy Shawshank thing, you know? I feel institutionalized.

L’Hommedieu was here.

But damn, these last few weeks have been hectic. I keep working second shift overtime at good old KRH, and my brother always bitches about it because it means we have to ask Mary to come over and walk our dogs so they won’t be alone for 11 hours. I give her five or ten bucks for gas every time, so what’s the problem? It’s not like she’s employed.

The worker shortage is acute. They call me a lot and ask me to go work at KRH or Old Hickory or some other place, so Ms. Hodge can stay at the Stone Ring and do a double. It’s annoying.

So Dahir has been replaced by Wadham. Wadham is a weird Christian geek, but i’ve gotten used to him. We’re currently burning through The Walking Dead and having a pretty good time…

…and we both don’t like the other new guy.

OH, GOD.

Muna’s replacement is this older man named Conklin. The thing about Conklin is that he has some kind of mental disorder, or disorders, that make him barely employable. He has unbelievable anxiety, can’t remember simple things, and shuffles around aimlessly. He’s one of those sad people for whom just driving to work and operating a smartphone are monumental tasks. He can barely cope with anything. He constantly apologizes and asks me the same thing he asked me five times before. He doesn’t know what day it is. He says he has “dyslexia,” but it sounds more like “dementia.”

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I feel bad for him, but i do not want to work with him. He is somehow unable to do the easiest job in the world.

I just realized how ludicrous this situation is. If they can only hire workers who have one year of experience, that means that they can no longer hire vibrant and sexy young people like Muna off the street… no, they’ll have to hire these broken old people who have experience from 30 years ago.

This… is… scary. For me. It does not bode well.

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I’m listening to the new Moby album. I thought i was maybe done with Moby, because his albums all sound the same recently, but this one isn’t bad. Other than that, i’ve listened to the new BT and the new Daft Punk albums a freakish number of times.

The best individual song i’ve heard recently, though? This one. My god, i love it.

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Breaking Bad is pretty much the best thing in the history of ever. You watching that shit?

Okay… fuck. I’m trying to enjoy my weekend which will be mutilated by having to go to KRH at 4:00-midnight tomorrow.

My brother and Mary will leave for Michigan on Thursday morning, and i’ll be all alone for four days, except for the four dogs. Godzilla, Agent Cooper, Luna, and Mary’s dog Qui-Qui. Quidy. Queenie. I’m not entirely sure what her name is, but she’s a cute little pup.

Then it’s the last ballsack-shattering episode of Breaking Bad.

Then i go to the airport and fly away on Wednesday, October 2nd. Stay in Virginia until Sunday, October 6th.

Get back home and do nothing but loaf and draw from the 7th to the 10th.

Then return to normal shitty life. Hopefully have a chill winter at work with lots of drawing and movies and cold and dark.

Holy crap, it’s so close. It’s so freaking close. It’s still on the couch, i can’t believe it.

I need to go buy some travel-sized personal hygiene items, don’t i.