Spring Cleaning

Ah, thank you for updating me on important, current events, Facebook. I forgot it was Mustache March. No thanks. A half-grown mustache makes me look like a pederass, It makes most dudes look like pederasses, honestly. I am not meant to ever have a glorious, porn star-like stache. It’s simply fact. I’d kill for a Charles Bronson Death Wish-era nose curtain but it’s not meant to be.

Date thing with girl is tomorrow. I think. We’ve been texting, kind of. I have to make all the effort, as with most women. I’m never sure if it’s them adhering to the stereotype of the guy wooing the girl and trying to impress her, apathy, or something less noteworthy. Cass was really the only person who would actually text anything worthwhile back, and give me something to reply to. Ugh. Anyway, I hate feeling like I’m interrogating my romantic interests. People get paid to do that sort of thing, and here I am doing it for free. I texted tomorrow’s date today with no reply, which probably means nothing, yet feels telling. Will she actually show up tomorrow? I will go in assuming she will. Life will be easier when I am in Portland, and the streets are flooded in babes. And/or there are way more search results on the hokey free dating sites I use. Whatever.

Locksmith comes tomorrow to make a key for the car, that’s exciting. I can finally move it and not fear that they will finally come tow it after being in the same spot for a year. It doesn’t look as bad as I figured it would, engine-wise anyway. I’m hoping to be driving in a couple weeks if the fixes are relatively easy. That would make many things easier.

I biked to Ashland with a friend for the first time in a few months. To there and back on the bike path from the park we start at is between 25 and 30 miles. It took us 65 minutes to get there, going largely uphill and against the wind. Without these obstacles, the way back was 47 minutes. My legs are like noodles but I feel like a badass. It’s easier than it was when I went last year and I was faster, due to a much-needed tune-up and also several months more of biking. It’s a helpful confidence booster.

I have been sluffing off and playing video games for the most part. It’s time to dig in deep and get stuff done. Lots of house and room cleaning to do, messing with my car, and also finally learning how to use Adobe Premiere. It’s the only thing that will be sufficient for video editing. It’s also about as user-friendly as a cactus, at least to the uninitiated. I have been slacking off a lot lately, even with bass, but I’m not worried. When this confidence leads to overconfidence, it will be bad, for now it’s fine.

Work feels increasingly frustrating. A lot of it is due to donors being jerks and coming in at the last minute. As long as they’re inside by the time we lock the doors, we’ll screen them. It’s usually quiet, or barely steady for most of the day. In the last hour or two, people come in in droves, every single time. Assholes. I never used to mind, but now it annoys me. It’s still the best job I’ve had so far, many would say I should be thankful to have a job. I take it for granted, as I can, as I do. It’s what I have to deal with for now. I plan on taking a month or two off from working this summer if I save up enough. Move in July, go visit home for a couple weeks, donate plasma and do odd work if I can until PAX in late August, and then start something regular after that. With working on forming a band during all of the non-vacation stuff of course. Fuck corporations, man. Not in the hippie sense. Moreso the "fuck working for anyone else and being made to feel entirely replaceable" sense. I am entirely replaceable, I have been in every job I’ve had. It’s all entry-level, all easy to learn. Oregon is an at-will state. Rocking the boat and trying to cause changes is dangerous. That’s probably why most people don’t do it. Thankfully, I’m not interested in changing things for the better at my job, just with my life as a whole.