The new Jeep has arrived. i've waited years for this.
the "2004.5" jeep wrangler unlimited. if they offer it in a rubicon package, i'm getting one. to heck with the all-new 2005 mustang that i've been wanting. if you look carefully, the difference is a 10" longer wheelbase and 15" of added length overall. originally, jeep was going to offer a shorty hardtop and pickup bed and actually call it a scrambler, but that apparently got axed. this is even better. i'm 60% in favor of the jeep, 40% in favor of the 'stang. upon finding it online, i gleefully emailed mark about it, and he immediately stole the idea and blogged about it. if he actually buys one, we'll have matching jeeps. that's if either of us have jobs to afford it.
who am i kidding? i don't have any money or credit. asdl;fjfasdl;jaksdljasdfj
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JULES
(to himself)
We should be f***in' dead right
now.
JULES
That s*** wasn't luck. That s***
was somethin' else.
Vincent prepares to leave.
VINCENT
Yeah, maybe.
JULES
That was...divine intervention.
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I should be dead right now. yesterday i saw a story in the paper about a deadly car accident near here.
nothing out of the ordinary.
except that i was there on the same road, in the same spot, and at the same time the accident occured.
i remember seeing the ambulance a few miles later. it musta happened right behind me. creepy. the car was torn in half as the driver lost control in the snow and crossed the centerline, hitting a truck.
that coulda been me wiping out. it coulda been me hitting the car. the wanna-be trooper in me wished i'd been behind the accident so i could have done... something. i've been an EMT for three years and never used the skills beyond band-aid application. i really wish i'd come across an accident or something--not out of morbid curiosity, but to help. i missed it this time.
and then...the other reason i should be dead. the other night i left a candle burning overnight, and to my surprise, i woke up to find it still lit, and it had gotten so hot it shattered the glass holder all over my desk. that's one of those 2-second cold sweat feelings. if it had caught, i'd be either dead or burned out of my apartment. there goes the security deposit.
and then there's work. nothing life-threatening there. tonight i got some kind words from some coworkers, who were disagreeing with the demotion i got. that was cool. they went on to say, if i was gonna get screwed for this, they should be doing the same to the other guys who actually commit discipline-worthy stuff. apparently i'm one of the most-liked managers, at least in this crowd. and i didn't even start the conversation! it was an ego boost to say the least. you know, i really enjoy working there. but the hard work i've put in is all for naught when the powers-that-be don't think you're worth it. now i just don't care, just like half of the little punks that we employ. there's nothing like an unfair demotion to kill your enthusiasm and ruin your work ethic.
still no other job prospects. the interview on tuesday was a bust...for now.
Fish Tank Report:
Sharkie is bored. as i did my 15 minute fish tank stare/zone-out fest after work, i actually saw Sharkie yawn. Sharkie needs a Sharket. or maybe i should just let him blog.
the other fishies are fine. Gil is always sucking glass. the neon tetra hides because he has no friends to school with--yet. and the others are happy as hell. i needa bigger tank. more fish. more plants. more water. more more more. it's an obsession at this point. and an excuse to go back to Petco and see the fish chick.
in other animal-related news, my pad is infested with ants (as are the other apartments in the complex.) these are jonestownian-style suicidal ants, more specifically--they are killing themselves by guzzling listerine out of a glass in my bathroom. mark and i made the grim discovery after a night out at the bar. we had been to mulligans, a swank little bar a few miles away, where we attempted to meet members of the opposite sex but instead just got a little loud and boisterous. and then the diehard smokers started pulling out their cancersticks in blatant disregard of NY state anti-smoking law and stunk up the place. bummer. it was fun anyway.
but i digress. dead ants. on my counter. in my listerine. shocking.
this is all.
the "2004.5" jeep wrangler unlimited. if they offer it in a rubicon package, i'm getting one. to heck with the all-new 2005 mustang that i've been wanting. if you look carefully, the difference is a 10" longer wheelbase and 15" of added length overall. originally, jeep was going to offer a shorty hardtop and pickup bed and actually call it a scrambler, but that apparently got axed. this is even better. i'm 60% in favor of the jeep, 40% in favor of the 'stang. upon finding it online, i gleefully emailed mark about it, and he immediately stole the idea and blogged about it. if he actually buys one, we'll have matching jeeps. that's if either of us have jobs to afford it.
who am i kidding? i don't have any money or credit. asdl;fjfasdl;jaksdljasdfj
-------------
JULES
(to himself)
We should be f***in' dead right
now.
JULES
That s*** wasn't luck. That s***
was somethin' else.
Vincent prepares to leave.
VINCENT
Yeah, maybe.
JULES
That was...divine intervention.
--------
I should be dead right now. yesterday i saw a story in the paper about a deadly car accident near here.
nothing out of the ordinary.
except that i was there on the same road, in the same spot, and at the same time the accident occured.
i remember seeing the ambulance a few miles later. it musta happened right behind me. creepy. the car was torn in half as the driver lost control in the snow and crossed the centerline, hitting a truck.
that coulda been me wiping out. it coulda been me hitting the car. the wanna-be trooper in me wished i'd been behind the accident so i could have done... something. i've been an EMT for three years and never used the skills beyond band-aid application. i really wish i'd come across an accident or something--not out of morbid curiosity, but to help. i missed it this time.
and then...the other reason i should be dead. the other night i left a candle burning overnight, and to my surprise, i woke up to find it still lit, and it had gotten so hot it shattered the glass holder all over my desk. that's one of those 2-second cold sweat feelings. if it had caught, i'd be either dead or burned out of my apartment. there goes the security deposit.
and then there's work. nothing life-threatening there. tonight i got some kind words from some coworkers, who were disagreeing with the demotion i got. that was cool. they went on to say, if i was gonna get screwed for this, they should be doing the same to the other guys who actually commit discipline-worthy stuff. apparently i'm one of the most-liked managers, at least in this crowd. and i didn't even start the conversation! it was an ego boost to say the least. you know, i really enjoy working there. but the hard work i've put in is all for naught when the powers-that-be don't think you're worth it. now i just don't care, just like half of the little punks that we employ. there's nothing like an unfair demotion to kill your enthusiasm and ruin your work ethic.
still no other job prospects. the interview on tuesday was a bust...for now.
Fish Tank Report:
Sharkie is bored. as i did my 15 minute fish tank stare/zone-out fest after work, i actually saw Sharkie yawn. Sharkie needs a Sharket. or maybe i should just let him blog.
the other fishies are fine. Gil is always sucking glass. the neon tetra hides because he has no friends to school with--yet. and the others are happy as hell. i needa bigger tank. more fish. more plants. more water. more more more. it's an obsession at this point. and an excuse to go back to Petco and see the fish chick.
in other animal-related news, my pad is infested with ants (as are the other apartments in the complex.) these are jonestownian-style suicidal ants, more specifically--they are killing themselves by guzzling listerine out of a glass in my bathroom. mark and i made the grim discovery after a night out at the bar. we had been to mulligans, a swank little bar a few miles away, where we attempted to meet members of the opposite sex but instead just got a little loud and boisterous. and then the diehard smokers started pulling out their cancersticks in blatant disregard of NY state anti-smoking law and stunk up the place. bummer. it was fun anyway.
but i digress. dead ants. on my counter. in my listerine. shocking.
this is all.
