Thursday, April 27, 2006

Went to a roofers meeting/party last night at Second City. Paul was able to squeeze himself out of a couple hours at work so he could come. There weren't as many folks at this place than the casino last year but we still had a good time. The skit/show thing was cool and quite funny. I thought it would be an excellent first or second date thing for new couples - you know, instead of the dinner and a movie type thing. Overall, I label the night : "Unique"

Monday, April 24, 2006

I find it really irritating when people sit in their car, in a driveway or side street, and honk their horn because they are too f-ing lazy to get out of their car and knock on the front door. There are two houses in my neighborhood famous for said behavior and it seriously makes me think of ways I can return the favor. One time, I wanted to walk outside, put my face right next to the driver's side window, and hold the button down on a fog horn for like 5 minutes. Another time, I wanted to shoot paint balls at the car every single time they honked. If they finally got out of the car, I would let a few more paint balls fly just because they'd get out to deal with a paint crazy lunatic but not for a simple knock on the door. Then this morning, I thought I could just walk over to the car, knock on the window politely, and then yell "shut the f up you lazy bastard" at the top of my lungs.

I'm still trying to decide which one of my solutions would be more effective. I'm not quite sure yet but I bet I'll probably make a 'off-the-top-of-my-head' decision the next time someone knocks.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

In the past two days, I've visited 12 cities on the west side of the state, including Kalamazoo. I'm kindof a traveling salesman I guess. Anyway, so while I was in kzoo, I stopped briefly at the speedway on westnedge, south of whites rd, you know - by the cemetery? Yea...All I wanted was gatorade and maybe some gum or something and I get bumped out of line for these three nasty looked dudes. All three of them were dressed in white tanktops and jeans, both stained with sweat and dirt, their hair was mashed to their heads, and their faces and hands reflected the greasy skin oil, generated from working outside all morning, whenever they stood in a beam of sunlight. They were probably about 20 in age but scoffed and snorted like they were 13 and mowing lawns for a little cash. They threw their gas station nachos and drippy 50 oz cokes on the counter and asked the lady to ring them up together. I wasn't upset that they hopped in line in front of me but I was a little annoyed and I could see the lady behind the register was as well. For a second, while the woman scanned the bar codes of the bags and bars of candy these guys tossed next to the nachos, a chick, dressed strikingly similar to these dudes, walked through the door. The guys seemed to know the chick and while they packed up their items, they asked her how she'd been.

She spoke in this loud, obnoxious voice, as if to boast, that she'd been in court all day after she'd turned herself in at 8am that morning. She said she'd been there from 8am til noon with court officials and that she wasn't very happy that she had to stay for so long. Shortly after that, I made a phone call to Paul's cell phone and left a message about how much I hated Kzoo.

I really honestly hate Kzoo. The only reason I can somewhat tolerate it, is that there are a few good people I still talk to that live in the city or south of it. Funny thing, I used to love it but after volunteering and interning, I really started to hate it. I was sick to death of the fact that my little had moved four times in about a year and a half because her mom was having trouble holding a job. I hated that she had four siblings, each with volunteer mentors and seperate, non-existent fathers. I hated rental companies like AIM because they were little money grubbers. I cringed when I had to work with or see these ridiculously poor people come in to Frank's office, in the circuit court downtown, to discuss $10-20 a week payment plans for a court appointed lawyer. The majority of these people would miss the first, second, and third payments despite the plan. I could barely deal with the monotony of the district court and the severly repressed and robotic employees who work there, day in day out. I hated knowing that there's nothing in kzoo for the residents who aren't in college. It's like business as usual while a whole load of people roll over in debt again and again. The people in the gas station just reminded me of all the shit that seems like it's just glazed over year after year.

I don't know, maybe I'm just socially retarded and it's not really that way at all. But everytime I think about kzoo, all that stuff pops into my head.

Monday, April 17, 2006

Well, I had a wonderfully entertaining weekend. I finally used the good china for my little Easter brunch/dinner on Sunday for the in-laws. It was fun. After they left at around 5, I passed out until 9:30.....a sleep session that's been reoccuring the last few days. I still think it's due from all of the work I did last week but who knows at this point. Last week was an emotionally draining, work week from hell and I guess I'm not surprised my body is shutting down like this.

Last Monday, I spent nearly all morning completing project and all afternoon downtown, walking roofs by myself. Tuesday, while getting a crew started in the morning, I had to drive material back and forth three times before getting another trucker to come out the forth and last time. Consequently, the trucker broke down while he was at this jobsite and couldn't make his delivery to another site that afternoon. Tuesday afternoon, I was almost thrown out of a coffee house by a complete and total asshole for treating him like a complete and total asshole. Wednesday, I had a 3 hour walk of 10 more roofs in the morning and a paperwork afternoon that lasted until 6pm. Did I mention it rained all day Wednesday? Thursday, roof walks in Farmington - one of the addresses was way wrong and cost me 45 minutes in travel time in the morning. The afternoon brought more trouble after a phone call from a metal man let me know that some very expensive, labor-intensive material has gone missing from a jobsite. Completely gone. I was on the phone and doing paperwork at the same time until 5:30. Friday, same type of thing - went to walk 4 more roofs in the rain with my dad and then came back to finish more paperwork. I left at about noon. When I got home, I slept for a couple hours, woke up, then slept until Saturday morning.

I'm keeping my head up though. This week has to be a better week....it just has to be.

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

Ok so I have to post this. I went to this onsite meeting with a customer of ours this afternoon and I took my boss (pops). I really wanted it to seem like I was tagging along because I hate this job with everything in me and I would so much rather pass it off on my boss...but whatever. Anyhoo, so we're out there and we're talking about the same structural problem the Onsite Super and I have been talking about since day one. For some reason, my father needs to repeat it to this guy so that he can understand.....in man-language. So we get through the whole thing, come up with a solution and then the customer mentions a past-due bill owed to us by one of his tenants. The customer points towards the tenants' store and says "oh I bet you'll work it out in five minutes, I'll wait here."

Oooooooohhh no. I know this asshole tenant, I've talked with him about this bill before and he basically told me to go screw myself. The guy orders work to be done on his building and he doesn't want to pay for it. .... Sittin all smug in a corner....what an asshole....... Anyway, so we walk in and I've already got it in for this guy right - so I wrap my arms in front of my chest, puff up, and lay into him after he tells me he's not paying for work he was required to hire us to do. My voice, just nearly surpassing his in volume, makes him snap and look me dead in the eye. He says, "you lower your voice in front of my customers or you'll be outside." I could feel the side of my mouth raise to form this quiet, 'Oh-you're-an-asshole-and-I-just-got-you-to-show-it' type smirk. He fires one cold stare right back at me, showing the whites of his devil eyes. Oh he was pissed.

My dad jumps in like the nice guy and of course, saves the day by politely and calmly telling him he's a cheap bastard. Anyone could tell this guy tried his hardest not to flare a nostril at my father in fear of looking like a TOTAL asshole so he turns to me and tells me that our invoices look like they were authored by a child. He then quickly followed with the question "did you write these?" Huh. I whipped out another smirk and said "does it make a difference?" ....then I bit my tongue. In my head, the sentence ended with a "after all, we thought maybe you'd be able to understand them that way." ....but I half considered the chance that the devil inside of him would've lunged at me, gnashing its' teeth out of its' lust for blood. Although, I didn't dare move in efforts to show my willingness to defend myself.

After a few angry minutes, the customer walks in, curious as to what's taking place between us. Wouldn't you know it, it was like the clouds parted and the sun revealed Jesus in front of us and choirs of angels burst into song! The son of God is human! Praise lord Jesus! Praise God! .....The asshole suddenly changed his story and wanted to pay us. He actually looked at me, ME, for approval of his payment and he actually grinned....at ME. So I decked him. No I'm kidding but I was, at that point, very afraid this guy was going to hire a hit-man to kill me as soon as I left his store. I didn't show it though. I stood my ground. I won't let another jerk like that walk all over me. .... that is, until I'm in a pine box, 6 feet under ground and he just happens to walk over my patch of grass saying "how you like me now?" ......... I need a bodyguard.

Thursday, April 06, 2006

Life is a waterfall,
We're one in the river,
And one again after the fall.

Swimming through the void
We hear the word,
We lost ourselves,
But we find it all?

Cause we are the ones that want to play,
Always want to go,
But you never want to stay,

And we are the ones that want to chose,
Always want to play,
But you never want to lose.

Aerials, in the sky,
When you lose small mind,
You free your life.

Life is a waterfall,
We drink from the river,
Then we turn around and put up our walls.

Swimming through the void
We hear the word,
We lost ourselves,
But we find it all?

Cause we are the ones that want to play,
Always want to go,
But you never want to stay,

And we are the ones that want to chose,
Always want to play,
But you never want to lose.

Monday, April 03, 2006

Well I did most of what I wanted to do this weekend; the lawn is officially free of leaves, the basement has a few less loose ends, we have a new folding table/cabinet (thanks to P), and the office is clean. I didn't get to building the desk in the office or my bike but it's no biggie - I didn't have the materials for either anyway.

On Saturday, I went to the HD and picked up a couple of books I really wanted. I really want to learn more about landscape design including the right types of trees, shrubs, vines, and groundcover I can use for my spotty little gardens. I can also find some good screening plants to get rid of the view of the bottom of the neighbors deck...which in all honesty, was the main reason I wanted to learn about landscape design. They seem like nice people but I hate seeing the underside of their deck, the side of their pool, and having their dogs come right up close to me when I'm working back there. I don't like it when they bark, it scares me. Anyhoo, so I'm forcing myself to learn how to fix the problem and maybe turn my thumb green while I'm at it. We'll see I guess.