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6-7-03
I feel the wrath of a beater tan
today. My shoulders and neck are raw,
and the slightest pressure makes me feel, well, uncomfortable. Steve came home from Virginia at 6:30 this
morning, and so everyone had to make a big deal and be loud and play the
trumpet so I could not stand it any longer that I was forced to get up at
7:30. My one day to sleep in and I am
up early.
Last night Dave, Mike C, and I
went to the Spot to drink cold drinks.
But after we left some guy was asking for money for insulin so we all
gave him a few bucks, the scoundrel. He
played us, and Dave gave in and then so did I and then Mike too. He didn’t even head to the drug store, the
liar. Oh well. You win some you lose some.
Tonight starts the trash-plate
marathon where Dave and I will decide who makes the best trash plate in
Rochester. So far my bet is on Empire
Hots, but I will make sure to document each place just to make sure.
6-6-03
Today I filed a report with the
police over my stolen cd player. When I
first went to the police station, I pulled opened the door and walked in. But to my surprise the door just kept
opening, after I let go. I didn’t think
I had put that much force into it, so I grabbed on and tried gently to stop it
from moving forward. But it pushed on
open until it was all the way extended 90 degrees. Then I realized it was a handicapped door with an electric motor
plugged into it somewhere. At any rate,
I sat in the reception room for 20 minutes and then had to go back to work
because the officer never showed up.
Then I went back after work and tried again, this time they brought me
in to a little “interview room” and asked me questions and filed my
report. It was more exciting if you
were there.
At work this afternoon I went
inside to get a drink of water with my co-workers. We were fine until some smart-alec teacher walks up to us and
starts throwing a tantrum because we don’t have ID badges. I guess the fact that we were wearing dirty
clothes and we were covered with grass and we had been sitting in the front of
the building pulling weeds for the last half hour didn’t prove to her that we
worked for the school district. I know
if I saw people outside weeding my place of work, of course the first thing I
would think of is that they must be doing it for kicks. Who wouldn’t want to go around weeding and
maintaining someone else’s property for fun?
Idiot. She starts threatening to
call the police and starts ranting to the secretary who let us in. I felt it was necessary to interject at this
point to inform her that I had not been hassled in any other school building I
had walked into this week (probably because they were observant enough to
realize that I’m just weedwhacking, not planting bombs or kidnapping
children). This is too much for her.
“WELL THAT MAKES ME FEEL LIKE MY CHILDREN ARE SAFE! REAL SAFE, REAL SAFE! I
can’t believe they are just letting strangers walk around in the school
buildings like you!” I wanted to punch
her right in her squat little blonde head.
Greg was playing the peacemaker, promising them that we would get badges
from our boss etc. but I wasn’t going to be nice, so it was lucky for them he
was.
Fortunately for State Road
school, the principal came out later on her own accord and apologized for the
teacher’s “overzealous” defensiveness.
So that was nice. But that
teacher herself owes an apology and until I get it, she goes on the Chris
Austin’s most disliked people list, taking the lead above President
Chamberlain.
6-4-03
Summer is finally upon us.
It is raining now in the suburb
known as Webster, N.Y. Raining
hard. All I can hear right now is rain
hitting the top of my house. And as
soon as it began, it is now over.
Summer break officially started
for me about 5 days ago, when I finished my final exam and picked up Renata in
Syracuse so we could spend some of the weekend together before she went back to
Chicago. It was a good weekend.
But then, Monday came and summer
became annoying. I forgot how annoying
weedwhacking can really be, when you have done nothing but weedwhack for 6-8
hours 3 days straight. And what is
worse is that there is no end in sight.
There are plenty more schools with plenty more tall grass that is out of
reach of the mowers, but not out of reach of our obnoxious gas-guzzling
weedwhackers. And the grass just keeps
growing. Webster Central Schools spent
a total of $162 on the weedwhacking of just one school Monday. But I guess that’s how I get paid so I
shouldn’t complain.
Today, a most unfortunate event
happened. Or I should say last night an
unfortunate event happened. I walk out
to my car this morning to find the door wide open. I had left it unlocked but not open. So I sit down and get ready to start the car when I notice that,
oh, my CD player had been jacked. The
panel was on the floor, my glove compartment opened with papers scattered, the
interior light ripped out of its socket, and a rack of CD’s and my player were
no longer enjoying the comfort of my Neon.
The fact is, someone came to our
safe, friendly neighborhood and took my player. And my Dad’s player. And
probably another 2,3,4,5 from the rest of our street. If, per chance, I ran into the jerk who stole our stuff, I cannot
guarantee would have a very Christian attitude about me. I guess we will have to wait and see.
This was a bit much after days
of non-stop weedwhacking. I can only
wait for what comforts tomorrow’s day of summer can bring.
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