Stay Out My Business

There's a saying in the streets - "Snitches get stitches."  That's really how I feel right now.  Over the past 2 weeks, someone has seen fit to put my business on blast at my fast food job.  First of all, someone decided to tell our above store manager that my girlfriend and I are actually dating.  Yea, I know that sounds crazy.  You have to remember:  1) I don't put my personal business out in the open and 2) my above store manager doesn't/didn't know about my divorce.  My store manager came to me and said her boss had been made aware of my relationship.  My manager told me to keep things professional and hopefully nothing further would come from the situation.  Ok.  That's problem number one.  Problem number two.  Someone decided to again go to my above store manager (amazing how these motherfuckers can't talk to me or at least my store manager) and bring up the fact that my daughter and I worked at the same store.  What fucking difference does it make?  It's not like we work together often.  Based on our schedules, my daughter and I may have worked together 3-4 times total.  However, in order to cover his ass, my above store manager said something to my manager.  Now there's a chance my daughter may be getting transferred.  I really want to put my foot in this snitch's ass. 

2020 Goal

I have a goal in mind for 2020.  I've shared my goal with a couple of people and have gotten mixed feedback.  I want to take my mom somewhere on a vacation next year.  With all my hard work, I'm hoping to have more money to spend on things I want besides bills.  That being said, I want to do something nice for mom to let her know how much I appreciate all she has ever done for me.  Now that I think about it, I am going to take her on vacation.  Even if it means, bills don't get paid.  As mom would say, "it ain't gonna put me no closer to the soup line." 

Fix It Or Get Another

My truck is starting to show it's age and I'm torn about what to do.  It's a 2011 model so it's not super old but she's no spring chicken either.  A variety of things have happened to make me question whether I should keep the truck or get another.  Back in August, I was taking my daughter to work and the truck actually overheated.  I had to pull over on the side of the road in 5 o'clock traffic and wait for the engine to cool down.  I can't run the air conditioner for fear of the vehicle overheating.  Something is wrong with the driver's side window and I can't let it down.  I need a set of tires.  I need to get the brakes done because they are starting to squeak.  I need to have the shocks and struts replaced.  I've also been told the rear control arms need work.  All in all, that seems like a lot of money to invest in an 8 year old car.  I've learned in the past that when you start putting more into the car than what it's worth, it's time to move on.  Barring any major problems, I should be able to pay it off at tax time next year.  At that point in time, I would only have to worry about maintenance and insurance.  On the flip side, I could look into getting another vehicle but that would stick me with another car payment for five or more years.  I'm still undecided which option to take.  I'm still not sure if I should fix it or get another.

If I was an Asshole

I have officially been divorced for 9 months.  Life is going good.  I'm working my ass off trying to get myself to a better place.  Things between my ex wife and I are good.  She gets her child support money each month thanks to the nice people at the Department of Human Services.  Additionally, if she needs anything extra, she'll text or call me.  This is where the asshole part comes in.  Yes, I know in the divorce papers, it says I have to help with expenses related to the kids.  I'm cool with that.  But if I was an asshole about it, I wouldn't give her money every time she asks, especially when the reason is not directly related to my children. 

Fedex almost bought me a truck

A couple of weeks ago I was almost in a serious car accident.  I had made a stop at a gas station at the corner of an intersection.  I pulled out of a gas station onto the road.  This particular road (highway actually) has 5 lanes, two going north, two going south and a turn lane.  I needed to go south so I had to cross the 2 north lanes and the turn lane.  As I was crossing the turn lane I was almost hit by a FedEx truck going north in the southbound lane.  The only thing I can think of is the driver must have pulled out from the parking lot of an abandoned store on the corner was trying to avoid going through the light.  Luckily I saw the vehicle in time and we both slammed our brakes and swerved to avoid collision.  No collision.  He kept driving and so did I.  Thank God I was in the band and have that good peripheral vision at times.  Otherwise, FedEx would be taking care of me for the rest of my life. 

Dayum she look sexy but....

I was at a gas station the other day and this gorgeous young lady walked in.  Looked like she could be a model or in the entertainment business.  First glance, she appeared to be flawless.  Then she opened her mouth and asked the cashier for a black.  Hold up.  Pump da brakes.  Immediate turn off.  One thing I don't like is a female who smokes.  So yea, she looked sexy as hell but the ashtray mouth was a killer for me.

I Lost an Argument with a Box Cutter

I learned why following safety rules can be so important in life.  I was helping out at another retail pharmacy location in August.  I was trying to remove a fixture which was attached to a metal shelf with plastic screws.  Normally simply tugging on the fixture will pull the screw out.  Unfortunately, I encountered one persistent screw which would not budge.  Being the smart person that I am, I went to my truck and got my box cutter.  While holding the fixture with my left hand, I tried to cut the plastic screw.  I cut the screw along with the tip of my left thumb.  Took off most of the extended part of the fingernail and about a sixteenth of the actual meat of my thumb.  I spent 4 hours in the ER that night and had surgery a few days later to repair my thumb.  The amount I cut was not enough to be reattached so the plastic surgeon did a procedure where he cut a V into my thumb, pulled the skin to cover the open wound and stitched it back together.  I've been wearing gauze pads and bandages since then as the wound heals.  So when people see my covered finger and ask what happened my reply is, I lost an argument with a box cutter. 

Has it really been 2 months?

I can't believe it has been 2 months since my last post.  I told myself I was going to do better and post more.  A lot has happened in the last 2 months and I'm sure I'm not going to remember everything.  Guess I'll post what comes to mind and make it do what it do.