stability

looks like i should have stuck with the job that doesnt necessarilly make you massive amount of money, but a jobs a job. life lesson learned : never leave stable employment for a better oppurtunity in times like this. shit is fuckin rough. time for some different job experience under my belt, i must say, its pretty impressive at the moment anyways

so long, farewell, until we meet again (NEVER)

This is my Bon' voyage. my last hurrah. I have found better employment, which will hopefully lead to a career, and way better pay automatically. Working at a gas station taught me one thing, patience. Deal with the fucking assholes, pricks, lowlifes, alcoholics, druggies, and scavengers in a nice and decent matter. dont break your cool. But better realize if shit went the wrong way, that could have been you too. Street knowledge is what a gas station really teaches you, and it was well learned. Thank you gas station on the corner, I have learned many life lessons, but hopefully it is the last time I ever speak with you again

A small reminder

Working at a gas station reminds me of how badly I need to get my degree so I never end up at one permanently. Overload on classes to get it by summer? yes please.

Lotto fever

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Another day in paradise

I hope you noticed the sarcasm. Another day of boring routine. Wake up, coffee, a couple hours of downtime, work, same next day, and the next, and the next, and the next times 3. watching the clock tick tock away time in my life when I could be out exploring the city and wildlife. Hell why lie, watching the clock simply tick away downtime. Summertime use to be all about pools, bicycle rides, skateboarding, barbeques, and the ice cream man. Now its simply about bills, work, thinking about how the hell your gonna afford the next quarter of the underfunded university system, and drinking excessively when possible. Hello there early 20s, you've never seemed so dull.

Holy Fucking Shit

It turns out even a man of god enjoys his Bud Light 24 ounce tall cans. He came in full rob and cross around his neck and all. I geuss if Jesus were alive he would probably have a tall can of BL smooth, but it would be way awesome if he drank malt liqour.

You wouldn't guess

You wouldn't guess some of the good deeds people do when you first encounter them. This guy comes in everyday, gets 2 dasanis (sometimes a powerade), 2 packs of nitro 2 go energy pills, and a pack of marlboro menthols. construction worker? young kid? doctor? none of the above. He grows vegetables and feeds them to the homeless every day. rightous guy. Quote of the day from a lotto customer "Don't worry, if i win ill remember you. And the key is for you to control the money, and don't let it control you."

Modern day constructionist

They come in. Every day. Literally. Usually around 11 to get their tall can of espresso (sarcasm) and a pack of marlboro reds. God save these people, because they are doing all the shit the modern day man is in despise of. Respect to the modern day construction worker, you work your fucking ass off, and deserve more pay. period.

Another day in the life

"Hey how ya doin today?" I asked her as I ask everyone as they walk in. Usually I get a quick response of "good and yourself?" or even occasionally an honest "bad", but she's the oddball. She walks up to the counter, sets her purse down, stares into it, spends roughly a minute looking for her wallet, and then says "I'm good". It's the usual for her. 5 on 5. That's exactly what it is everytime. She wants a receipt at first, to show she put five on it, then another receipt to show the exact gallons that the five dollars pumped. The reason? OCD? I couldn't tell you. Then after a few times of helping her, she comes in again. This time with a pamphlet. She says "you look like a smart boy (why thank you for calling me a boy)" and hands me a pamphlet with a family running through a field on the back which looks to be the appocalypse behind them. It simply says "How can you survive the end of the world?" on the bottom. She then walks out and says "read it, and I'll talk to you soon". It was a Jehovahs Witness flyer. Really? I'm working whack job, I don't need to get recruited while I'm watching the clock move a second at a time waiting for my replacement to come in. I toss the pamphlet, but not without letting it sit on the counter for a little and watching the peoples reactions as they see it. Funny part is, she comes in at least once a week and has not mentioned it since. What the hell is this paranoia every religion preys on now? End note.

Introduction

Wanna see crazy shit and have random people give you their life stories? Work at a gas station.