End of Sumner!!!

            Labor Day has come and gone!  Foremost this is the functioning meaning that SUMMER IS DEAD!!!  Don’t worry; like any other bitch, she’ll back.  Yet, I’m part of the mentality that summer is from Memorial-Labor Day.  Nothing much of “warm weather” fun is really to be had too well outside that window.  Most county fairs, church festivals, and any self-respecting grad party is WELL within this period. More-or-less.

My Labor Day was……….really… just another day.  I had my home boy JThudd over Friday into Sunday. We gamed and watched random this or than nostalgia vid on YouTube; Saturday he wanted to hit a game store, so we went to Replay in Monroe.  Then I decided to go to Ann Arbor; had heard word of more game stores there.  It was a bust; I mean we did hit a local Coney Island for some “goooo’ food,” and walked the mall there [he got some new kicks].

Aside from that, I did FUCKALL!!! 

Hung out, gamed it up, watched some movies, grilled for the house Monday.  I can now, OFFICIALLY, state that I have seen ALL three “Bill and Ted” movies.  I knew I had seen the first, couldn’t remember if I had seen the second, and …well the third just came out so there you have it!  They are ALL CLASICS BTW!!!

Monday I grilled the rack of ribs that Charles got; did them simple: sea salt, black pepper, garlic and onion powder.  Low n’ slow over them sweet char coals…so good.

Aside from all THAT; NOT A FUCKING THING!!!

Summer has been, I’d guess, ‘bout the same as anyone else’s…void of what we needed, ‘cause of some dumbass death note.  FOO!!!!!

I’ve been ok. Nothing I can really state, of avarice, empathy for the win.

Approaching the one-year anniversary at 2J Supply.  Still some what hard to believe.  I mean I gave up what I KNEW would pay the life I was living for…what I wasn’t sure; I mean I knew the wage I NEEDED and I damn well ASKED for it…(sigh).  So glad I said yes.  I’ll definitely delve into ALL THAT has been 2J’s and the change of life and career [FUCK!!! Did I just say THAT?!]

Until the Fourteenth of Octobre, Two-Thousand and Twenty.

This Monkey is OUT!!

Now 33

Another Time Around the Sun

            Well here I am, another year older.  YES, I DO FUCKING FEEL IT!  Shit sucks… I remember being able to go long nights living off pizza and Dr. Pepper.  Other day I did that, barely made it through Monday, and then subsequently was in bed by 7:30p…didn’t even stop for dinner; mainly I wasn’t too hungry that day.  Oh, and I don’t have enough fingers n’ toes to count how many times my left knee pops on me throughout a given day.  I just pivot, POP, shit hurts when you’re not ready for it.  Oh, and my left elbow is fucked up; fairly sure I strong armed something I shouldn’t have, and it’s just not had the full time to heal back.  Moral of the story, I need a Trip-Eight chassis…I got friends that can do the software.

            I have made “some” progress this year.  As you know I have a day job; finally.  “Day job” meaning that I work 40 per week with weekends off; well 40 when it’s the slow season, rest of the year is 45 minimum.

THAT gets me into the job and “The Man-in-Charge!!!!!”

So, first point; I’ll continue about the overtime.  I asked about if O.T. was a thing in the interview; “No, Not really.”  Well the day starts at 730a, and end at 430p; we get [IF EVER FUCKING ABLE] an hour lunch…do the math there!  TO BOOT!  This past week, he had me and the rook [so there are only five of us in the store: Boss Man; J.O.; T.K.; J.W. (the rookie; as in he’s the newest; but he knows Boss Man from a time before) and THIS MONKEY] come in at SIX FUCKING THIRTY A.M. Thursday and Friday. You know, because J.O. was on vacay.  For the week…by the way…I have 1.5 hours of lunch… FUUUUUUUCK!!!! Friday was…. like….ALL OVERTIME!!!!!  

        To solidify how much of a slave driver The Boss Man is let me lay it out for you.  This bastard, has, ON SEVERAL OCCASIONS, bought us [the crew] lunch.  He has also, given little fight against us needing time off needing to leave early for an appointment or function.  FOR ANOTHER POINT OF NOTE!!!  This past week; as I decide to take a lunch I wasn’t going to because I had some things to get from Costco; The Boss Man hands me the company card, says “here get some [paper] towels. I won’t dock you for lunch.”  WHAT, THE ACTUAL FUCK!!!  

        …OH WAIT, THERE’S MORE!!!!!  I’ve been there for right near eight months now and this guy has the nerve to give me a raise.  I told him: Your bribe has been accepted and approved, however it will in no way be prejudicial to the work ethics that have been solidified over the course of my employment. I.E.: Thanks for the scratch, but I ain’t working any harder.  I mean why should I care if he isn’t going to.  Then there’s just all the heavy lifting and forklifting of stupid ass equipment, awkward ass boxes, and bullshit pallets…#HVACsupplylife #warehousefun #FML.

            Had a party for the birthday. Went as well as I could have hoped for.  Had some good friends over and grilled some dogs and burgers.  Cake was had. Drinks, laughs, chillaxin’.  I also got to see my aunt that lives in Texas, been years since that’s happened.  It was good; cannot complain.

            Only other thing of note is that I have new bed.  Which broke [the box] within the month of having it.  I sat on the end of the bed and SNAP!  It’s fixed, that was something I never thought I’d have to deal with, like ever.  And my dad hooked me up on some metal supports for the frame so that it won’t EVER happen again.

            Welp, (raises drink in air) here’s to thirty-three!

A PRE-SPRING RANT!

To start this shit, it took too many button clicks to get the damn title where I wanted it!!  YEA! That’s how things have been going in a nutshell.  More or less.

Do I start with bitching about work?  The fact that I can’t even keep up content on this blog; including but not limited to: journals (as about all I’ve done), or posting something cool (like my favorite Disney princess or dream gun list).  There are so many writing projects that I want to do; from collaborations on the next working in a certain title or diving down the big hole and stating the hard work on a larger project.

Should I start screaming that the coming weekend looks “Oh, so lonely!” because all my broski’s are working?  I mean, TRUST ME, I am happy there are working; several of them have been out of work and/or getting bounced around from jobs because after being hired they don’t have the desired skill sets.  Yes, you read that LAST part RIGHT!  I was so hoping to have a reset weekend; i.e. party like it’s 1999!  But whatever; I got me and that’s all a man needs……..RIGHT?!   FAQ!

Work is work. It’s the mild season; i.e. things are slow but rolling.  I’m getting my forty; but some of it has been counting inventory, every man’s dream.  Some days have had been all delivery: as the last at time of this writing.  Wauseon, (ware)House, SO MUCH!!, Wauseon, Liberty Center, House, Northwood, House, DONE!  Not a HARD day, save for the fact the Liberty Center order FILLED MY VAN!!!  Work is good, just been annoying.  New guy in the house!  Small world note about him; he was the Boss Man’s coach back in high school (but don’t quote me on that).  The new guy is a good bloke, get alone and seems to be learning what he needs to work the counter (his position).

And as for the pursuit of love, romance, or whatever you care to call it; DONE!
Not that I was ever BACK in the game.  I had sworn it off some decade ago and again and for final a few years ago.  But like I’ve said I had a date on N.Y.E.  There was all the stuff that lead up and thru [X], and what was after everything was finally said and done [Z].  I still have no fucking clue [Y].  I haven’t sent or received anything in about a month now.  And I really don’t care about it.  Like I’ve said I should have expected it all to fail; and yet again I’m telling myself, “I told you so.”  Done.  Over it.  NEVER LOOKING AT ANY OF IT AGAIN!!!!! Sorry Mom and Dad, grand kids are going to have to be up to my sister; I QUIT!!!!!

Aside from all the other standard bullshit of I don’t know how to save money; things are kosher.  Bills are paid, funz are being had, and family is well.  Only things on the horizon for me is hanging with whatever friends I can as I can, and some video games that I’ve been waiting on since I first knew they were a thing. 

I think that about covers it all.  Next project is the blog about my favorite Disney princess; don’t lie EVERYONE has one!  And trying to find someone to co-op a “Salid Tail” with.  And just live this life yo.

State of the Monkey 2020 Edition

            Where should I even begin?  So much to say for a Christmas card.  Holiday talk could fill one of these alone.  And then there’s what I did for New Year’s Eve that could fill a full blog itself too.  I mean all the things and then none of them. 

            Ok, fine. I’ll go through all of them; one by one.  Be ready for a long one here.  And be ready to see in my head a bit; see what I think about and how I don’t deal with it.  You’ve been warned.

            First thing first.  I was sick for most the holiday week.  Sinus infection starting Sunday 12/22 and beat me through the week.  I saw the doc on that Monday, new I needed to get on get something and start fighting back or it was going to be a even more miserable holiday.  I was so miserable Christmas eve, that the boss sent me home after two hours into the half day.  I sat down for a water break; he looked at me, “You look like some beat your ass.”  Yea, I’m sick tends to be the case.  He told me to go home and that he’d punch me put at noon.  This was the third year running now that I’ve been miserably sick for Christmas.

            The holidays being in the middle of the week made things weird.  Made the weeks seem longer but in a short way.  BOO MONDAY!  WOO WEEKEND! BOO WORK. WOO WEEKEND FOR REAL! Then work was further tossed around with the boss and one of our counter guys being gone for a week or days through all of it.  So, yea and good ol’ J.O. to hold the place down.  OH! AND THEN THERE’S MY BONER OF A FUCK UP!!!!! During the week that the boss was away; I had to make deliveries using the box truck.  Nothing out of the ordinary; but I had not driven said truck in a good three weeks or so.  Where may I be going with this story; I FUCKED the garage door!  There was no warm up, I ran through it.  I thought it was all the way up; I swear it was up…nope!  Boss’s response: So, are we calling you Wreck it Ralph now?

            Tres: I HAD A DATE!

            For most, this sounds like nothing.  But for me; who has been single for a FUCKING DECADE!!!!! This is a bit of a big deal.  Not only was it a date; but it was on New Year’s Eve.  So, there are…certain hope and wants to have.  Such as drinks throughout the night, and then bringing in the next year with a kiss.  Well there is so much to talk about this WHOLE thing.  The girl is someone that I have been friends with for about 6 years.  I held a hand of card, so to speak; but I never played the hand.  Well, after, another long story, shall we say. We reconnected more, and things sparked, I guess.  I DID in FACT make HER, ASK ME!!! I wasn’t looking, and past experiences left a VERY bad taste for the whole pursuit of romance or love.  The date went well; save for all the drank.  She had me over to her place and made dinner.  IT WAS SO GOOD; but also, lots of sticky foods.  Sticky meaning that I had acid reflux/indigestion for much of the night, which turned me off from adding booze in a new setting.  I did get a new year’s kiss so cannot complain at all.  Date one was a success; date will follow whenever it can.  We both have lives and commitments; so not rush on anything at all.  And I think that that’s going to be the best thing about this.

            AND ANOTHER THING! Well all in all for the holidays; with work stress and life stress and this or that.  I may or may not have gotten into some trouble.  Nothing legal or serious in anyway; but some trouble.  I have this great ability to overthink things and run scenarios ion my head that WILL never happen.  I put myself in a tizzy with ease and I’m never good at dealing with the aftermath AT ALL!  Things are ok now.  I’ve done a reset on with a dry month and lots of self-thought on better ways to deal with my own mind and what it wants to do to me. 

            Aside from all that shiznitz; nothing to report.  Day to day is just THAT; SSDD.  Which is ok I can deal with that.  Goals to state is just keep being me and chatting with my boo every day; or at least send her a morning greeting message.  I’m going to try to get off my lazy ass and work Lyft a bit more, I need to pay off the mattress that’s been on layaway for a good year now; and I want to pay off my credit card.  I also need a knew phone, running with a Samsung G7, it’s starting to show signs hardcore (battery mainly).  And then I need to get some money saved for emergencies or whatever I want/need it for.

            Biggest goal I have is to write more.  I know I say this all the damn time.  I’ll start a project, work hard through it for a period, then get lazy and fall off for a good month.  Definitely need to not do that.  I have this blog and I get more and more ideas for spouting off every day; the world we live in is… (blinks heavy) YEAH!  I’m going to start sourcing materials and time for a much larger writing project that I’ve been sitting on for a ling time.  It is a fanfiction, by definition, but I think that the story I’m looking to tell in the world that it is set will interest most everyone. I also still need to format my damn play and aim for publication for that. So many things.

            [Raise glass of scotch] Here’s to 2020!!!!