polyphony.

miss me?

don't even lie, you focking liar.

you know you ain't miss me.


anyway.
i been working. and coming home and sleeping.
and waking up and going to work. lol all you working fucks are like, "so?"

but you see, i had forgotten.

PLUS. i'm getting up at 6am.

getting home at 6pm. it's all so wrong.

anyways, work is whatever.
it's not so bad, once i'm finally up, i'm kind of eager to get there. early even. i finally started getting some real responsibility there. obviously, with more responsibility comes pressure... and i guess i'm handling it admirably.

you see, i've got an impatient smartass busybody as the guy i directly report to. on top of that, i have an 86 y/o crotchety man as the final boss like king koopa(you lose cool points if you don't get that reference).
but yeah.
that's an ill combination.
my final boss like dr. robotnik (points plus if you get this one), named george chaby, owns this business. they sell umbrellas. random ass market, but they sell LOTS of umbrellas.

case in point: he drives a white mercedes s500 to work and sits in the office until 2pm, chats with various buyers about the weather and how he forgot to take his pills, calls up a local club and tells them they need to install a railing, takes some phone calls, etc. it's one of those behind the scenes businesses that flourishes with out even making a squeak. 6 billion + people in the world. nobody who doesnt need an umbrella i guess.

except those in southern california. but even that may change.

anyway... that's my final boss like M.Bison. if you're a 90s kid you'd better that reference. or else. death.
my UNDERboss like skinny joey merlino, however, is a cat named Jose. ha! jose and joey.
but yeah... jose is a smartmouth that has already managed to piss me off a few times... and it's crazy, everyone else there just deals with his quips. he talks to everybody like they are 7. condescending ass bastard... he even shut up mr.chaby today. i was like damn...

and yo.

cats who know me well know that i will a give a slick mouthed fucker a walk on the wildside if they wanna go toe to toe with me wits wise.

(say that 10 times fast)

and i'm trying to be nice, and suck it up, but i dont let people talk to me like i'm dumb. because i have a dormant superiority complex that flexes its muscle when it comes to intelligence, and who posesses more. so yeah, we can go there. jose's no idiot, but jose's no david. so he needs to pipe that shit down.

but he continued. so, i started talking to him like that.
he leaned up offa me as the day went on. but THEN!!!

mr.chaby starts taking issue with the fact that i've been stretching alot. he thinks i am acting bored. so i'm printing out a packing slip for a drop shipment, and i see chaby and jose outside the office, talking... mr.chaby in a heated manner, gesturing, making stretching movements... i'm like, no this crusty fuck isn't. so i contemplate confronting the both of them as they discuss me.

i mean, i'm stretching because i'm tight. i work out unlike your decrepit ass. i hit the WEIGHTS last night and my muscles are a bit sore. ease the fuck up.

but i'm like no, i'll let it slide... i don't even know if he's talking about me.
but you KNOW a motherfucker was!

so as chaby's leaving, jose calls me out and we conference outside of the office... chaby's all nice about it, "i want you to be a part of the company, etc, yadda yadda, if you're tired, go take a walk, get up, dont just sit there and be bored... we like you etc"

man i never wanna be up that close on an 86y/old white man again. 'specially one that smoke(s/d) and drinks coffee... looked like death was welcoming me to hell.

so whatever, now i'm pissed. i can only be as busy as the work i am given to do. i aint get hired to sweep the fucking floor, and i certainly don't make enough to help the guys out in the warehouse move shit around.

so holla.

i relieved some stress by tradin quips with jose... he makes this dumb sound, sorta like "ticky ticky ticky" whenever he reviewed something i did. i'ma start saying that shit in question form when i hand him something from now on.

"ticky ticky ...ticky?

what the fuck kind of nervous tick is that. blink hard or something. don't say dumb shit.
anyway...

it's gonna be interesting, to say the least.
i'm just tryna see the weekend, then finally, my check.
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this whole day, the opportunity to see someone i got a lil feelins for was twistin up knots in my gut. i'm strugglin over here, man... it's purely the closeness. bein able to hang out with somebody, and laugh, and maybe kiss or something. sex is great, but that's backburner like a motherfucker.

i'm maintaining though.
barely.

it's eating a hole in my chest.

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i have no money.
these fucks don't pay me until the 10th.
i nibbled on a big ass apple fritter all day today.
i need money for a transpass next week.

good night.