the walking dead

Every morning as I drive to work I pass the airport on my left, and every morning as I sit in traffic waiting for the toll light to change on the overpass with all the other rats in the race, I look over and see the luggage being loaded into the Hawaii Air jet. It sits there on the tarmac and taunts me. It mocks me. Not that I need to go to hawaii at any one point in my life, but just what it represents. While I’m in my car going to my job, somebody is in a terminal, ticket in hand, ready to fly off for the time of their life. Yay for them! Boo for me!

Anyways I interviewed last week and said all the normal shit that one says when they’re trying to impress bitches enough to make them believe you’re the one. I fooled my current employer enough for them to keep me 6 years, i hope I can fool another one enough to get a fatter paycheck and free lunches. Anyways I must be a good bullshitter cuz I thought they were gonna hire me on the spot. Either that or I have seriously lost the ability to read a motherfucker. Anyways if I get this offer I might take it. It would allow me maximum laziness. The commuter train station is across the street from my house and stops in the parking lot of this company. How sweet is that. At least I won’t have to look at the fucking Hawaiian Air jet any more.

I also talked to one of my old bosses about going over to his company. I might do that too. I don’t know. My job has been sucking and people are jumping ship like rats on the titanic. Some of the people i work with are fucking wack. Too bad I don’t have the time to go into it tonight. maybe tomorrow night.

My wife is asleep on the couch with that documentary about Daniel Johnston on the Tele. What the fuck was wrong with that guy? Poor bastard.