[Jeremy]

I have been following Jeremy for quite some time and am still disappointed he has yet to join a far-right wing terrorist network of some kind.

You'll probably stay disappointed for a long time then, not sure what to tell you. Not everybody who thinks Trump isn't literally the devil is a criminal, regardless of what CNN told you.

[Jeremy]

8/18

I slept in until a little after ten and had some generic cheerios, which weren't too bad. I read a bit more of the book I'm reading and sent out a few more applications, but I couldn't really stay focused. It felt like my day off was slipping away, but I couldn't think of anything I really wanted to do. I'd apply for a job or read a few pages of a book, then spend maybe fifteen minutes playing a game before pausing it. Eventually I thought taking a nap might give me some motivation, but I couldn't fall asleep. Taking a shower didn't help either. By then it was about 4:30 so I decided to get Panda Express. 

I was pretty bored when I got back and was still waiting to hear back on the applications I'd sent out, so I decided to have some beers and scrolled my phone. I had been in my room with my headphones on for a while when I realized I hadn't heard anyone else in the apartment. I salvaged the day just a bit by watching one of the recent Mission Impossible movies, which are always pretty good.  

8/19

I could smell alcohol on Will's breath again. He spent the whole day hiding in his office. When I left he was still in there and refused to let me in. I was kind of worried about him but didn't want to upset him and risk the reference, so I left. 

For lunch I just went to Subway and got an Italian. It was better than average, but the construction was kind of sloppy. I think the employee who made it was still frazzled from the lady before me who argued with him about the cheese and the toppings. He put the correct number of slices on (I've been here enough to know), but she wanted to know if "that's the normal amount." He said yes, and she said she remembered getting twice that amount last time. He told her that she may have ordered one of the newer subs that come with double cheese, but she insisted she always orders the same sandwich. The guy added two more slices to get her to calm down, but she demanded two more and asked to speak to the manager. The manager was out and the other employee was new, so she had to settle for demanding extra of every ingredient besides the lettuce. 

When I got home I fired up Cyberpunk, but it wasn't hitting the way I was hoping it would. Long story short I wound up watching a movie with Ethan, although fortunately Mackenzie wasn't there. It was a newer movie called the Book of Life that started off as a typical indie Oscar-bait drama, but out of nowhere switched to a PBS documentary about evolution. Eventually it cut back to the family from the beginning when they were younger, which was what the movie was actually about. I'm really sick of video games and movies doing whatever this is called. They sandwich the good stuff between intentionally bad filler so that the good stuff feels even better. If they're really good at it, which this movie was, they make the filler unrelated to the rest of it so that you subconsciously don't even associate it with the important part. Once it got to the main part though, I thought the movie wasn't too bad. It was kind of pretentious but not enough to ruin it, which is what Mackenzie did. She sort of half fell through the door with about fifty minutes left and shuffled to where Ethan was sitting without even shutting the door. Ethan tried to scoot out from under her to shut the door but wasn't quite able to, so he tapped her shoulder. She said "Oh, sorry" and moved to the side. I tried to focus on the movie again, but they started whispering about their day and what happened so far in the movie for a solid five minutes. In the end I started browsing my phone because there was no point in trying to pay attention. Ethan said he thought it deserved three and a half stars, whatever that means, and Mackenzie said she thought it was "kind of...retrograde." I could tell Ethan was going to agree with her so she'd shut up but before he could I asked what she meant, which made Ethan glare at me. She said it felt like a movie from the 1940s and wasn't "relevant anymore." Ethan told her "the first half put it in a different context," which got her to shut up.

[Jeremy]

8/20

I woke up from a dream, but I don't remember what it was about. I still had about thirty minutes before I had to go to work, so I decided to apply for more jobs. Just as I thought I'd finished an application to be a waiter, the website asked me to take one of those annoying personality tests. It was 70 questions long and I didn't have time for that, so I tried to apply for a plumbing job instead. This one's quiz only had ten questions, but you had to sit through a 2-3 minute long video before each. I thought maybe the third one (at the post office) would be the charm, but the wifi dropped just as I was starting. Once I logged back on I realized I didn't have time to finish it, so I cut my losses and left with enough time to grab a Monster Java. Luckily the convenience store where I bought it had vanilla in stock, which it only does about half the time. 

They've already started sending some of the titles back to the warehouse, which is sad to see. The store looked pretty empty and only a dozen or so customers walked in all day. Only a few bought something. Will left at like 10 and I'm pretty sure the can I saw him drinking in his car was some kind of beer. It's also been a while since Monique came by, so I think he might be having some trouble on the homefront, too. I've never been his biggest fan but it's hard to watch him go through this. When he took over our store and introduced himself he made a big point of the fact he had worked his way up from associate. But I guess if he did it once he'll be able to do it again. 

While I was vaping outback towards the end of my lunch break, Kurt yelled something without looking at me. I figured he was on the phone or something, but then he said "Jeremy, y'all closing?" When I said we were he asked if I could "hook him up," which I couldn't make sense of, so I asked what he meant. He chucked his cigarette at the pavement and told me to calm down because he was "just messing with me." I said you're fine, but once he went inside it dawned on me. 

Ethan and Mackenzie left to get dinner and turned the TV off. I was tired of being in my room and wanted to make something for dinner, so I turned on the news and started boiling some ramen. I didn't really care about the news, but I wasn't sure what I wanted to watch yet and needed the TV to be on so I could point out they had shut it off without being a hypocrite. None of the stories were new or exciting. Even the Hunter Biden stuff is boring by now. In the end I rewatched Rogue One, which was meh, and Ethan and Mackenzie never came home. If I had known they weren't coming back I probably would've watched a movie I could get more invested in.

[Jeremy]

8/21

I woke up to the good news that I had an interview request, but then I saw it was as a pizza delivery guy, which was maybe the job I was least interested in out of all of them. I scheduled a time for tomorrow anyway, as they say beggars can't be choosers. Nothing else interesting happened. Will didn't even seem to be drunk and Ethan and Mackenzie were nowhere to be seen for a second night in a row.

[nex]

I know I will probably be dead before I am 30. I already feel older even than my parents, professors and friends, and I still have 10 years to pass. There is so little life to live in 10 whole years, at best it will be 10 years of learning to produce something that might transmit my name to posterity, at worst a slow decaying with the sole consolation and gratification of books. But even that depresses the soul, to read of what people my age did and have done, and for how long they are remembered, while I will most likely pass into oblivion, another nameless denizen of the modern era's bloated population. The registrar of history records the names of the true dwellers of heaven, to whom God has granted immortality in the shape of lasting earthly remembrance. My name will not be on it, nor yours. The yoke lately placed on the world has wrought many evils, but no doubt the greatest is its depriving of the chance for immortality which every age but ours has bestowed on a young man. Would that I had been born a puritan in East Anglia, or a Norman in Languedoc after the Pope's proclamation of salvation for death in the holy war, or a vandal shipmaster after Gaiseric subdued Africa, or better yet a soldier in the train of Xenophon. Alas the sappers of energy have laid every chance at living, truly living that is, low and into dust. All is a black chasm, dead eyes, spiteful glances, swarthy skin, slighting remarks. Amidst all this decay I yearn for the boon of death, but fear it for the reasons above, what power can have made both death and life shameful and ignoble ? 

viventes enim sciunt se esse morituros mortui vero nihil amplius noverunt
neque habent ultra mercedem quia oblivioni tradita est memoria eorum.

For they living know they shall die, but the dead know nought more,
nor have they any further boon for their memory is cast to oblivion.

[Guest]

inb4 ethan/mckenzie murder-er/ed and amarna-forum.net becomes evidence in a gristly case

[Jeremy]

I know I will probably be dead before I am 30. I already feel older even than my parents, professors and friends, and I still have 10 years to pass. There is so little life to live in 10 whole years, at best it will be 10 years of learning to produce something that might transmit my name to posterity, at worst a slow decaying with the sole consolation and gratification of books. But even that depresses the soul, to read of what people my age did and have done, and for how long they are remembered, while I will most likely pass into oblivion, another nameless denizen of the modern era's bloated population. The registrar of history records the names of the true dwellers of heaven, to whom God has granted immortality in the shape of lasting earthly remembrance. My name will not be on it, nor yours. The yoke lately placed on the world has wrought many evils, but no doubt the greatest is its depriving of the chance for immortality which every age but ours has bestowed on a young man. Would that I had been born a puritan in East Anglia, or a Norman in Languedoc after the Pope's proclamation of salvation for death in the holy war, or a vandal shipmaster after Gaiseric subdued Africa, or better yet a soldier in the train of Xenophon. Alas the sappers of energy have laid every chance at living, truly living that is, low and into dust. All is a black chasm, dead eyes, spiteful glances, swarthy skin, slighting remarks. Amidst all this decay I yearn for the boon of death, but fear it for the reasons above, what power can have made both death and life shameful and ignoble ? 

viventes enim sciunt se esse morituros mortui vero nihil amplius noverunt
neque habent ultra mercedem quia oblivioni tradita est memoria eorum.

For they living know they shall die, but the dead know nought more,
nor have they any further boon for their memory is cast to oblivion.

Sorry to hear you feel this way, man. I wish there was more I could say.

[Jeremy]

inb4 ethan/mckenzie murder-er/ed and amarna-forum.net becomes evidence in a gristly case

Lol. Ethan's a good guy, I know I complain about him alot here but we're still good friends. I've never really understood what he saw in Mackenzie, but to each their own I guess.

[Jeremy]

8/22

I slept in until maybe 11 and read a bit more of the book. It's still more confusing than it needs to be but it's started to get more interesting. I feel like it could be easier to follow, but the author does do a good job of thinking through how the scifi technology would work in our world. After getting through a decent chunk I made a ham and cheese. I decided to add a pickle spear on the side because that's what restaurants do, but as I was carrying the plate to the couch the sandwich slid onto the pickle and got a bit soggy. It wasn't enough to ruin it, but it still felt like a lottery moment. 

The pizza delivery interview was at 3 and before I left I wanted to research the company a bit. Unfortunately there was basically nothing online besides their website, which just had their menu, phone number, and address. They had an "About Us" button, but it just redirected me to their homepage. Once I gave up I realized I hadn't thought about what I would wear, but figured a polo and khakis would be fine considering it's a bottom of the barrel job. When I arrived I realized even that was probably overdoing it, since everyone behind the counter was wearing t shirts and sweats and/or yoga pants. It was in a seedy strip mall, not the worst I've seen but definitely not the best either. After sitting at one of the tables for maybe fifteen minutes the manager finally came out and introduced himself as Rodge. He made a couple comments about how I was well dressed, then asked why I had applied. I told him I needed a job and thought I would be a good delivery driver, but he just scrunched his face a bit and typed something on his phone and asked why I thought I would be a good delivery driver. It was a really simple question, but I couldn't think of a good answer. It's too simple of a job to think about like that, and in the end I said that I know from experience how annoying a late or wrong delivery can be and would be really motivated to make sure that doesn't happen to anyone else, which didn't seem to impress him. He asked me some more questions about my hobbies and previous work experience that didn't seem too relevant before finally telling me to wait at the table and going back into his office to think it over or whatever. Eventually he came back and told me he me he was worried about my lack of experience but said he would give me a "trial period of employment." I asked what that meant and he said I would have to work at minimum wage and pass my tips to the company until I proved myself and wouldn't say how long that would take, so I told him I would think about it and started to scoot out of the booth. He got kind of mad and repeated "I give you an opportunity" and "I like you, Jeremy" three or four times, but I'd had enough.

I was pretty bummed that the interview went the way it did, which gave me motivation to apply for more jobs for maybe an hour. I was going to just play Cyberpunk but Patrick asked if I wanted to go to a brewery so I did that instead. As soon as I got out of my car I noticed Lisa was there as well, and while I don't have an issue with her like I do with Mackenzie but I was still pissed he didn't tell me she would be there. When she got up to use the restroom he told me he was sorry about it but she insisted on coming with him, which I understood. This didn't stop him from letting her dominate the entire conversation with boring work stories. The first one she told about this crackhead she helped get to rehab (she's some kind of social worker) was actually funny, which gave her the wrong idea because the rest sucked. She bitched about her coworkers a bit too, but you could tell she was exaggerating so we'd tell her how justified she was or whatever. Patrick was extra annoyed because he still hasn't found a job, despite having a college degree, but he did a decent job of hiding it. 

I woke up at like 2 am from a really fucked up dream. It started in some jungle where I was in some kind of tribe looking for food. Every bush I checked was out of berries and the animals all ran away whenever I got within stabbing range. When I got back to my village they were boiling someone I'd met but can't remember the name of in a pot and told me it was my turn to "add the vegetables," but I couldn't find any. Some naked woman told me to try digging, which I did. As I dug deeper and deeper it got darker and darker until I was sure I was about to die or something, but instead I woke up and had to piss. I know it's kind of a childish thing to say, but opening the bathroom door after a nightmare always creeps me out. 

8/23

On the way to work I noticed a tricked out Camaro and took a picture of it because it looked cool. A few miles later the same camaro cut me off, almost wrecked my car and then honked at me. I was going to delete the picture I took of it when I parked but I only had one minute left to clock in, so I just waited until my first break. Also Will was legitimately drunk when I said hi to him, I could smell the booze breath from several feet away and he was kind of stumbling around. Luckily he spent the rest of the day in his office again. We got a bit more traffic because of closing deals, but nothing like a busy day would be in the past. The other Jeremy was supposed to show up but apparently no-showed yesterday while I was out, so Joey filled in for him. He was a bit more alert today but still slower than you would expect for a twenty-seven year old who graduated high school. 

I was more hungry than usual when lunch rolled around, so I decided to get a footlong Cheesesteak from Subway, but the guy working there didn't tell me their toasting machine was broken until after he'd put the meat and cheese on. He said he'd forgot and that he was sorry, but it really felt like something a manager would force you to say so people wouldn't immediately walk out. In the end he replaced the philly steak with their cold cut combo, which I appreciated, although he did add too much mayonnaise and I had to wipe some of it off. 

While I was drinking a Ranger and vaping on the porch I noticed our neighbors had left a couple scratch-offs lying on top of each other beside theirs. It made me wonder if maybe thinking about life as a lottery is too narrow and if really there's multiple lotteries all happening at the same time, which would explain why it's hard to tell if some moments are a win or a loss. You could even say everything that happens is a lottery moment in its own way, but most aren't that important, like if they made scratch-offs that cost a penny and only let you win a dime at most or even made some for less than a penny. Maybe some of these would even have a one in a trillion chance of winning or losing serious money to keep things interesting. Like usual thinking about it too much made me feel kind of depressed, so I went back inside to grab another beer and play smash until I went to bed kind of early. I just want this week to be over so my new reality can really sink in.

[Hamamelis]

This is an elaborate type of fast food review.

[Jeremy]

8/24

I woke up at the usual time, had a quick bowl of cereal, and left for a work with a few minutes to spare including time to get a Monster. When I got about five minutes from my house I realized I'd remembered my vape but left the charge by my bed but figured I could just get a new one at the gas station since they're cheap. They had a self check-out so I didn't lose any time there, but when I got to my car I realized I'd left my phone where I put it on the kiosk when I checked out. There was a woman at the kiosk when I went back in, which meant there was no way to just grab it without looking like a perv. I asked her if I could just grab my phone, but she had airpods in and didn't hear me, so I tried half-yelling. She turned around and gave me the "just a second signal," and the next thing she did was scan her credit card so I just let it go. Of course, there was a line at the exit when I left which cost me another couple minutes and guaranteed I wouldn't make it on time. 

By the time I parked I was five minutes late, and by the time I clocked in I was probably seven or eight minutes late. I could tell Will had been drinking again, but he wasn't drunk either. Before I could even say anything he asked why I was late, so I told him. He said he was "disappointed in me," so I asked whether he was really going to give me a bad reference over this. He said he would have to think about it, because "it wasn't the first time." Without really thinking I shouted "Fuck you, Will!" and walked out of the store. After I got about halfway to my car I looked back and wondered whether I had made a mistake or if I should apologize, but a burned bridge is a burned bridge. I'm still not sure if it was worth it or not. 

When I got home I went for a walk and tried to take my mind off that morning, but all I could think about was how much I wanted to punch Will. I felt a little better than I otherwise would because I told him off, but the timing meant I still lost. If I had known it would come to this I would've quit when he told me he hadn't made up his mind about the reference and at least forced him to fill my last two weeks of shifts. The fact I only had one day left and was could've avoided it if I'd put my phone in my pocket instead of on the kiosk really rubbed it in. 

Later that night I left my room to heat up a hot pocket just as Ethan and Mackenzie were walking out the door, apparently to attend some party. It was being hosted by one of Mackenzie's fat friends so I didn't feel bad about not having anything to do. Without even heating up the hot pocket I grabbed another beer and sat down on the couch. The nice surprise of having the place to myself led me to realize I didn't have to work the next day, and the fact I was finally free of GameStop really sank in. It was nice to not even care if I found another job for a little bit.

[Guest]

I've never had suicidal ideations but if I had to lead a live this miserable and pathetic I would have painted the ceiling years ago. How is neetlife treating you? Better? Worse?

[Jeremy]

8/25

I forgot to turn off my work alarm and it woke me up right at 8, but I snoozed it a few times without really thinking. When I realized it was 8:20 I threw the sheets off and jumped out of bed, which is when I remembered I didn't have to go back to work. Getting back in bed and deleting the alarm, permanently, was a great feeling. I didn't wake back up until almost 11, which made me wonder if I'd been sleep deprived for a long time. I figured it was better to not think about it too much and just be happy I don't have to worry about it anymore. The fact Patrick said he was hosting a party tomorrow with a couple hundred he won on a bet helped. It was nice to have something to look forward to. 

After I had a small breakfast I decided to start a new FNV run. Ever since I'd tried to get out of Tops on that cursed save the game had kind of been on my mind, and I finally had the time to blast through the opening in one go. I almost went with my standard gun build to make the early parts easier, but all week I had been thinking energy weapons and figured no pain no gain. It wasn't even really that much pain since the high intelligence makes progression faster. There is the concern that later in the game you'll get overpowered and lose interest, so I used the perk that prevents that. I also can't help but feel forcing you to make yourself gay to avoid the rocket quest (which for the record I didn't do this time) is some kind of psyop, although obviously I have no way to prove that. 

Once I'd settled things down in Boulder City I figured I'd had enough at least for the afternoon and was pretty hungry, but as I was grabbing my keys I realized I should probably apply for jobs before I ate and didn't feel like doing anything. Fortunately the only quiz at the three I applied at (delivery driver for a local wing joint, store assistant at a pool store, and pest control apprentice) only took a few minutes and had mostly reasonable questions about how I would handle various problems at work. I tried to walk the fine line between looking extra responsible while also looking like a team player with my answers. 

I wound up making a grilled turkey and cheese, which was alot better than I expected it to be, and wound knocked out some of the Camp McCarran stuff before trying to bum delta 8 off Ethan and Mackenzie. I'm still not comfortable with the idea of buying it myself but it is pretty fun to do, especially considering I don't have any interviews on the schedule. The one downside is that it kind of forced me to watch whatever movie Ethan or Mackenzie decided on, but usually it fucks me up enough to just enjoy it. Fortunately the movie he picked tonight was actually pretty good. It was a Japanese movie about an assassin who wants to #1 assassin in Tokyo or whatever city it was set in. The action scenes were really good and the plot was pretty straightforward. Parts of it seemed a bit pretentious, but overall it was just a well made movie. I told Ethan I thought it was great afterwards, but Mackenzie immediately said "You're just high." I said maybe I was, but it was the best movie I'd seen for the first time in a while. She kind of shook her head and made some kind of disapproving noise with her lips, which really pissed me off. I said "Maybe I'm high, but maybe you're just being a bitch" without thinking and left for my room. She started yelling something but I didn't pay any attention. It felt nice to tell her off right after telling Will off. Although there was a good chance she and Ethan would be at the party tomorrow, I figured I could just keep my distance if need be. I played New Vegas until just before you meet Mr. House, then watched some youtube and went to sleep. Ethan and Mackenzie had eventually gone to his room, too, so I was able to make a bowl of cereal without being bothered. Despite Bitchkenzie's best efforts my first day as a temporarily free man was pretty great.

[Jeremy]

I've never had suicidal ideations but if I had to lead a live this miserable and pathetic I would have painted the ceiling years ago. How is neetlife treating you? Better? Worse?

If by "neetlife" you mean being unemployed it hasn't been too bad. It will be if I can't find a new source of income, but the extra free time is really nice. You also have to remember I tend to share negative stuff here because it's more interesting and it's nice to have an outlet. This isn't to say my life is great or anything, but it's more boring than painful, which I can deal with.

[Jeremy]

8/26

I slept in until a little after 1 and played New Vegas until I had to get ready for Patrick's party. I spent a couple hours grinding and loading up supplies to make sure that I could clear out Tops without an issue. Killing Benny felt really satisfying after my previous frustration. 

The party itself started out pretty boring. He'd bought alot of alcohol, which was cool, but there were maybe six people there who were Patrick's friends and four who were Lisa's, and the groups didn't really interact. It was nice of him to host it and everything, but it was hard to see what the point was when half the people didn't know each other and he had serious beef with Mackenzie (who Ethan wouldn't come without). I understand it was sort of forced on him by Lisa, but if I tried to throw a party and realized nobody could get along I would just call it off. In his defense he could've had some of it thrown on him last minute, but he's smart enough to have probably guessed what will happen early enough to cancel. The kinds of lottery moments where you do or don't think of something are definitely the best pr worst depending on whether it's a good or bad outcome. 

I didn't have to work tomorrow so I was free to drink as much as I want. I also took a delta 8 edible I bummed off Ethan earlier in the day, which was taking longer than usual to kick in. After about an hour I texted Ethan to ask when they were coming, because they still hadn't showed up and I was worried something had happened, but he just said Mackenzie got held up with something and they should be there in a few minutes. A few minutes later the edible really started to kick in and I tried to join Lisa's group's conversation, but they were discussing some stupid television show I hadn't seen so I went back to the living room without saying anything. 

Ethan and Mackenzie finally showed up two and a half hours late at 9:30. I was in the kitchen grabbing another beer when Mackenzie sat in the lazyboy chair where I had been sitting, which really pissed me off, but I hadn't left anything there and wasn't going to ruin the vibe. As soon as she sat down she started talking loudly about how we wouldn't believe what just happened and Ethan visibly cringed. Apparently she was driving because Ethan got frustrated with her taking forever to get there and started pre-gaming and rear-ended an Amazon delivery truck. When she got out "to say she's sorry" he was "really aggressive" and wanted her insurance information. She doesn't think this was fair because they're a huge corporation with tons of money to pay for it and got frustrated the driver wouldn't "keep it on the dl." The fact he called the cops made her even more pissed off because "she wouldn't have done something like that if I were someone like him," whatever that means. I went outside with them to check out the damage. Her Yaris was pretty dented and was apparently driveable, but she said the impact was hard enough to make the plastic part of the amazon guy's bumper fall off. Everything got pretty blurry after this point. I remember Patrick doing some kind of toast when we got back in, Mackenzie getting into an argument with Lisa's friends and coming back to pester the guys, one of Patrick's friends cutting his lip by pulling his beer away from his mouth too hard, dancing to "Gold Digger" by Kanye with one of Lisa's friends who was a few years older than me, and worrying someone would draw a penis on my forehead when I started to fall asleep on the couch. Fortunately when I went to the restroom to vomit I was able to confirm nothing was there. When I got back out I realized two of Patrick's friends were also sleeping in the living room, which made me unable to fall back asleep, so at around 6 I took my chances and drove back home. In retrospect I should've waited a bit longer, but going back to sleep in my own bed in my own room was really nice. 

8/27

I didn't wake up until like 2:30, then fell asleep again and woke up at maybe 3:45. For a second I was bummed I would have to go to bed in eight hours for work, but then remembered I don't have a job. I was too hungover to bother applying for more and since I hadn't got any replies I was able to play new vegas until 3 or 4 in the morning, then fall asleep buzzed to episode 4. It would've been a great day if I hadn't remembered that after Gold Digger "Can't Stop" by the Chili peppers came on and Lisa's friend made some comment about wanting to go the bathroom with me, which I was too wasted to understand. I still think I had a good day, but remembering that was definitely enough to make it less than great.

[oyakodon_khan]

I rewrote all of Blood Meridian in the style of Fallout: Equestria and sent the script to Cormac McCarthy.
A week later, he died.

[Jeremy]

What's up guys,

Sorry for the long delay. Last week I pretty much just gamed and didn't really have anything to write about. It was really nice, I was able to relax in a way I haven't for a really long time, but that's over now and I have a new job that pays pretty well but sucks. I was going to add an update tonight but I spent like an hour trying to figure out where to start and nothing felt right and now I have to go to bed. But I spent too much time on it to not post something and also wanted to ask if anybody has a recommendation for boots with a steel toe and slip resistance built in.

Stay tuned lol

[Albicacore]

Did Jeremy get a job in... The Warehouse!?

[Jeremy]

8/28-30

Nothing happened until Wednesday, when I received an interview request at a pest control company for the next day. They wanted me to come in at like 7 in the morning, which is pretty early for me, so I called them to ask if they had any other times available. The guy on the phone said "don't worry about it, then" and when I asked what he meant he hung up. It pissed me off because I would've made it there at 7 if they didn't have any other times available. I just wanted to check, but apparently that means I'm lazy or something. I try to see the best in everyone but society will definitely be better as a whole when we can finally move past the boomer "fuck you I've got mine" mentality. At the same time I was kind of happy the interview was cancelled because I didn't feel quite ready to go back to work. 

I was drinking and getting close to the end of Dead Money (which I fortunately remembered to grind unarmed for) when I got a phone call, which startled me because it only happens once every now and then. A guy named Sammy thought I would be a great fit for his convenience store and seemed pretty excited about hiring me. I tried to maintain a fine line between sounding enthusiastic but also not giving away the fact that I was drunk. He scheduled me for an interview at 11, which was still earlier than I would've liked but much more manageable than 7 and I'd learned my lesson. 

A little after I went to bed I had a dream that I was back at the party Patrick threw. I was just walking around and talking to people until I stepped outside for some reason. When I came back in nobody had a face, hair, or ears. Their heads were just spheres surrounded by skin. I woke up just as Lisa was about to hold a mirror up in front of me. 

8/31

I slept through the first two alarms I'd set but luckily woke up to the last one at 9:30, which gave me plenty of time to take a shower, google the gas station, and have a Monster Java. I would've considered wearing a nice dress shirt instead of a polo but I was too buzzed to drive last night and felt like getting up early to shop for one would've thrown me off my game at the interview. In the end it didn't matter because Sammy was alot like the guy from the pizza place. They both wanted to start me at a lower wage then they advertised, and Sammy said I would need to pay for my criminal background check and would have a "small uniform price" deducted from my first paycheck. To his credit he did try to negotiate with me instead of shouting me into taking the job, but "Twelve dollars fifty cents final offer" isn't something anyone wants to hear. When I got there I'd noticed the brand of vape I use was on sale and planned to pick some pods up on my way out, but obviously I wasn't in the mood to give his business my money. Predictably the pod I was using ran out halfway home, despite it looking like there was still a decent bit of juice left.

I went for a walk after I made a quesadilla for lunch. I wanted to clear my head but I couldn't really think about anything other than my job search. I still had a few weeks before money would really be a problem and I was enjoying the time I had to myself, but the fact nobody wanted to hire me for a normal price made me wonder if I was doing something wrong or if there was something wrong with me. Working for a retard like Will definitely felt like a bad lottery moment, but I felt kind of retarded myself for working for him for so long. This wasn't the first time I'd wondered if there was an element of skill to the lottery, to the point I'm half convinced there has to be. I'm starting to think it's not exactly a skill like being good at talking with people or playing an instrument, but sort of a meta-ability to game the lottery. Ie I couldn't control the fact Jesus left or that Will was hired, but I could've cut my losses and "rerolled" in a sense. By the time I got home I thought maybe this is just using extra words to pretend it's nothing but lottery after lottery but the sight of Mackenzie's dented car meant I didn't think about it anymore. I was extra annoyed because she usually doesn't come over in the middle of the day and Ethan wasn't there. Apparently her apartment's A/C unit broke and Ethan said she could come over. If I had to guess he probably asked her to not hog the living room and she ignored him, but it didn't matter because I was going to play New Vegas anyway, which was pretty much all I did for the rest of the day besides sending out a few more applications.

[Jeremy]

Did Jeremy get a job in... The Warehouse!?

I'm not sure what you mean by "the warehouse" but the new job does have a small warehouse we use to store tools and stuff. Most of my time is spent out in the field, though, usually at either homes or construction sites.