Yesterday was my last day of work until the 10th of June. I hate being a temporary. 

The man who is supposed to retire in June, at which time they will make me permanent, has been saying that he will stay on for another YEAR. I hate that fat, worthless bastard! He is probably just doing it to spite me. He weighs 450 pounds and has me and another guy to do his work for him, so he has it good. He might as well be on welfare cause all he does is sit on his ass and collect checks. I do twice as much work as him, I have not missed a day of work, I follow the rules and that useless lump makes more money than me and has benefits. Maybe when the time comes in June for the option for him to retire he will take it. Every time I think I am going to climb out of the hole, my footing crumbles away and I stay in the dark. 

So anyway, my bitching and venting aside, for the next month I am officially classified as “laid off”. But, all is not lost. With the pay checks I am owed, my rent is covered and I get to apply for unemployment, which I did this afternoon. The first week is waiting as they process me, but they told me that I will be paid about half of my actual wages. That’s not bad. I will be ok. And they told me that I can get a part-time job and still draw. 

I think I am going to do alright.

All the errands I have to run this week are over. That is a good thing. The bad news is my douche bag roommate came home a day early. But, he is working all through Christmas so I don’t have to put up with him that much. His arrival was like an ill wind. Quite literally, that is. I try to use the heat as little as possible because it is expensive. That asshole will leave for hours on end with it left on. A safety and monetary fuck up. After getting the chill out of the house, I turned off the heat. He bust in the door and leaves it hanging open while he made three trips to bring in his stuff. Then he wondered why it was so cold it here! Its 39F/4C outside, with wind and rain! Any temperature difference should be good enough. Besides, the bastard never takes off his shoes or flannel shirt. On top of that, he is a snowboard instructor, can’t he take a little cold?!

Other than that, I have started taking stuff back to mom’s house for safe keeping when I move into a different apartment. The scumbag keeps asking when I plan to let him see the rest of my movie collection as if I am some how obligated to do so. Movie watching is not included in the rent. But, my old roommate had also told him that he could sleep on the mattress to MY futon. He seems to think he is entitled to that as well. Shit head…

I used to consider myself fairly hippie-ish but now that I am around hippies more I realize how much I hate them. Hunter S. Thompson was right. They lack the political conviction of the New Left and they lack the artistic core or the beat movement, and the intellectualism of both (even though some good music and fashion came out of it). For the most part they are a bunch of bourgeois trust fun babies that take up causes and act like they care until the time comes for them to graduate, cut their hair and start a new job as a junior manager at their parent’s business. I am reminded of that episode of South Park where they sit around listening to Jam Band music and smoking pot while think that doing so is going to change the world. Throw a brick or a malatov or something! Get mad! Do anything!

Most of these idiots will where a shirt with Che Guevara on it and have no real clue who he was or what he stood for. Its sad really. There is a book by Noam Chomsky at the used book store. I think I will get it tomorrow.

Didn’t do too much today.

I ran an errand and then went to the comic shop. The manager was there today after a long absence and I expressed to him my deep dissatisfaction at the fact that my books keep disappearing. On top of that, how rude and incompetent his staff is. I realize that I am getting mad over comics, but it is the principle of the thing. 

After that I can home and stayed in the rest of the day. I read some books and watched some monster movies. I chatted with Hunter on the phone and IM, so that was a real morale boost. She told me about a new radio station, but I think I am too far out of range. But, with these clear winter nights, I might be able to pick it up. Besides, it streams online too. I still believe in the spirit of radio, to reference Rush. 

I also found the time to give my gun a good cleaning. Not that it needed it, but regular maintenance is always a good thing. 

My stoner roommate left town and is not supposed to be back until Friday. Its fun to have the place all to myself. I can’t wait to get my own place. 

A DVD came in the mail to day. I got “Godzilla vs Biollante”. I have not seen that film since I had it on VHS when I was a kid. It was fun seeing it again.

With the douche out of town and the place to myself, I only left the apartment to walk down the street to buy a pack of candy. I cooked for myself since I need to stop eating out so much. I have only cooked for myself twice since I started my current job. I am allowed as much free food as I want as long as none of it leaves the building. Most of it sucks but at least it is free. 

Another good thing about finding an apartment of my very own is that I can set up a bench and start lifting weights again. 

Right now I am watching “The Crow” again. I saw it for the first time earlier this year and I can’t believe that I went that long without seeing it. It has become one of my all time favorite films. I must have seen it 50 times already. The scene at the end when Eric looks up and sees Shelly walking toward him in white, and he smiles, it always brings a tear to my eye. I avoided it because I saw “The Crow: City of Angels” first and it kind of put me off of it. Another example of a bad sequel killing a series. 

Today was my last day of work for this year. We are off util the 7th of January. Not that I mind having all most a full month off, but I will miss the money that I am not making. I’m not greedy, but I do have bills to pay. I have enough saved up to get me through. 

Today at work I had a surprise. A cop wanted to talk to me. About a week ago one of my bitchy co-workers lost her wallet. She was convinced that it was stolen. She took a full day off to get all her cards replaced and to file a police report. 

Don’t worry. I never touched it. I am paranoid that no matter how much of a lack of evidence there is, I always get blamed if something goes wrong. There is no evidence against anyone they said. Its just that cops make me nervous. The officer lady asked me all the details of what I did and where I was when it supposedly happened. She brought up that there was a theft in the last department that I worked in. I brought up the fact that only someone with a set of keys could have carried it out and I was not implicated in that crime either. She said that I was not a suspect or that they had anything against me. This is true because I still have my job and I am not under arrest. But when Pam told me that “someone” wanted to “talk to me” in Todd’s office, and that “someone” turned out to be a cop, my heart almost stopped. 

My friend Phil will hopefully be transferring out of the department that he is in. This means his position will come open and it will most likely be full-time permanent position. It will essentially the same job I had when I started. But the hours and pay will be more to my liking and when people are mean to me, at least they are up front about it.