SELECTED SHORTS

I gave myself a ride home today, actually, mohawk boy gave me a ride home since Ann was working late and dropped me off at the ungodly hour of 5:55 am so we could wreck out some light tails without interupting classes. By I digress, The ride home was filled with the glory that is punk rock. First the Unseen followed by The Exploited. He was me in '83 and he has only a slight clue of who he was giving a ride home was about when I was his age. It was heartening. Punk's not dead after all.

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I installed a sub panel today on my own. I would go into a long boring description of this process but will leave it at another milestone in my training as an electrician that instilled a sense of pride and accomplishment.

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I saw the guy I clocked with the door yesterday this morning and he averted his eyes...I smiled a little evil smile to myself as we passed...he said "how's it going"? I said "It's goin' ". But I thought " the bridge of my nose isn't sore and I don't need to by a new pair of glasses this payday and I didn't have to explain a goose egg on my forehead to my wife last night fuck-o".

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A homeless woman quizzed me about my tattoos at McDonalds this morning...we went for breakfast after the early wreck-out of the light tails. She was in her sixties (at least) and could have been any texas woman in her sixties of substance based on her jewelry and clothing. The back pack and sleeping bag gave her away. I was polite ( I'm used to this line of questioning...How long did that take? Did it hurt? Whats the design mean?) I kept my responses to the facts, instead of the usual snippy/sarcastic responses I offer because she was a sixty something homeless woman, who was probably living quite comfortably until she lost her job or her husband died and suddenly she has no income and no home and she has been reduced to living out of a backpack. It made me sad...and angry. but mostly sad.

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"Augie Electric Inc. We Rule." Fucking hysterical. Something I will explain later (well,maybe not) but trust me, it's hysterical. It involves incompetence, cardboard, duct tape,keyhole saws, a plumb bob and the patent office. And a misguided sense of what is and is not a good idea.

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G'night kids! Hey! Tomorrows payday! :)