for the second consecutive weekend, i bailed on my part-time gig. when you have a full time job with an abundance of overtime, additional work becomes a sort of hastle. usually you need creative excuses as to why you aren't going to be in yet again. sadly, the excuses are running thin and it's time to start being straight up with them.

this time i actually called them and said i am going away. that they better find someone to cover my unproductive ass. i got a little chit chat about responsibilities in the workplace and yada yada yada. i was given the option of either going away or possibly losing my job. i called their bluff and headed up to collingwood nonetheless. i'm not as gullable as they make me out to be. sure, once i do show up some bitching is bound to ensue but i'll take it knowing i'd do it all over again. after two nights of heavy drinking and barely drowing in georgian bay, i'm still on payroll. we'll see what happens on saturday but them telling me to take a hike appears rather slim.

besides, had i not gone and worked instead, i wouldn't have learned that bernie is in fact alive and kicking. he even posed and sweet enough to wave to the camera. good ol'e bernie.

i am burnt out. all this work for the past four months has taken a serious toll. i can't remember having consecutive days off other than this past weekend. still hoping to head out to vancouver by the end of the month, but the rising gas prices are hindering that road trip. remember the times when 85 cents per litre was actually a deal? now at the pump, i watch the price display and fuel display run side by side evenly. fuel prices are gay.

maybe the "new and improved" look will inspire a fever of posts.

we'll see.

jason collett. tonight. at the mod club. be there. he's quite talented in the ways of music.

i almost quit my job today but soon realized i am a lazy fuck and wouldn't bother looking for work to cover the rest of the summer. besides, what's another month? reason for quitting; i don't handle stress and multitasking quite efficiently typically wanting to roll up into a fetal position and wait for the day to end. or someone to do the work for me. we've lost someone 2 weeks ago and we've sort of been "playing catch-up". by catch up, meaning dump the work on me. god, i hope i marry rich and retire by the ripe age of 30.

speaking of work, as i type, i should be at my part-time gig pretending to work. i've got another good 12 hours to think of a decent reason as to why i didn't show up. telling them about going to jason collett show won't suffice. though, to you & i, the reason sounds legit.

methinks, this post is lame.

later scumbags.