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Since our last installment, I have snapped a couple of pictures of some of the higher points of my day.  This is what I like to call “Job security.” As long as you fine folks keep behaving like such, I should be able to ink out some sort of living.

Aside from the foul smells, most of this doesn’t really bother me. It’s fairly interesting to see how people live. The only real sad thing I keep thinking of is that they had an infant living in absolute filth. Very sad. It’s like watching the little starving Ethiopian kid on TV with Suzanne Summers.

So without further ado…

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Aside from about 10 pairs of latex gloves, the only other casualty of the day was my sense of smell. Oh the smell!

Good times!

Six is an arbitrary number that I just pulled out of my head. I have no idea if there are six reasons yet.. but I will not revise this title, unless i come up with like 20 or something.

1. You love to litter

It doesn’t matter what it is. Aluminum cans, food wrappers, beer bottles and cigarette butts; everywhere. One can literally spend a half of the day picking up trash, and the next day it’s like we never even tried.  For one, cleaning out your car shouldn’t mean that dumping everything into the parking lot; including the contents of your ashtray. Seriously, where the fuck did you grow up?  I mean, really.  You look at us like we’re degenerates for being the guy with the rubber gloves and the little picker thing walking around the building picking up garbage as you chain smoke; We look at you as white trash because you don’t care enough to not trash your own home.

2. Those security cameras? Yeah, they’re real.

We’ve seen you break into the vending machines, steal people’s laundry; hell we even saw you give that guy a hummer. Your first instinct in such a situation? Walk right up to the camera so we can get a good look at your face, while you try to decide if the camera is real.  Newsflash; it is. Even better, they’re networked on the internet, so as if we don’t see enough of your mugs in the morning, we can make fun of you in the evening.

3. The no pets thing…. We really meant it.

It’s not that we hate animals. In fact, most of us have our own pets. I have two dogs myself.  However, much like everything else in your life; you can’t be trusted with an animal. We’ve already seen what you do to the parking lot, do you honestly think you care enough to clean up after an animal if it pisses on the floor?  Mistakes happen, and sometimes even the best pet owner will find a stain on move out.. However, dog crap ground into the carpet doesn’t fall under this umbrella.

4. Lightbulbs, they stay with the apartment.

Much like you’re not allowed to take the toilet with you when you leave, the lightbulbs stay too. We made sure each and everyone of them worked when you moved in, least you could do is not steal them on your way out.  Come on people, they’re $3.96 for 12 down at Lowes.  There’s ~17 lightbulbs in a two bedroom apartment, including the fridge.  The only ones you didn’t take were the ones that were already burnt out.

5. Drywall and your fist, an introduction best not made.

I’m not sure why it is, but it seems that a high number of adult male apartment dwellers love to play “Human Stud Finder.” Some win, some lose. In any event, no matter if you find the stud with your fist, the maintenance guys always lose. Our only consolation prize is that if you do happen to find a stud, you might break your hand and learn a valuable lesson about physics.

6. What you do in your apartment is your business, as long as you shut the door and the blinds.

We give you a door because well, they come that way. We give you blinds so that when you’re walking around your apartment in the nude, we don’t have to see. There are some exceptions to this rule, of course. However, thus far;  I have not seen anyone naked in an apartment that was a positive experience.  I’m just sayin.  Also, when answering the door, clothes would be nice. Hasn’t happened to me, but it has happened. Purposefully.

So anyway, that’s six for now. I’m sure there’s more. Good times.

Well, it’s Monday again. The Friday of my work week.  My job is a strange thing.  Unlike any of my past jobs, I don’t take anything home with me. Due to the fact that we’re open 24/7/365, once I punch the clock, it’s unlikely that I’ll have to deal with an issue again. That is, I don’t come in to find 10 issues from yesterday that no one has dealt with because they’re “my problem.”

That said, I have no real responsibility. My presence means nothing, and aside from a note on some report somewhere, I figure it’s unlikely that anyone would notice if I didn’t show up. The company is too big, too disconnected. We use a webpage to queue our selves for breaks.

That’s not to say that it’s a bad company. On the contrary. The company seems to care about it’s employees, as much as a company can and be profitable. The free meals, the break room with all sorts of distractions and diversions, etc..  However, once you get to a certain size, you lose track. I have just already grown sick of the cubicle city; the time clock punching; of the ticket quota.

Still, it’s a far departure from the land of World Class, where the management treats it’s employees like some sort of indentured servants. Probably the wrong way to say it. Suffice it to say, my short time there left me somewhat jaded with how employers treat their staff.

That’s not to even mention Turbochargers.com, where I’m still trying to get my tax documentation correct so I can file my return. David likely has never given a shit about any one of his many employees over the years, and he wonders why he can’t keep any of the good ones. No one wants to work for someone who’s attitude is a cancer to those around him.

My mood and general disposition improved so much when I left there. I was such a more pleasant person to be around, in general. I was content at RAD, even as I saw how they treated their other employees, because it wasn’t me. It’s easy to be apathetic about a situation when it doesn’t directly affect you. You can walk the halls, and ignore the bodies of the fallen comrades that litter your path. When the money is coming in, of course. Life is cheap. Content to use partying and decadence as a diversion to the issues at hand.

I find myself in the worst financial shape of my admittedly short life, with very little in prospects.. I stand here, sit here, ponderous. What lies in wait? What’s next?