lee_the_messed_up_punk

my #ucked up life
2007-10-07 23:08:39 (UTC)

junk food heaven

5:29PM Sunday

I woke up at about six or seven in the morning to the
telephone ringing which I knew must have been my mother.
Before phoneing her back I got her pills ready and when I
was finished, she phoned. I was hungry but didn't have any
money so I returned all my beer empties and got two whole
dollars. On the walk home, I remembered that I rented a
movie last night and in order to rent, you have to give a
five dollar deposit but you get it back when you return the
movie.
That meant in total I had a whole seven dollars and
living close to the mall, it was junk food heaven, just
what I felt like filling myself with, some chunky chicken
and wedges. He wouldn't give me four pieces of chicken and
wedges so I pretended to go get my food somewhere else and
he gave up and gave me the wedges. It was only like a
dollar difference and my second choice was A&W where for
cheaper I could get a Mozza burger and onion rings. All he
had to do was right some wedges off so most likely that's
what he did saying, 'consider yourself lucky'.

Actually, he should have considered himself lucky
cause I would rather have onion rings over wedges anyday,
from A&W or burger king.

So I came home and put everything in the oven because
I wanted it to stay hot while I had a few smokes and
listened to a Whitley Strieber interview that's really
long. When I got hungry I first ate the wedges and two
pieces of chicken thinking that would fill me up but I
ended up eating them all. I think it's just because Chunky
Chicken has crack or some addictive substance in it,
obviously I'm joking about the crack cause they'ed loose
money. There's just something about the crust, it doesn't
fall off and tastes like a cookie. Bill Gates must have
invented the batter.
It also reminds me of a good time in my life when I
first moved out on my own, I would get out at Chesterfried
Chicken un-purpose and the dude who ran the shop knew cause
I'd tell him to save me whatever is left rather then throw
it away. I got crazy deals, sometimes for free and it
saved me a lot of money food wise because I'd eat at work,
had the whole bakery to myself and my boss said anytime he
works with me I can make a sandwich for either two or three
dollars. I was allowed to basically make a ten dollar sub
with cheese, bacon, lots of bacon, meat of all kinds,
sauces and so on. He would pretty much laugh when he saw
my creations and said that it's fine as long as I eat it
all.

Stew, the looser suck up who took my job after I got
fired for not showing up is kida comical I think because it
was him and another dude and they couldn't finish the order
alone but now he has too. In my opinion as soon as I told
my head boss I was Bi-Poler they wanted to get rid of me
and not showing up for work was a great reason.

Anyways, back to my sandwich monsters, Stew didn't
exactly tell on me but told my boss that he shouldn't be
letting me make them because I was doing it on my boss's
days off. While I was having a smoke my boss came out and
said, 'I realize that Stew is a rat and that you've been
making sandwich's when I'm not here', I said, 'Ya but I pay
for every one of them and when your not here all I eat is a
pizza bun with bacon', which was true, pizza buns they
throw out in the morning.
He believed me but what a fucking rat, he just wanted
my position which he finally got. Some days when we were
finished everything my boss would let us go early, the same
thing I would do, again Stew used his rat skills and stayed
after we left or worked past his time, making the store all
pretty sometimes hours after he was supposed to leave. My
boss would literally have to tell him to go home. Stew
would say something like, 'It's OK, I don't mind helping',
but he was too stupid to understand that if he hurt himself
in any way while working past his pay period he could sue
the store. When my boss's boss came, he would ask where I
was and Stew would say I left early...rat.

After I got fired the union was on my side and said I
would have my job back but that it would take two or more
months. What I should have done was either go on
disability or rather then go live with my father, which I
did, I should have just asked him for the two months rent,
save the move, my apartment and good paying job. I fucked
up, one of the many fuck ups and I just have to suck it
in. At that time I was far from the ghetto, could walk
around with beer or a full wallet and my friends would
always come over because they weren't scarred their cars
would get stolen or vandalized, those were good days even
though I hated my job.

At first Jason got it from my recommendation but also
hatted it and eventually quit.

lee




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