Monday, August 11, 2003
at 7:50 PMSo Familiar A Gleam
I called someone in reference to an ad he placed in the St. Louis Post Dispatch selling a 1991 Chevy Lumina. I believe the mileage was 141,000 (I can't remember off the top of my head), but everything else sounded fine. He said the tape player no longer worked, but I waved that off as completely unimportant to me at this point. Bigger things, such as the brakes, the engine, and the muffler, concern me more. He's offering to sell for $1875, which I might be able to do, provided The Father willingly scrapes up a few hundred to add to my first Marshalls paycheck.
I believe I began work at Marshalls officially the Thursday before last, which means my first check shall arrive next week sometime. I need money.
This evening I spent another fruitless hour scheduling appointments. Most people have kids starting school this week and cannot squeeze me in until the atmosphere simmers. I need to make more appointments now, though. Ugh. I wonder if Beth ran out of leads. I doubt it.
My eyelids drooped all day. I sat through a sales meeting this afternoon and actually saw spots while Captain Creepy (my boss) babbled on about something he called the "ant philosophy". It made absolutely no sense, but somehow incorporated the theme of "Never Lose Sight of Your Goals". I belong to a knife cult.
My bowels require emptying; thus, I must sever my speech until another day.
