Memories of St. Louis

My father came in to the studio tonight and checked out some of my art. He likes everything that I don’t(go figure) and was amazed at the amount of work I’ve churned out lately. It was nice to have a bit of recognition from him since he hardly ever seems to notice. Its always nice when someone gets excited about something you created.

The word might or might not be out, I was fired. I’m not sure who knows and really who cares? I was planning on quitting soon as something opened up some place else. I told them I was going back to school and that I couldn’t pick up any more days. The next time I show up for work my schedule was cut down to 2 night shifts and with that I said it was bullshit and I am quitting.  The next day I came in to pick up my check, they handed me this confession to sign. It basically stated I was drunk on the job and that I had stolen booze from them. I read it, laugh, say i’m not signing anything, and wait for the next line of bullshit they have for me. The little Japanese boss starts telling me in broken ‘Engrish’ that I am TERMINATED! I grab my check and say thank you.

I’m working on putting together a presentation package to send out to prospective Art galleries. I have everything just about right. I’ll let you know in a month how it all turns out.

I have lots of free time now.

I have been found out

“The wages of sin are death, but by the time taxes are taken out, it’s just sort of a tired feeling.”
- Paula Poundstone

I wrote something in here about someone and he eventually found out. I got a little careless and believed the walls of this journal where higher then they where. I guess it isn’t so bad because who really cares what I think and it was not anything bad, just some observations i made. No harm done, just need to be more careful I suppose. The one great feature LJ has and this journal does not, is the friends-only filter which keeps entries from popping up on search engines.

Father and son

I will never be the way you are.

I will not be afraid to love my child.

I will not be afraid to express myself in a way that leaves me vulnerable.

I am nothing like you and that is why you can never love me.

Your my wounds that will not heal.

I know now why I failed to escape your grasp. I tried to get your approval for an exit and when you called me naive I had to believe you. Now I understand that a break away from you will have to happen quick and without permission. It was stupid of me to ask you, your bias with feelings that will keep me forever. I know now what they mean when they say “I know I have to go away“.

Bar Drama 101

A full moon really turns people into sacks of shit. I guess I need to remember that drunk people do and say things that make you want to fuck them up. I was surprised when they just left before things turned ugly. I’m not really sure what I would have done if they wouldn’t of left, because they had me two to one. They just left their beers and walked out without saying anything. I think the skinny one finally realized the fat one, that was yelling at the everyone, was too drunk. Good bye assholes, never come back!

The TAM class I took a week ago came in handy tonight. It taught me one thing, get the drunks drink out of his hand before his drunk ass can through it at your head.

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Too good

So far I am not so sure how I feel about Facebook. Some features are nice, but I’m not sure I need more stupid internet things to waste time on. I like that you can find people with the same last name as you. It is a good thing to get in touch with other McC’s and see how I might fit into their family. Tagging people in pictures is also pretty nifty. The only problem is no one I want to keep in touch with has one and everyone else that sucked from all the schools I have been to has one. I’ll give it another week before I kill the experiment.

Tonight I had to train someone how to do a job I do not fully understand myself. The owner is a strict Japanese business man and started yelling at me for talking to my trainee ‘too much’. I guess we did not direct a customer to the bathroom quick enough for his liking. This takes us to the other things I have been yelled at by him for.

1. Having a hand in my pocket
2. Having a 5 o’clock shadow
3. Chewing gum
4. Not reading his mind and setting up ‘his’ way

I’m not sure why he hates me so much or even if he hates me at all. The other managers tell me I am doing fine, but he makes me feel like I am doing everything wrong. I think I should probably stop calling him a fucking prick every time he walks away. I think the trainee Carmen was feeling the same was as me but he did not let it be know. Maybe he expects that sort of shitty treatment? After talking with him for the few hours we worked together I realized how boring a person he is. He really had nothing interesting to say except that he really liked the 300 movie. What really made me dislike him is the entire reason for this long ass post. I brought a book to read and todays book happened to be “The flash of lightning behind the mountain” by Charles Bukowski. I was reading it and had Carmen read one of my favorite poems in the book. I could tell after the first page he wasn’t really reading it anymore and just flipping through. He later explained that he was an English major of some type and that he thought of him as not very talented. Too good for Bukowski I guess?

Rlob

Well that is how it sounds when the Asian waitresses try and say my name at work. I am finally starting to get the hang of the place. I worked with the bar manager tonight and damn is she a strange one. Leigh told me that she was wired on diet pills and coffee and that is why she was running back and forth all night long. She must have been expecting a lot more business then we got tonight. I got a long really well with her tonight, she seems pretty laid back about everything. She was surprised I knew what a ‘Bread Basket’ sandwich was and then she started laughing because I wasn’t Asian. Another person I am quite friendly with is the other bartender Jun. He has a love for Cranberry juice and speaks excellent Japanese and English. The hardest part of my job is figuring out what all the different Sake and working the computer(first time for everything, right?)

I meet this girl Audra at work today. She was telling me about how it was her birthday Saturday and that she was treating herself. I never remember carding her or anyone today for that matter, I should start doing that. Tonight I went to 5th avenue for Whitney’s 22nd birthday and she saw me walking by and said hi. She was pretty wasted and I couldn’t really hear anything she was saying.

I think you should go and check out The Sheds. I’ve seen these guys live and that got me hooked. Now to hook you I will post the songs that got me hooked.

This song

This one

This one too

Oh I really like this one

Tag Cloud is pretty cool