Entries this day: Barking Dream Work

Barking

3:27am CST Wednesday 30 October 2002

There's a dog barking really loudly and close to my window.

Dream

7:37am CST Wednesday 30 October 2002

Working in a supermarket restocking magazines kinda and also folding a wire to measure something and talking about languages and deciding to learn Iranian because they say toilet for toilet and if any language is based on that, then I dcan learn it.

I wasn't clear on whether I was restocking books or magazines or building shelves forthem or coosing good books to read; they had some by ray Bradbury and Bill Clinton and some magazines like Vogue and Cosmopolitan and Redbook and stuff.

Work

5:27pm CST Wednesday 30 October 2002

Just got home from work. I've found that three chicken burritos with cheese is about the perfect amount of food for me for the day. Janette brought me 6 inches worth of Subway chicken sandwich; that plus the 3 burritos was a bit too much for the whole day. So I figure the three will be perfect.

Anyway, at work we worked and blah blah blah.

I'm most enamoured with a cat named Jah Jah (sp?). He seems cool and funny and a hard worker with lots of experience doing a variety of things there. He can drive the forklift, use the arc welder, plus all the tools that I know how to use of course. But he's funny cause he does accents and such, from normal soft spoken JahJah to New York gangsta to Jamaican gangsta. That one seems to be his favorite, though he basically just fake threatens people with one line "Ya wah rahn wi me boah? Ya wah rahn wi me?" Which I basically translate to "you wanna romp with me?" or actual English, "would you like to fight with me?"

That voice seems to come only at the end of the day, or near the end after we been working for 6 or 7 hours.

After clocking out, waiting for Janette, I said hi to Oksana (sp) in Russian, which I learned from Sergay (sp) yesterday. "Privet" (written with english characters). She told me how to say goodbye: "ohka" and thank you, which I've forgotten, but it starts with an S sound.

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My fingertips are all covered with dirt that I can't get off because it's stuck to Great Stuff, a foam filler that we use to adhere foam blocks to wood until we bolt it on. Using sucky aluminum rods that kept snapping when we put moderate tension on them. Pieces of crap.