Current location:	PP
Current mood:	blah
Current music:	sound of silence!
Entry tags:	boredom, code red, dragon, gum, hawaiian punch, homeless, left field, transient behavior!, war journal #6

Charlie's War Journal: Day 6

Ok, I've scrapped the previous two entries under this heading.
The first one was ridiculous and going nowhere.
The second one was my usual rant about how I'm tired and angry.

This one is going to be different.
Let me preface that I'm on day 6 of a 10 day run here at work because I need a weekend off. Apparently that's the only way to get a weekend. So I'm pretty much done with people. 6 straight days of dealing with idiots who can't master the black magic of technology, for anyone that asks, is one day too many for me.

We move on. Mikie is in good health, if not a little too spoiled, for the time being. It's weird using his name. I have no idea why. I'm that way with everyone, not just my own son. I can't seem to stop calling him "the kid."

This might not be with everyone, but it's come up with a few co-workers so I'll explain it here.
Say you have an alarm clock that wakes you up every day with that buzzing sound. Well in your awake status, if you happen to hear that sound, doesn't it send some weird chill through you? Maybe a chill isn't the right way to phrase that, but for me, I get this twinge in my nerves whenever I hear it.

Now, it turns out, whenever a small child is in the store screaming, I get that same feeling as the alarm clock. It twinges the nerves.

One of my socks has blown a gasket. I think. I mean, I've got no heel to it. Walking around like a transient. Well, like a transient that just started. Like two days ago I decided to say goodbye to the capitalistic regime of society and live the life of a proper pauper. (Yeah, I totally set that up that way.)

Day two: Blew out a sock. I've noticed that when I walk I pull to the right now. Also got urinated on by a stray dog last night.

That's me and my judgmental eyes assuming that were I to live on the street, the odds of a stray dog urinating on me would increase by at least 70%. So in all honesty, the sock thing wouldn't be that bad in comparison.

So maybe I'm not that much like a hobo after all. Though if I were a hobo, and I was presented with a ham sandwich, I would be ALL OVER IT. Even if I wasn't hungry. Just so that analogy can hold true.

Whilst I contemplate the pros and cons of going from full time employee to man of the world (Read smelly homeless Dbag) I'll adjourn for the time. Adieu.