Under pressure

Got home from work last night a little after midnight and noticed that Jimmy's bike was in the driveway again. Jimmy has been spending alot of time over lately since he lost his job. Secretly it's beginning to wear on my nerves and sadly it wouldn't as much if he would start taking his Lithium again. When he's not on his meds he's extremely figety, hyper active, talks a mile a minute and chain smokes. He's like a combination of "Reefer Madness" and "Cocaine fiends" all rolled into one. Needless to say I can only take small doses of Jimmy.

Anyway got I home and the first I hear is "We're drunk", don't blame Scooby, its' my fault, I had a bad day." My first "thought" was, "Do you ever have a good day?", but I held my tongue. I had been out running around and working since 10:30am and really wasn't in the mood to deal with these guys drunk. First I just went and laid down on our bed. Then I decided, "Fuck it' I'm going out." So I put my shoes back on and walked out without saying a word to them.

I first thought of just hitting some local straight bar, but then decided to head to the "Berg" for a small pitcher. I got there and the place was dead. With only one car in the parking lot, I wasn't even sure they were open. I walk up to the door and sure enough they were open, thank god. It was only the bartender and one other guy whom I recognized as PJ. PJ was in a severely depressed mood, playin sad songs on the juke box and on the verge of crying in his beer.

Needless to say the bartender was very happy to see me. I ordered a small pitcher of beer and then the bartender ask me if I wanted to go out back and have a smoke. Once we got back in I asked PJ how he was doing, "Alive" he responds. I then started to try and get him outta his down spirits. Within no time I had him laughing and we started joking around and flirting with each other. He asked me to take off my shirt and I told him I would if he'd play happy music on the juke box. I then called Scooby to let him know where I was and that I'd be home soon, and that I wasn't mad, I just needed some "me" time.

Then Trip walked in and ordered a beer. PJ now in better spirits said a greeting to Trip and Trip snubbed him with the silent treatment. I've noticed in the past that Trip can be just plain mean and hateful with people he don't care for. I then figured ok Trip doesn't like PJ.

This kind of attitude is a real turn off for me and is one of the reasons I don't go out much. Alot of people around here suffer from what I like to call "Dynasty syndrome", it's when they've watched too much Dynasty and want to be just like the characters, always bickering arguing and hating each other. Life is too short for that bullshit.

Then PJ asked Trip, "Don't you think Mike should take off his shirt?" And Trip came back with some kind of lecture which I soon blocked out cuz I knew that it was heading toward hateful. So I turned to PJ and lifted my shirt giving him a nice long shot of my furry chest and belly. Trip immediately said, "This beer's warm, I'm leaving", we then bid goodbye to Trip and his attitude.

PJ and I then got closer looks at our mutually hairy chests and got a quick fondle of each others equipment. He then said he was glad that I came in, cuz he was in alot better mood now. Which brightened my night also. I left shortly after to head home. On the way home "Under Pressure" by Queen came on the radio which of course made me happily sing out loud.

Sexy, at the car wash

Last Friday I got my car washed at this automatic car wash down the street from where I work. I pulled up and paid and got a dash wipe and started cleaning the inside of my car as my car went through. At the end there was a cute young guy with a shaved head in a uniform that said "Quality Control". He was hand drying the cars before they left. As he stood infront of my car, drying off the hood, he made eye contact with me and waved real slowly. I was preoccupied still wiping the dust and shit outta all the nooks and crannies of the inside of my car. I figured that he waved to make sure I saw him and didn't hit him as I was leaving. But then he waved a couple of more times as he circled my car in that same slow manner.

Was he hitting on me? and was I just too dense to realize it.

I do have a rainbow stripe sticker on the back window of my car.

He's still on my mind.

I think I'm going to go back next Friday.

Should I slip him my email address in with a tip?

I think I should...

Trapped

Music started blaring behind the house around 10am Saturday morning. Music would play for about a minute then stop mid song. Then a few minutes later it would start up again and do the same thing. It got quite annoying. Later that day they started having different bands play. We took a bike ride down to the park to see what was up for awhile. We were sitting around later that evening when we started to hear The Beach Boys start playing. It turned out to be a very loud day, to the point we said well I guess not many people can say, "I wish The Beach Boys would keep it down, I can barely hear the television".

We went bar hopping later that night. Rode with some friends down to Flint which is about 35-40 miles south of us. Started out at the Pachyderm. It was Scooby and I's first time there, it was really nice. They have an excellent patio area and large too. The waiter had his shirt all unbuttoned and I had an excellent eye level view of his treasure trail when he came up to our table.

We then headed to another Flint bar, The Triangle. It also had a nice crowd with alot a young'uns dancing their asses off. We stayed for a few drinks then headed back to Saginaw to the "Berg" for last call, getting there just in time. We sat out on the patio and drank our last beers of the night and chatted with friends until they started herding us out.

Scooby and Luthor went to the two person mens bathroom to piss before we left. I had to go also and decided since there were no women in the bar that I'd just use their little bathroom. Well I got done doing my business and went to walk outta the bathroom and the door wouldn't open. I rattled it back and forth and shook the handle...nothing. Then I tried to use my insurance card to open it...nothing. It seems that the metal tongue thingy that is in the door that sticks in the door jam too keep it shut broke off and got stuck. So then I decided it was time to call for help. I shook the door again and called for help and then I see someone else's plastic card coming through the door...nothing.

I yell through the door that, "The thingy broke off" and I hear from the other side, "THE THINGY BROKE OFF?" and a roar of laughter. After poking it from both sides we finally got it in a position that we could yank on the door and it finally flew open. I then vowed never to go into the women's bathroom again. We all chuckled about the whole ordeal and then headed home.

My life as a janitor.

God what a week. It started out fun (See the last post), but I forgot that I was planning on scrubbing and waxing the floors at work. What a fuckin chore. After all the sweaty manual labor and hard work I just know that they will probably get a big shipment or something or another and scratch the hell outta my spanky, shiney floors.

Nine times outta ten this happens.

I scrubbed the ceramic tile floors in the bathrooms this week also and of course someone stepped in tar and ground it into my pretty clean floors. It took alot of elbow grease to get that shit up.

One time when I was helping out in another building we spent days scrubbing and waxing the hallways only to have a professor push a file cabinet from his old office to his new office, leaving scratches on half the floors. Ok, when this happens there is no easy fix. The entire hallway has to be rescrubbed and waxed.

Another time I was waxing the stairs and taped it off and left a note saying, "Wet Wax, Do not enter." Well some fucker tore down the tape and walked up the stairs, fucking up everything that I've been doing. Note: you can't get footprints out of wax, it has to be rescrubed and rewaxed.

I can spend days cleaning carpets and after I'm done, the very next day someone will drop an entire big gulp of sticky gooey soda onto/into the carpet.

All I can say is why, why, why, why, WHY? Why is it that smart people can be so dumb, or maybe just fucking hatefull, but probably it's just that they're gracefully challeged like the rest of us. I don't know and I don't care, as long as I take my Xanax or Marinol, that is.

Prescription drugs are a nessesity with this job, especially if your health insurance doesn't cover lobotomies.

3 by 3

Even though Monday was my first day back to work after vacation it started out with a bang. Woke up and sucked a load outta the bf. Then worked around the house for awhile. Decided to give "L" a call, he's this guy that I use to hook up with once or twice a month to blow before the bf more or less got layed off. He used to come over when the bf was at work and I'd spit shine his knob and he'd repay me by drowning the fuck outta me, man can this guy cum. Anyway, we decided that the three of us would play together. He came over and I knelt infront of "L" and my man and they took turns pounding my mouth with their rock hard cocks. I was in hog heaven taking care of these two guys one after the other, both at the same time, ect.. My man shot first filling my throat with his hot seed and "L" followed suit moments later, giving me the much needed protein that I was craving. Three loads by 3pm, not a bad way to start the week.

I haven't had anytime to catch up reading everyones blogs. I normally blog read/write/comment at work but with a new boss, I gotta kinda keep computer time down to a minimum. I could set time aside at home after our driveway is completed, but until then I've gotta keep the phone line free waiting for them to call to tell us when their gonna apply the asphalt. It's suppose to be finished this week, but considering we we're strung along for a month and 1/2 before they even got started, I'm kinda in limbo.

Anyway hope to at least be able to post once or twice a week.

Oh no you didn't!

This last Thursday was my first time to go back and clean at Luthor's place since Jonny died. It felt kinda wierd not having him there. But as I was dusting the livingroom I came across a small cardboard box with Jonny's full name on it and noticed it was from the Crematory. So instead of cleaning his ashtrays and dusting around him as he slept in bed, I'm still gonna be dusting around him, just his ashes instead.....kinda weird. I mentioned this to someone this weekend and they replied, "Oh no you didn't!" (just say that, that is).

Here's a poem that was read at his memorial service.

A Poem for Lips (Jonny)

You were here it seems for much to short a time
But while you were here, did you every shine!
A candle that burned out much to soon
But while you burned you brightened every room.

"Could I possibly have another one over here?
Run me a tab, he'll pay for it dear."
Don't drink to much, you'll fall off of that stool
Just pick him back up, everything will be cool.

But if you were in trouble, just give him a shout
And whatever the hole, he'd help pull you out.
You might argue and curse and fuss and complain
He still opend his door, "Come in out of the rain"

Yes we'll miss you dear friend, you were one of a kind
But you kept GOd in you heart, so you'll do just fine.
No more trials or pain, no disease no more hurt,
Until we see you again, SQUIRT, SQUIRT, SQUIRT!

Hostess with the mostest on the ball

Our fireworks party on the 3rd was a huge success. We had over 50 people show up and a great time was had by all. Heard on the radio that the city was expecting around 350,000 people to show up to see the fireworks here in Bay City. I believe it, since traffic didn't calm down till around 2am. I was very accomadating to the sexy furry man who stuck his hand down my shorts, I was the hostess after all... I felt I did a very good job circulating and socializing considering that normally I'm a social retard. The food was a hit and everything was gobbled up. Only had about a gallon of drinks left from our 15 gal. drink machine.

Working on the house this week on my vacation. Woo Hoo! Also just found out that work just hired a past employee to come back and be our manager. The guy is a complete A-hole and social psychopath who used to harrass me in the past, for no other reason than I guess he hates homo's. Looks like work might become a little interesting. Can someone file a restraining order against their boss? Hopefully I won't have to see...