It sucks but you get what you deserve

So the other night,at one of the stores I was working at(mind you in a not so....honest area of bufford highway), this lady pulls up in the middle of the night, pumps her gas then leaves her car running at the pump and walks inside. as soon as she gets to the door, someone runs to her car, jumps in and drives off with her car.
She was histerical. she wanted us to call the police, which we did but when she was asked about her car, she didn't know her own plate number. The cops can't really do much without a plate number so she had to call someone else to try to figure out her own plate number which gave the crook a good hour to get away. Downtown Atlanta at Bufford Hwy at 2 AM is NOT the place to leave an unlocked car running with a full tank of gas.

Know a few basic things about yourself and your personal propety, and for goodness sake, if you go somewhere in a shady part of town in the middle of the night, lock your car... better yet, just don't go. Just go home and go somewhere decent in the daylight.

Not all gas is equal

So today Somebody did something really stupid. The guy delivaring Desil to the store hooked his tank up to The WRONG tank! He hooked his DESIL tank up to our UNLEADED tank. and began dumping desil in. which then ruined our entire resivour of unleaded gas. we had to hit the emergency shutoff bitton and kill all gas sales for the rest of the day until his company could come out to pump out all the bad gas and replace it with clean fuel. I bet he felt like an idiot, but it was kinda funny watching all the confused faces of people as we told them that we didn't have any gas.

3 day Weekend

Well, I am wrapping up a 3 day weekend, a boy was it great. I haven't had a 3 day weekend in at least 8 months and probably won't have another until vacation time rolls around. It was very needed and well deserved.

Dream from last night

So I was awaken by these people coming through my window, and they told me I had to go with them now. I didn't mind so much because I knew them, kinda. We got on this train right ourside my window and all road in this boxcar for a long ways until we stopped and all got out in some train yard, construction area. We were told that we had all this stuff we had to build and we had to build it all starting now. Now if you know anything about me, I was all like "Fuck that, and Fuck this." and just straight up told the guy, "No." Everyone else started working and I went inside the office/trailer home to chill because it WAS the middle of the night after all. I got in there and ther was this woman my age. It turned turned out we were in the same predicament. Both of us came here on the train but wanted nothing to do with all this building and working but had no way of getting home because WE STEPPED OUT OF A WINDOW AND ONTO A TRAIN for christ's sake! We talked a little bit and kinda hit it off but then I sat there on the couch and tried to think of a way to get home. I didn't have my cell phone on me so the only number I could remember was my buddy Justin's home phone number but I didn't want to call him at midnight to be all lie, "Hey, can you come pick me up." so I didn't call. I then fell asleep on the couch. (on a side note, it was a tough, cheap green fake leather kinda couch. I think from my past somewhere.) I awoke to the other people coming in the office, so I asked them if they were done in hopes that we would be leaving. They just kinda looked at each other and gave a rugged, tired half laugh and mentioned that there was a lot of other work that needed to be done and things to be built. At that moment, The woman (for name sake, I'll call her Ann) came in from the other room adn was walking out the front door. At that moment I was piking up the phone to call Justin who answered had been dead asleep so he had no clue what the conversation was about but he heard me talking to Ann as she was walking away. I wanted her to stop. I told her that I was getting the 2 of us a ride, but she kept walking at a brisk pace down the short paved walkway to the street saying, "It's not going to work out." to which Justin replies to me over the phone, "It won't work out?" I try to tell her that I got a ride, but a Taxi pulls up to her with 3 other peopl inside and she steps in saying, "I already got a ride." to which Justin replies to me, "You already got a ride...ok." and hangs up the phone, still half asllep and completly oblivious to what just happened. Then she just rides off in the cab.

At this point I kinda slip out of my dream into that zone where you know you are dreaming and can kinda edit what is going on but I just end up kicking myself for not doing something cool like grabbing her up and just *poof*ing back home. I allow myself to slip back into the dream and turn around to see my car park near me, unlocked and with the keys in the front seat. I hop in and "drive off" which turns into me just traveling on foot across some really back woods redneck yards in the middle of nowhere, to back home...(ok it wasn't the middle of nowhere it was Inaha. If you don't know...you just don't know) and there was snow all over the ground, and roots. Big, freaking huge roots coming out of the ground.

I get home and time kinda fast fowards to a party at someone else's house. I am taking some pictures with my digital camera and it happens that Ann is there and I take some pictures of her, too. She had had a few to drink and she walks up to me and asks that I stop taking pictures of her. I look at what pictures I had taken of here and realize that they were rather...incriminating. I say somthing to her and she just starts into why we wouldn't work out together and after the first wave of reasons, she says, "and besides. How hold are you?" to which I reply "27" and she says, "No, really" and I say, "Ya, really. 27" You then flash to an image inside her head where she had formed this list of pros can cons about me and this big number "35" beside a picture of my face, and then you see the number change to "27" and all the cons go away and the pros list doubles. It flashes back to the 2 of us and she suddenly acknowledges that things could work out between us, and agrees to be in a relationship with me.

Now at some point during this conversation we had traveled outside and was standing around a well designed, small, concrete, round table in the yard which was all thick green grass and beside this beautiful, big southern house. There were children inside the house playing in some unused bedroom. 2 boys and 2 girls around the age of 6, drawing of scratch paper and doing kid things to pass the time. There were 2 other people out there at the table with me and Ann. I think it was her mother and a sister or cousin of her's, but anyway, the house suddenly explodes in this huge blazing ball of fire and as the women look at the house, I look up to see these basketball sized meteors screaming down for a firey sky. I look over the the other grand home near us and identify the entrance to the bombshelter/cave that was near the porch. I direct the women to run for the shelter, but the 2 other women want to run inside the house for safety and not in the shelter. I'm not sure what Ann chooses but I think she is following me. I run for the shelter.

I make it to under the porch and then after that everything just sort of goes into slow motion until the whole event stops as if you paused a movie and then I wake up.

I can piece together different events that would have caused most of these scenes to happen in my dream, but still....wow.

Its hard out hear for a cult leader

OK, Here has been my life since my last post:
- I'm still working nights in Norcross, but I shouldn't be. The only reason why I'm still there is because my boss is really anal and feels I need to be perfect before he puts my on the promotion list. Its has been quite a challenge and I am meeting his goals but now I think he is stallnig because he doesn't want to have to lose a great employee.

- I bought someone flowers for V -day only to here, "Thanks but I'm kinda seeing someone right now, but we can still be friends..." I trailed off after that.

- So I don't sound racist, I won't mention the race of the majority of people that come into my store at night over in the Little Mexico side of Buford Highway, but these are the dirtiest, laziest, stealingest, nastiest, no moral using little bastards that I have ever seen. Some of them are good people, mind you, but the ones that are agree that the rest of them are bringing the whole area to hell.

- I beat the hell out of some random guy. I was mopping the floor and caught him trying to steal cigarettes while he thought I wasn't looking at him so while he wasn't looking at me, I waltzed over there and began using some "Fist Justice" on him. I dragged his ass across that entire store before I finally kicked him out the door and let his broken and bleeding ass run away. I could have called the cops but I had gotten of of the cigarettes off of him and it felt REALLY GOOD to beat the hell out of someone. I still have his jacket in my car as a momento.

- COMPUSA Is closing its doors and moving out of the Atlanta market. That means they are liquidating everything down to the shelves and telling their employyess to find new jobs nexgt month. This is good for good deals, but its bad for me because my roommate works for them.

- I have/had a stalker. Yep a stalker, and it was a dude. His name is Todd. He came straight up to me the other Sunday for the first time and had it in his head that I was the key to his salvation. To him, I was the only person capable of bringing him back to christ and pulling him off his path to damnation. Only my prayers and my giving of THE WORD could save hime and only I could see into his soul to tell him how to fix himself. I had never met Todd before. Todd Creeped me out.
Todd is a little special in the head, and probably needed Meds. He is the kind of person that you hear about in the news that finally snaps one day and does some crazy over-the-top thing. to prove something to the world. I didn't want that thing to involve me. He began showing up several times during my shifts. He kept asking me the same questions over and over in hopes that I would give him the answers to his life and GOD. Now I'm and pretty tough dude and can handle myself well, but people like Todd scare the shit out of me because they don't think rationaly, and sometimes little things like stalking people or killing people gets overlooked by their since of morals. Fianlly, after a few nights of Todd beind my disciple and following me around the store in hopes of recieveing THE WORD, I got a cop to run him off. The next morning he came back. I warned the morning crew to keep and eye on him because he is a creepy dude and watched him talking on his cell phone just outside the front door. Five minutes later my clerk says, "Why is there a fire truck in our parking lot?" I look up and see the fire truck... and the other 2 fire trucks... and the 4 ambulances... and half of the Gwinette county police dept screaming into the parking lot like gangbusters, (all during the morning rush, mind you) and I glance over to see Todd checking to to if I'm looking at him through the window. The fire fighters come in as if someone is on deaths door and exclaim, "Did you call!?!" I look at them, still slightly in shock and say, "Nope." They describe the person in question that the came for, which was Todd to a T and I point stright at him who was then strolling across the parking lot as if nothing was going on. They walked over to him, took him off the the side, talked to him very politely and about 20 minutes later, took him the the hospital in hopes of finding some form of medication for him. All the while there are still around a dozen emergency vehicles in our parking lot with every flashing light they have turned on. They took Todd away and I could finally breath a sigh a relief. By then, my neck was THROBBING with pain form being SO tense during the whole thing, because I had gone into "Bosnia Mode" where I am on high alert for the slightest thing out of the ordinary to happen and I am GONE. I had visions in my head of any form of possible shooting, bombing, or mass disturbanse possible and had formulated plans of escape for each of them. All the while, I'm smiling at the customers and greeting them and ringing up thier stuff as if nothing at all was out of place.Every muscle in my body was more tense than it had been in years, and I only realized how tense it was after the adrenaline started to wear off and pain had set in. It was a tough start to my weakend, but I knew all was better because they caught Todd. Well, Todd still comes around during the morning rush, but I'm guessing he is on meds now because he still says hey to me and ties to come through my line if possible, but he doesn't push the conversation any further. He just buys his coffee and his taquitto and goes about his business... but I still keep my eye on him, just incase he forgets to take his meds and starts looking for salvation again.

Thats my life in a nutshell.