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I was working at The Olive Garden for about a week and I was making good tips( all at least 20%) but i wasn’t making enough to get my bills paid for January.  So i was talking to a friend who was back in town for a couple of days from Beaumont TX where he was doing construction work on a house that was seriously damaged by the last hurricane. I went in the next day and talked to the boss. he hired me on but was pretty busy and we didn’t really get achance to talk about the terms of employment. Now i’m in beaumont tx working 66 hours a week of hard work ( on your knees all day chipping tile off a floor with a hammer and chisel/ ripping fiberglass insulation out from underneath a mobile home<fiberglass in your eyes and lungs>)

Turns out my new boss does not pay overtime/ doesn’t pay per diem for being out of town/ is paying me as a contract laborer ( as apposed to employee status) so he will send me a 1099 next year and I will have to pay 25% of all I’ve earned all at once to the government.

I’m not mad though… this job has paid my bills for January. That’s all I wanted it for. I’m going to  stay down here and finish this hurricane damaged house but next time I get back to Austin I’m done. i’m going to find a truck driving job where i will work about the same amount of hours per week but I will be home every night/ get paid for overtime/ have my taxes taken out of my check and get employee medical insurance.

It’s rough work but it also kind of nice being able to SEE the work that you’ve done.

I have never been very good at writing, but I’ve always wanted to be great at it.

When I was about 7 or 8 years old I used to try to write poems. There was only one out of the many that I wrote that I really liked and was proud of. I’ve read it again since then and honestly it was pretty cliché and boring.

I didn’t really write again until I was about thirteen or fourteen. I was a moody teenager that felt the need to express myself through dark poetry. I was still using clichés and worn out ideas.

After a bad relationship I wrote “When evil arrives it is so pretty, like a nuclear bomb in Christmas wrapping, and you won’t recognize ‘till it’s at your throat, the evil inside and its silent ticking.” Unfortunately that is still my best work.

In college I took English composition twice dropping the course both times in order to not have a failing grade on my record.

Now I have a blog and there is nothing I want more than to be able to write interesting and creative things that will “Define” me in some way. (Warning! Cliché->) I feel like I am a pebble on the bank of a river and that I need to break out of the masses of other pebbles and proclaim my individuality. I don’t understand why I keep wanting to be a great writer, when, based on past experiences, It’s not something that I do well. Maybe it is because it is a challenge. Maybe it’s because I’m looking for the admiration that I feel for the author of a outstanding book, poem, or blog post. Maybe it’s just a need to create something or make something beautiful.
Does anybody have any good pointers for becoming a better writer, how to discover interesting things to write about, or how to tap into my creativity and imagination more?

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If someone tries to flirt with you… don’t worry… I will be offended for you. That sexist pig had no right to talk to you, and God only knows what he was Thinking!

If you didn’t get the job that you applied for… I don’t care if you weren’t qualified for it… because it was an obvious case of (sexual, racial, religious, sexually oriented, age, height, weight)(pick one or more) discrimination. I’m Offended!

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I’m tired of people being offended on the behalf of others who usually aren’t.

I mean really. Do you have nothing else to do?  Is your life so problem-free that you have to search out problems for other people that may or may not exist. I think not.  I think that you are really just trying to shore up your image by making a public spectacle of being outraged and offended.  By doing so you think that you are saying to the world “I care” or “I don’t discriminate” or “I love everybody”, but in reality you are saying “I’m worried that everybody thinks I’m a hateful discriminating jerk!”

By making a scene you are probably also embarrassing the person you are being offended “for”.

Maybe they were enjoying the attention they were getting with a little flirting… Now you are telling the world that someone was taking advantage of them, and making it seem like it is something to be ashamed of.

Maybe they never believed that they would get the job they were applying for because of their lack of experience or education, but decided to give it a shot anyway.  You are calling  public attention to the fact that they didn’t get it and now they have to either admit their lack of experience/education in response to the scene you’ve caused or decide to agree with you against their better judgment.

Save your outrage for when some someone smacks you for being annoying.

Let people speak for themselves!

It’s okay for you to be offended by this post, but only on your own behalf.

So I was driving down the road and I see this…

Moron

Some moron bringing his new washer and dryer home in his Taurus by jamming a piece of plywood in the trunk and setting the washer and dryer on top.

How do you figure out what it is you want to be when you grow up?

I’m 25 and i don’t have a clue.

I nearly stepped on this guy when I got home from work. He was sitting right in the middle of my porch. We sat down and had a beer and talked about why I didn’t want him hanging around. Then I helped him move. We didn’t even need a moving truck.

You can go around a corner a million times too slow.

You can only go around a corner once too fast.

I wrecked my motorcycle yesterday. I’m alright except for the major road rash. And the two dislocated shoulders. Below are my shoulder x-rays the bottom one is the dislocated one and the top one is after they reset my shoulder

Politicians and diapers have one thing in common. They both need to be changed regularly, and for the same reason.