Well, I made it....

I got from one end to the other of my job without quitting, being fired, beating that cook's ass or him beating mine.

I also got to have as my last two customers exactly the people I was hoping for... Frank and Nancy, an old couple I just fell in love with a few months ago, who are two of my "regulars"... or were.

I named my new pair of 'keets after them, I like 'em so much.
Frank had a stroke the same day Storm died. I didn't see him or Nancy for about 5 or 6 weeks and nobody knew if he was even alive for a while.
Then, they came back and I nearly did cartwheels to their table that day.
Then, when they heard I was leaving, Frank made me a hooked rug. It's got two cats on it, sitting inside a full moon, with their backs to you.

I also got a few cards and many tears from several other people, including another one of the line cooks, Baldwin... he's "the toast guy".
And, Terrorist Cooks name is really Tommy.
He IS nuckin' futz, too.
100%.

I'm going back there on Thursday to get paid and see George and Gus, the two brothers I love so much, one more time.
The third brother, the one who I think thinks I'm nuts... I worked with him today and I got a hug from him, too...
I was pleasantly VERY surprised by that....

I was also pleasantly SHOCKED by Nextel. They're giving me service of my own. Without a "first born child"-type deposit, even.
Amazing.

Also, I got the landline shit done for the new place.
Can you believe they don't have friggin' Verizon out there? Adams County is Sprint territory.
Sprint is also merging with Nextel, not that that's doing me any good yet, but still...

Got the Earthlink switched, then, today, I find out I can get it thru Sprint, so I did... cheaper, too.

Got the DirecTV done, too. They'll be there Monday morning.

And, the mail is done.

Now... about the cats...

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Have I mentioned lately that I'm tired?
Nay, exhausted....
That's not necessarily a bad thing, though.
Being this tired and spaced out is kinda making things easier, in that shit's not hitting me too overly hard right now because of it.
Only thing I'm wondering about is whether or not I'm gonna have a huge melt down sometime later.
Gawd, I hope not.
I hope I just get this shit done, get some sleep someday and am okay after that.

One of the few things making me think I will be okay is the fact that I can take alla y'all with me.
Every time I start feeling like I'm moving to Mars or some damned place, I tell myself that Rob and Cat and Paul and Mikey and Maeve and Debbie and ever'body else will still be "here" with me, even when I'm "there".
That helps more than I can articulate.

Bad enough I'm moving to a completely different broadcast area.
All my life I've been in the Philly broadcast area.
Now, I'mina have stangers tellin' me the news, strangers on the radio, and strangers grinning and giggling their way thru "snow as high as an elephant's ass" weather forecasts.

I hate that part.
Not as much as I hate leaving the restaurant, but I do hate it.

The restaurant, by the way, is called The Red Lion. It's in Horsham Pa., right across from the Willow Grove NAS. If yer ever in the area, do stop by and treat yourself to some of the best food anywhere at really great prices.
I'd say to tell 'em I sent ya, but they don't know "Stevie".
Had to be that way, too, or I'd not have been able to vent here about shit like I did.
Y'all know how that is, but still... go there. It's a great place to eat.
And work.
Even in spite of Tommy and his insane sister. She's the one who "can be kinda bitchy sometimes"...
Try 24/7 and for no reason.
Psycho broad.

Anyway, I'm "screening" (cause I ain't paying attention much) The Farmer's Wife again. I need to start doing other stuff, though. Cleaning, packing, smoking-which I ain't done YET since I got home from work, amazingly enough.

I also need to take a few "Pirin" tablets...
My head is startin' to stab at me.

Darrell Buschkoetter's Dad is a bastard.
He treats Darrell like an idiot, which he is NOT.
Man, I hope he's still farming.
I know he and Juanita got divorced and she's remarried, but I don't know about HIM.
And, frankly, he's the attraction here, not her, not the dopey kids... him, Darrell.
If anybody has any clue how he is and whether or not he's still farming, I'd love to know....

Okay, then...
Off to.... do what?
I dunno.
Something de-constructive, I suppose....
I'll be doing the "constructive" part next week, when I'm putting everything back together.

Unless, of course, I just collapse into a puddle of sleep on the floor when I stand up in a minute.
That could happen, too....
I feel like MONTH of the living dead....
And... it's only been two weeks.

Gawd, help me.

Peace, y'all....

Posted by: Stevie at 07:25 PM

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