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Today’s Adventure: Bleach Won’t Cure This Our tale opens in a small, unsuspecting apartment in Madison, Alabama. The second apartment was a one bedroom and good lawd the smell damn near knock...



Not really but the vanilla fudge Drumstick I just ate was really good. Today was only one apartment and we were done in a little under three hours right at noon. On the cruise home I stopped...


The three bedroom today wasn’t bad at all. Only had to do a few walls. Found a butcher knife, some food and condiments still in the fridge, notes from a Pre-K school that the former tenants da...


No elevators at The Alexandria. Apartment one today was on the second floor. Not so bad but making multiple trips by stair carrying heavy ass supplies will tire you out. It was a two bedroom...


Proper entry time. The painting gig isn’t bad. The rent that gets charged for these small apartments is crazy. I need to work on stretches for my lower back and some bending down exercises. ...


October 21, 2024

200 Days

I’m making my rounds of trying to catch up with everyone. I’ll post a proper entry later but I just wanted to mark that it’s 200 days sober today. I’m famished and got ribs on the grill! ✌️ Y...


Kernels, not Colonels. My sleep is off, yet again. So the sun has risen and I’m eating white cheddah popcorn. Yesterday was a housewarming party for my cousin. She bought a house. Good f...


October 14, 2024

Jinkies, It's 4:01AM!

And of course I can’t sleep so I’m watching Boomerang. This theme song, “slaps,” as the children say.


October 12, 2024

Sleepless In Flavor Town

Waking up alone after an intense dream of togetherness… I’ve been fucking depressed all God damned day… “The darkness bleeds its violent sights It purges from within Death, it holds you in its...


October 07, 2024

Affirmation *

Whenever things get crazy, always concentrate on what you can do. Not on what you can’t. -A. Lee Martinez Edit: Blah! It’s 1:56 AM and I got an upset tummy. 🤢 It’s 3:21 AM and I realize I...


October 06, 2024

Try Try Try

I’m in a rut.


October 06, 2024

It's Sunday Morning

And I want a effin’ Chick-fil-A. But noooo they gotta be all down with Christ n shit. I’ve been up all night, still playing Assassin’s Creed Valhalla. Friday my aunt came down so I drove ...


183 days are. October 4th, I am six months sober. From and including: Thursday, April 4, 2024 To, but not including Friday, October 4, 2024 Result: 183 days It is 183 days from the start date...


October 03, 2024

Text I Once Sent

“I like to think I’m an open guy, okay with modern society. But when I go to compliment a gal on her dress and her voice comes out deeper than Barry White’s then something has gotta give! “ 5:...


October 01, 2024

Come On, Y'all!

Let’s do The Madison! Insurance guy got back to me. They did in fact hire an attorney, hammered out all the details, check is in the mail to the other party and just awaiting dismissal. He...


October 01, 2024

Foul Fiends!

I slept through all that shit I was supposed to do ha ha ha. The sofa was delivered, the living room is now straightened. I did call the insurance guy around 3 something. Left a voicemail. I...


September 30, 2024

Vile Creatures

We have cockroaches. I hate cockroaches. My grandma’s kitchen would be a collective dance of the horrid things at night when I was growing up. shudder Got some expensive gel roach killer stuff...


September 28, 2024

Incognito

Redstone Arsenal is shooting it’s Jewish space lasers and affecting the weather again. I’ve been expecting a torrential downpour as an after effect of the hurricane but it’s just been a light d...


September 24, 2024

Strut That Ass

I forgot all about this guy. Only in Huntsville.


Can’t tell if I woke up irritated or has this been brewing over the weekend. I ran out of the mood stabilizer and never got it refilled. That was…a few weeks ago? Today has just been grating ...


September 22, 2024

Sensational Sorts

I just inhaled almost half a pizza. Chicken Florentine from Marco’s, no red onions, half jalapenos for me. It has spinach, tomatoes, grilled chicken and feta crumbles. I slept till almost no...


September 21, 2024

I Am Sofa King Tired

I was in a dead sleep this morning when my phone rang shortly after 9:30. Sleepily I gave a muffled hello. It was the delivery guys. Meant to be up way earlier. This is the latest I’ve slept...


September 21, 2024

170

170 Days Sober


Today was fun. Did some shopping, hit up a thrift store (more books YAY) and went to the theater to see Beetlejuice Beetlejuice. Don’t waste your money. Wait till it’s streaming. Mom bought ...


Book Description

I came on my own volition.
I am the man that got away.

Work -
Tonight I clocked in at 4:30 PM and it was suddenly Wednesday when I worked 6:45 AM to 6 PM with only an hour lunch break and on my feet the rest. I was trying to relieve Logan in the back who was frying chicken both for our loose case and boxed hot case so he could go to lunch. Instead I got mixed with a redneck who wanted a Philly steak and cheese. I made his sandwich to order only to be confronted with the elderly gentleman behind him. He, to this shit. o, wanted a Philly. I was annoyed. Angry. Granted chicken side cooking sucks At least you’re away from the customers. I can, “pretend”, like I’m cooking chicken in the back but dick around for ten minutes, which actually rarely happens. You learn to smile and accept this shit. Made him his sandwich, didn’t stop to ask the next customer if he needed help. Instead, went straight to the back and told Logan to take his lunch, I was taking over, box up what just came up out the fryer and we’re good.

It was just one of those days. People wonder why I get stoned before work.

I.
Am.
Robot.

Tell.
Me.
What.
Is.
Next.

I’m versatile.
Put me in any situation and I come victorious.
Even on the bad days.

So when I go the hardcore bitch mode of my assistant manager on Wednesday after my eleventh hour there. I got irate.

I know she does a job for two.
Her boss/my boss sucks ass.
But fuck....I’m part time.
If you want to bitch and yell about the shit that the full timers didn’t do…bitch to them.
DON’T MAKE ME DO THEIR FUCKING SHIT THE LAST HOUR I’M THERE!
I’ve been working for this slave camp for three and a half years.
I lost my insurance last year due to me being stupid and the store manager catching on. Which is actually a big blessing. I haven’t missed a day in a year.

But I’ve been there for every shift.
Sleep, no sleep?
Fuck it.
Show up for work.
The computer takes over on schedule and now I don’t qualify for our good insurance.
I have to take the government stuff?
OK.
I’m a democrat.
Lifelong.
BUT FUCK YOU OBAMA!
Don’t tell me what to do.
I’ll go another year without health insurance.
I want my good Blue Cross Blue Shield Back.
Make my job give me the hours back for insurance.

People close to me say I need to see a therapist.
After A.A. and an almost check in at rehab.
Maybe I do need anti-depressants.

This is a rant with no one I know reading this.
Its liberating.

I welcome ProseBox into my life.