Heinrik Hiramatsu;12:10pm
April 14, 2008there was a staff meeting at work today. mandatory for all employees to go in early, like 10:30am to train on something. AIDS/HIV, first aid, outlook, excel, whatever the managers see fit we need to learn while working with the community of under-educated, under-priveleged, and under- everything. i’m pretty sure it’s part of one of their grants. i really don’t think they give a fuck one way or another.
but i skipped it. didn’t feel like going in today. i’ll go in later. i got it going like that. and if any of my co-workers read this, they’ll probably think, what a dick. who the fuck is this fool? or fewl? or fuel?
and i’ll simply say, i’m the dude who’s got more scars under his button up t-shirt than my pretty exterior could ever indicate. hell and oblivion, i’ve seen. meh, i’d say. somehow, i’m the guy who is still alive to tell some sort of story about how it was. i asked God a couple of days ago, why me? why not someone better suited? someone way more clever and smarter and tougher? and you know what he said? yup. absolutely nothing. he’s a funny dude, that God is.
that’s the guy i am. the guy who’s earned enough overtime to miss one staff training meeting.
i think i’ll take you up on that offer. i don’t like heat at all. 100 degrees this weekend almost killed bill and cookie on the drive home. i think maybe chicago during the summer might be more breezy temperature wise, in the least. an awning and some portable grilled hamburgers counds good. some beers. celebration in the least of still being alive.
actually, here it is. i give you my word. i’m headed to chicago this summer. flying solo or driving in a caravan of old undeniables maybe mixed in with new ones. there’s my word. i’ll see you at that lake. we’ll take a ride on the L to some pansy place to shop for your wife and whoever the fuck i’m fucking that month. we’ll write about shit like crap and publish it on the internet. we’ll make millions.
ha! training ain’t never done, eh? but at least, application of past lessons are getting fun.
cheers.
you forgot to mention about that exercise we did. we have to write a letter to someone (anyone) to tell them we had HIV/AIDS. a bit morbid, but made you think about who you would tell, and who you wouldn’t.