Nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger, nigger!" Blasting from the speakers of the car in front of New Seasons, on a busy Saturday afternoon. Some lady walking by with her kid made a face when Flavor Flav broke out on my FTP/Oldies CD. "Yes lady, he's saying 'Nigger, nigger, nigger....'" I thought. "Who cares? The point of the song is that he doesn't want to be called, 'Yo Niga.' I hope you teach your fucking kid that." I drove off smiling, but I made sure I pulled away slowly to give the pedestrians the full range of the cultural teachings that Flavor Flav offers. The highlight begins at around the 2 minute mark.
That was Saturday.
Sunday was worse. I woke up around 6am, which is something I do not want to do on Sunday. While I enjoy making money when possible, depending on the job - I ain't sucking dick for cash. The economy here isn't that bad. - I may work on my off days. Anyhow I worked nine and a half hours solid. Starting from 8 am until 5:30pm with two 15 minute breaks I was the world's greatest desk jockey. I had no book, except for the little mini-bible that I went to go get during my first break. And my phone isn't cool enough to look at porn, so pretty much I was stuck for 9 hours plus with me and the bible. It was pretty brutal for the first two hours, until I realized that reading all of Proverbs somehow could keep me awake. As for not even having a lunch, the state of Oregon has exceptions that makes this is legal somehow, and if it my boss gives me crap about working a lot of hours without a lunch break, I'll fight it.
The end result of Sunday compounded with some errands on Saturday was total exhaustion accompanied with pain in my knee. It felt like I needed a full day to recover, so I took Monday off.
This morning on the way to work I put my gangsta rap back on, and went about my business.
Sunday was worse. I woke up around 6am, which is something I do not want to do on Sunday. While I enjoy making money when possible, depending on the job - I ain't sucking dick for cash. The economy here isn't that bad. - I may work on my off days. Anyhow I worked nine and a half hours solid. Starting from 8 am until 5:30pm with two 15 minute breaks I was the world's greatest desk jockey. I had no book, except for the little mini-bible that I went to go get during my first break. And my phone isn't cool enough to look at porn, so pretty much I was stuck for 9 hours plus with me and the bible. It was pretty brutal for the first two hours, until I realized that reading all of Proverbs somehow could keep me awake. As for not even having a lunch, the state of Oregon has exceptions that makes this is legal somehow, and if it my boss gives me crap about working a lot of hours without a lunch break, I'll fight it.
The end result of Sunday compounded with some errands on Saturday was total exhaustion accompanied with pain in my knee. It felt like I needed a full day to recover, so I took Monday off.
This morning on the way to work I put my gangsta rap back on, and went about my business.
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