Temp Agency Worker

Brian's new (and promising?) career: temp agency worker. Thus far I have worked at a tire warehouse pulling various tires off the conveyor belt and stacking them in bins behind me, and at a water bottling plant, pulling gallon jugs of water off the conveyor belt and stacking them in baskets behind me.

my arms are tired



At my various (two) jobs this past week I have met no small number of colorful folk, all of them really nice and interesting. There was a 37 yr old mexican guy from guadalajara who didn't speak english, had 3 kids and a wife in Tijuana, was trying to save up enough money to afford an apartment for them all to live in so the kids could come over to stateside. There was a 28 year old guy who'd just finished a 6 year jail sentence for being an accomplice to armed robbery, and was trying to save up enough money for "some nice wheels". My friend at the present job, 19 yrs old, 2nd generation mexican, birthday in a week, was much luckier with his jail sentence, he only served one year for shooting at some people during a car jacking. His family hired a fancy private lawyer who reduced the term to one year and also took all their money. But his parents don't hold it against him, and he's mainly working so that when his girl gets out of jail in two months he's got some cash to spend on her.

Everyone has been exceedingly friendly and easy to get along with, but I admit part of the appeal is just getting to know people I'd never get to meet otherwise. It also makes for good stories to tell to my family when I come home.

I try to be more normal, slightly dumber (not hard because i'm usually exhausted at these jobs), and practice swearing alot. But really, when I look at the people i work with, I'm the one who sticks out like a sore thumb.

Which makes you wonder, maybe they come home from work and say, "Mom, Dad, you won't believe who I met at work!

"A nerd!"

Life is nice.

epicurean?

I do not have a sweet tooth, I do not appreciate sweet delicitables or even sugar in my morning bowl of cereal, nor do I relish over eating, I eat until I am full. Some people have expressed surprise and even dismay at my inclination to bland foods in moderate helpings, and today a thought occurred to me: what if all my life amounts to is bland tastelessness and puritan moderation.

Actually, the thought didn't occur to me, but I did think it might serve as an analogy and rhetorical vehicle for my next blog entry. Clearly, in this role, it's not the most flashy or eloquent of its kind, but it'll get you there.

Anyways, the point is (or was going to be) that every moment has a unique flavor to it, and whatever you are given, you just have to take notice. Because nothing's worse than a sloppy eater.

Sagacious advice

"always trust the heart of the cards" --Yugio

(I am not sure how sardonic, sarcastic, or mocking I am being)