Times have been good in the past few days. I ventured north once again on friday to go to Dave's for the weekend. Friday night was my hick initiation--I not only attended the redneck infested Troy fair, but also experienced the excitement of the Demolition Derby! I'm not gonna lie, it was fun times. The torrential downpour on rain made the track nice and muddy, which I think definitely spiced things up a bit. We had a mini party of sorts later on that night, but it wasn't anything crazy like the previous weekend. Heh, on the way back to the cabin from making errands, Amy started off the delinquent spree by snagging a road cone from the highway (which is her thing, I'm told), and then I spotted my personal prize--a giant sign for Subway. We were grossly unprepared to snag it, which I discovered when I approached the sign and made a ridiculously feeble attempt at pulling the sign off of it's post. The sign is screwed into the wood, so we felt pretty confident we'd get it next time. Woke up Saturday and we basically farted around until about 4 or so before we got up and actually went anywhere. I somewhat experimented with my first bender. I'm no lush, but purely for the hell of it, the first thing I decided to consume was a girly bottle of Bacardi silver, after which Dave and Amy decided I should be gone most of the day. So, 3 shots of rum followed that, and not too long afterwards we headed to Vinnie's in Troy for some excellent pizza and stromboli/calzone. After that we drove to the coolest place for college kids to be--Wal-Mart Supercenter. We farted around in that place for quite a while, even stopping at one point and sitting on their interesting bean bag chairs, in the aisle, and just sat there and had a conversation. Heh, it was fun times. After we picked up some grenada and tonic and other things, we stopped at Dave's house to try, and succeed, to get the bottle of Vodka from his mom. After we sat there and a few random conversations transpired, the most awesome hot drink was introduced to me. Hot chocolate with Khalua tastes so unbelievibly good. After tasting that and eventually scoring the bottle of Skyy, we left on the quest for the giant Subway sign pt. 2. Dave and I approached the sign with a screwdriver, but neither of us could muster up nearly enough torque to even budge a screw. Once again we were foiled, and realized we needed one of those power screwdrivers to get the job done. After our defeat we went to the store to pick up some red bull, whipped cream, then hot chocolate, french vanilla creamer, and something else I'm forgetting. We went back to the cabin and I watched Spirited Away, which is a really good anime film. I understand why it won so many awards. Dave started making some drinks towards the end of the movie, and we continued upstairs while listening to Dane Cook and laughing our asses off. We drove down to Wil Po to bring me home on Sunday, and Amy kindly started the process of installing Linux by partitioning my hard drive, but because of the thousand restarts and scan disks and defrags, they had to leave after a couple hours. Naturally, after a good weekend, something shitty has to happen. For some reason, my cd-rom drive took a crap. I had to bend a paperclip and poke the hole under the tray to force the disc out. If that wasn't lovely enough, I realize shortly after that neither of my drives are working, and they don't even show up on my computer. After attemtping a system restore and various other typical troubleshooting things, I ended up calling Dell to try and figure it out. Well, after talking with Apu for over an hour, and working around inside my computer, I finally figured it out. Both my cd-rom and my dvd combo drive are connected to the motherboard through the same ribbon cable, so since something was/is wrong with the cd-rom drive, it caused the other drive to not work as well. Once I disconnected the ribbon cable from the cd-rom and left the second drive connected, that drive showed up and works fine. Funny thing, too, is that Dell would typically send me a new cd-rom, but my warranty expired the end of June. Oh well, at least the good drive works.

Today was surprisingly a good day. I went to the Hepburn St. DG to work today. I wasn't too into the idea at first, but then I figured it'd be a day without Karen. Sure enough, when I get there, Karen's outside with some of the other people, so I'm thinking to myself "fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck". However, after we go inside for a bit, I see Karen leaving, and I automatically say, "My day just got a whole lot better", which made the other people around me laugh. I ended up working with Sean from the south side store and then some other people as well as Valerie, the manager from Jersey Shore, and the dist. Manager John. The day went by really quickly. Lunch was so awesome; I went down the plaza to the Chinese place and had Lo Mein and a cup of Wonton soup for $3.45. I walked out of there full; you can't beat that. I ended up working 8 hours today (which is almost a first), and both John and Valerie complimented me on working hard and doing well, and Valerie attempted to call Karen, but ended up having Sean and me working at the Hepburn St. store again tomorrow for 8 hours, instead of the retarded 2 hours I would've had with Karen. When John and Valerie complimented me, I said something to the effect of "yeah, it's amazing what a little employee morale will do". It was funny, everyone hates Karen and can't wait til she's finally out of there on friday. The only bad part of today was cutting the crap out of my fingers with a cardboard box that slipped. Papercuts are one thing, but being cut by cardboard hurts like a motherfucker. I came home and had a message from Jamie at the Radisson, asking if I wanted his hours on Friday because he can't work, so naturally I jumped on that that a hobo on a ham sandwich. 3 hours of work at the Radisson is equivalent to about 12 hours of work at DG, as far as the pay goes. I was slightly worried that I would no longer work at DG on friday (and therefore miss the opportunity to yell at Karen on her last day), but I'm scheduled 9-noon at DG, then 2-5 at the Radisson, so I'll definitely harass the shit out of Karen. It'll be so awesome too, because what can she do about it? Both the district manager and the next step down commended me for being a good worker, and they hate Karen, so if Karen would say something, or better yet, fire me, I'm sure they'd give her a big Fuck You and I'd still have a job there. I can't wait.

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