Monday February 16, 2009

Alarm goes off at 10:00 AM. I get up, take a leak, shower and cruise into the kitchen for my coffee. It's day two of no smoking, so it's just coffee today (shit...). I'm in the mood for breakfast this morning, so I toast myself up a few pop-tarts and go to town. Then it's back into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I throw on my white polo and jeans, feed the bastards and I'm out the door.

Work goes by quick today. Nothing really happens, just the same old bullshit. Jill was sicker than hell so of course I questioned her on just why the decided to come in today. Then I proceeded to tell her that if she gets me sick there will be hell to pay. She makes no guarantees so I do my best to stay away from her the entire shift (I can't afford to be sick).

Later on in the shift, we start discussing and laughing about an inside-prank with between the employees which consists of setting one of the coffee timers to go off during the next shift and hiding it so they can hear it but can't find it (pretty dumb and elementary school-esque, but it's kind of funny and keeps morale a little bit high). Jill then tells me that one went off during one of Ryan's shifts and he got super pissed and demanded to know who did it. The fucker even offered a week's worth of free drinks to any customers who had information on who the culprit was (see what I have to deal with?).

This, of course, sparks my interest and I become almost obsessed with the idea of pissing Ryan off and having him lose his mind over not knowing who did it (all part of my plan to slowly, but surely, drive him clinically insane). I find a kick ass spot to hide the timer (I can't even begin to explain what the spot is, it's that good) and I tell Jill that she knows nothing. She agrees to deny everything and I am more excited than a little kid on Christmas Eve. And tomorrow's my day off, so I don't even have to see the motherfucker. Couldn't be any more perfect.

I cruise out of there at my usual 5:00 PM and head home. Once at home, I cook up some leftover pulled pork from the party last night and make some sandwiches for myself. Stin calls me around 7:00 wanting to know if I have an interest in watching a few movies and having some drinks. I assure him that I am always interested in said activities.

Stin gets there around 7:30 and we cruise over to the store to buy some Seagram's 7 Whiskey and cat food. We get back and fix up some 7 on 7's and call our spots on the couch. First movie we decide to watch is a bootleg copy of the new movie Taken with Liam Neeson. I was kind of reluctant at first, but about a half hour into the movie, I was hooked. This motherfucker just owns anyone that comes near him. Just a classic "kickin' ass and takin' names" movie. Very simple and shallow plot, but the action just totally makes up for it.

Stin and myself are very impressed and satisfied with the results of Taken. We fix ourselves up with another round of cocktails and it's time for the second movie. We decide on The Machinist, one I always meant to watch but just never got around to. The movie is pretty fucked up. Christian Bale was phenomenal and almost hard to watch (because he lost so much weight for the role). Overall, the movie was very well done. A little bit of Fight Club mixed with Memento. Once the movie was over, me and Stin both felt like we were insane, so the movie definitely succeeded in making you believe that this shit actually is happening.

Once the movie is over, Stin cruises and I clean up the mess in the kitchen. I head into my room and throw on some shorts. I brush my teeth and chug a bottle of water to prevent a nasty hangover from the number of cocktails that were consumed throughout the night. I'm feeling a little uneasy after The Machinist so I opt for something funny to watch as I fall asleep. I throw on the Spaced DVD that I got from Netflix and pass out after a few episodes.