it's one of those funny years so there's 29 days in february, just thought i'd let you all know. of course i shouldn't even know what date it is because for one, i never do and for another, all of my calendars are stuck on feb 24, which was last thursday, it's almost this thursday, maybe i'll change them again then.

last night at work i went to make a delivery to the motel 6. i had 4 deliveries to motel 6, either the one on military or the one on military and 188. i hate motel deliveries. i took one and it took 2 years to find the room because this particular motel 6 requires that you park somewhere then get out, walk into the hotel thru the one door that's open, then walk thruout the hotel, no motel, whatever... walk thru it following the signs that are only partially helpful, it's like a freaking maze in there. i finally found the room and then the customer asks if i brought change for 100. like hell i did.

pizza people don't carry that much money, that's like asking to lose 100 dollars. we're really not supposed to have more than 20 on us. i happen to carry my tips with me as well, but i only get cents per oreder so it's not like i've got a whole bank in my pocket, i'm lucky if i have change for a 50 on a 20 dollar order. the stupid thing was, these people had ordered from us the night before and had the same problem. why they didnt' tell the phone guy they needed change, i'll never know. i mean, if you call and say you need change, we can bring change, but we just don't have it.

so i had to walk back thru the maze with one of the people a jada pinkett-smith look alike cept ghetto, who kept saying she was getting ready to pass out and she didnt' know whose shoes she had on. all the way to the front desk. jada walks into the lobby, comes out swearign about stupid bitch would have change if i was paying for a room. "i know she has the change cuz i just paid her for a room last night"

back thru the maze up to the room. the 5 of them can't scrape up 19 bucks to pay for their pizza, but they really want it because they're starving. there's a bp behind the hotel, they're gonna go buy cigarettes and get change. they want me to take jada. noooooo!!!! and besides, it's against company policy. so she and the one guy has to walk, i have to wait. so i'm sitting here in this dingy little room with a black chick, a white chick and one in between who looks kind of like the lead singer from four non-blondes, except fatter, with nappier hair and with a moustache. okie so maybe she doesn't look anythign like the 4nb's singer. so the white chick lights up a cigarette while the moustached one starts petting and playing with the black chicks hair while whispering god knows what into her ear.

oh that was after she made the call to some guy who "wouldn't be fuckign his wife for 2 hours" to ask him to wire her some money so she can get some food and cigarettes for the 3 hours bus ride home.

so; as i am sitting there, the two crack ho lesbians are getting more and more cozy on each other and i'm like praying the other two get back with the money before they actually kiss or something. i've got nothing against similarily sexed people getting it on, as long as i don't have to watch. i mean, if they were somewhat decent looking, that might be a fun way to pass the time, but NO! i'm really just kidding about that.]

FINALLY jada and her friend get back with the change and i make a whopping 60 cents off the order. at least it saved me from having to prep pizzas though.

the other night i was down at hbgds, watching LS&TSB (again, it's really funny) when all of the sudden, scary guy tells me to stop moving my feet because they were distracting him. huh? i was barely even aware of the fact that my feet wre moving in the first place. second, who the fuck? then he suggested that i tie them up with a rope. \/\/

scary guy really is very scary. i can't really explain that, it's just one of those feelings i get from him. bropo says he's cool, but i dunno about that. i think i should just stay as far from him as possible.

sometimes i don't wanna go to work. well, i like work, i just don't especially enjoy delivering. this concept may be hard to grasp seeing as my job is to deliver and it is in fact my primary duty. well, whatever. it's just really crappy and i find it hard to get happy and excited at the prospect of going to some customer's ghetto apartment for the whole 3 cents they're gonna give me. i think we should charge a delivery surcharge of like $3

i wouldn't mind so much then.

i'm gonna go away now.