Paw Prints

Another year, another holiday season spent working a job I really hate. No Xmas dinner, or New Years party, No friends to hang out with, No family time.

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Just boring me alone, then go to work again. Another year later, nothing has changed. I work too hard hurting myself getting blisters for too little money. My chores n projects are still on backlog.

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Unless the economy provides a better job for me I'll be stuck in this situation. Please, Mr Prez Obama, save my ass! Let me have enough money for heat n a job that isin't painful.

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Barak Obama gets sworn in this week, n expectations are so high, I'm sceptical he can live up to the hype within the system we have here.

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My landlord hates black people and is prob throwing a fit over this. His family are such idiots! It is scary to think that alot of stupid, predjuced people are going to make things very difficult for the first US pres of color. If you read here, then you know how scary the Color Spell is...

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I think all the nasty haters of non-whites should be brought back in the next life as Blacks in Harlem!

Graffetti

You got a man?

Good for you!

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I don't know why you people ruin this beautiful place with garbage and spray paint.

I have a collection of all the stupid crap ruining the natural surroundings where I live.

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I don't do graffetti-I just take pics of it. I spend far too much of my free time picking up the trash, because it disgusts me.

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At least this one is red, white, n blue!

It's been there on the beach for over a year at least- The tourists do enough damage, but this was a townee.

Feel Safe?

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I need protection, ...
but I hate wearing seat-belts.
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Add to that list:
I hate motorcycle helmets, bicycle helmets, and speed-limits.
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I have an allergy to Latex, you know, that white rubber stuff. Elastic on clothes, underwear, socks, and yes, I'm even allergic to latex condoms!
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I once pissed off a doctor cuz he couldn't find the latex-free box of gloves he supposedly had. You'd think a doc would have hypo-allergenic office stuff, but they can be idiots sometimes too!
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This dogs dream of a rest-stop island, is surrounded by sturdy posts. But you can see all the tell-tale dings of all the vehicles which managed to miss the bright-red paint job...
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We should all be so well protected!

Work Sux

I bitch about work constantly. I can't stop! It's all I do, the main focus of my life at this time. I don't like the job, but feel trapped into doing it, because it does pay the rent, although not enough to pay other stuff.

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The location is close to home, and so I'm saving fuel-dollars compared to the previous place I worked which was another twenty minutes down the road.

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My hands and feet are blistered. Work has no chairs, it's all moving the feet on a cement floor. My arms and hands spend eight hours moving constantly. We only get one, one-half-hour break each shift. I have to walk 500 feet just to sit down in my vehicle for ten minutes before I have to get back or be late from break.

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After about three weeks, any shirt worn there turns yucky-yellow and smells from the smoky-steam. You can't just go home and plop into bed, because if you don't shower and wash hair first, the bedding will smell like work. (How is that restful?)

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The job economy sux so bad! I have a Bachelor's Degree, but have to do a factory job anyone can do to survive. This is stupid! I work with a professional dancer, and an engineer, all doing crap work! Just because it's all that's available above minimum wage, we are lowering ourselves!

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I wish my hands would stop being sore, so I could hold objects without discomfort to do artwork or play a musical instrument. But that only happens when I get more than one day off in a row, which despite asking for it, they haven't given me since my part of a week vacation last fall. I had to work a year and one-half to get that time off, because they don't allow it during busy season, which was my one-year time to qualify for a paid week.

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Then the manager wouldn't give me the whole week! If I can hang on until year two this summer, I'll qualify for two weeks (In the fall). I doubt I'll make it! I'm so angry at the situation, I don't know how I'll get through until then.

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I need my hands, and I deserve my time off when I qualify for it. I need to free-lance and get more money to survive, and the job stops me with the hand-damage inflicted, lack of successive days off, lack of needed and earned vacation.

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The stupid crap we endure to survive!

(There, I feel better now!)

Where's the Fun?

I need a vacation so bad, it isin't funny!

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This pic off the Key Largo bridge in South Dade Florida was taken on my last vacation trip in December 2001. It is now 2008. The Pirates of the Carribean would be just a smidgen more to the right...

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Fresh oranges were popping off the trees, it was 80 degrees Farenheit. I went to visit some one I had a relationship with back up in the Northeast who was from there. Most of the sight-seeing was done on my own, with the exception of this leg of the 1600 mile drive.

I got a tan in ten minutes, flat! I can still gross people out with the polaroid pic of me I had taken holding two large Boa-constrictors, one blonde, one brown. Alot of people are afraid of snakes. Not me!

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I could've moved there for that person, but they ended up being a snake, after all. My life could be so different, but I'm stuck here in the cold, waiting for something else to finally work out in my favor.

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It's been years since I went to a bar. There's some one who says they love me at work, but I can't afford to mess up that job, and so nothing has happened. I wish I could just take off with them and see how it is to just hang out awhile. That's how you learn who people really are.

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Seven years, and no where near time off from the chill of being alone. Sitting in the dark, playing on this foolish machine, this is the only fun I've got to look forward too!

I need a vacation really bad!

U Didn't Wanna Read It Again

There's a blog I'd read for years, but in the past year they deleted the entire blog contents about five times. Recently, they decided to only keep up one new posting, and disallowing any comments. Apparently all us keeping track of the blog are dweebs for even leaving all those past comments, which no longer exist.
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Then I finally got a bunch of criticizing comments from them against my winning sports team on a post I did. Right after I replied to those comments, this person deleted all his comments for no apparent reason! This delete thing bugs the H--- outa me!
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What they don't know is, I've saved that blog on several occassions, n have the comments they deleted from when I replied using a notepad txt file. I could piss them off so easily by republishing the stuff as html somewhere else...
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Think I'll avoid that trouble tho- for the meanwhile.
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Note: This person is a Leo, who are known to be unpredictably fickle.
As a child, I once had a best friend for months who was a Leo, who decided out of nowhere one day, they weren't my friend anymore, and no longer wanted to spend time with me. I have no clue what happened other than they changed their mind...
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Another Note: reading some blogs can be an entire waste of energy U!

Like What I Post?

Some people only comment when they have a new post they want you to go read. Then, if you don't have time n don't leave them a comment, they get all ticked off.

One such blog-buddy only comments on my other, old blog, about once every ten posts, but then he wants me to comment on every one of his.

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He wants the standard "Yes, man!" compliments, but when you criticize his style or grammar, he gets all bent! What drives me nuts is his use of sentence fragments. Phrases without a noun and verb, objects without an action. Also he refuses to use proper writing grammar with dialog, never using paragraph breaking or quotations so you can understand what's going on in the fiction he produces. Here instead of hear, there instead of they're, bear instead of bare, and he doesn't know the diff, just leaves it up to spell check.

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He writes about angst, death, and missing past loves who don't understand over and over again in different ways, each story almost the same, in different posts. Then, he awaits compliments.

As an educated writer, I want to publicly cut his grammar and language to shreds! He'll never get an editor to accept his very bad use of written language. I want to tell him I'm tired of reading about a regretful dead man who's alone and so self-centered, he can't figure out why love left him! Yesterday he left a negative comment about another blog writer I refered to in my post, who just obtained a journalism degree mcl, insulting an excellent writer!

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Today he did the drill again, yet he believes it is a new tale! Note, the dead guy died differently, but used the same metaphors and symbols and the same theme as most of his other stories.

I didn't have reading time this week, so as I waited to go comment on his writing, he kept leaving me comments, trying to hurry me up! Hello, it's Xmas week, I have NO TIME! I have to work- He is unemployed...I wonder why!

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He thinks he'll make a living off of his writings. There's a long wait ahead for that one- I won't tell him directly what I think. After all, it is Christmas...

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You all have fun while I have to work!