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So I bet you're all dying to hear about how my first day of work went. Well I'm happy to say that it went quite well. I went in, filled out all of my paperwork, skimmed the rules, quickly asserted my dominance over the whole store, and then made my own rulebook. It was a very productive four hours, to be sure. But aside from teaching everyone who was boss (me), I also learned a few things. Namely, that the pockets in one particular pair of pants that I own, don't work too well as pockets. You see, throughout the day I lost a check I had, a pen, a guitar pick, and a quarter. Now that is just ridiculous. I'm going to have to write an angry letter to Mr. Dickies and have him get to work on designing a more functioning pocket. It shouldn't be hard. Their main function is only to hold things. I shouldn't have to be worried about losing things every time I put something in my pocket. But whatever, the situation with the check is sorted out, and none of the other things lost matter all that much. But the ride to and from work wasn't too bad. And it was pissing rain too. So if it wasn't too bad in the rain, it shouldn't be too bad on relatively nice days. I'll be sure to look forward to blizzards, though. On my way to work, I even ended up giving directions to some people who pulled up next to me. I was not expecting to be able to give directions in Meriden, but it just so happened that these people were headed to the same plaza that I was headed to. It's nice how things like that work out. And driving home was nice too. It ended up coinciding with Anthony calling me to come hang out right around the time I was coming up to the exit that leads to his house. So I headed there, ate his food, and just hung out. I also discovered that Anthony apparently can't help but laugh when people make artificial fart noises. Now I don't know who that makes more immature: the person squeezing his hands together to make fart noises, or the person laughing hysterically at every fart noise. Well considering I'm completely mature, it must be the laughing idiot who is the immature one. Glad we could figure that out. Moving on.

Christian's 21st birthday was spent with people he didn't know. And me, of course. I remember the night well enough, I think. I was at work hanging out with one of the cool managers, and I received a text from my old manager, Shannon (who is the same as my new manager) asking if I wanted to go to some bar in Milford and shoot some pool. Well, hell yeah I did. But I told her I'd only go if I could bring along Christian. It seemed like a perfect way to celebrate Christian turning 21. So I gave Christian a call, and he was down with the idea. So the plan was all set. The store closed, and Steph (the cool manager from before) and me waited in Steph's car for Christian to show up. After some confusion and lots of waiting, he made it there. So we were on our way. Christian and I mostly knew our way there, but Steph insisted on using her phone GPS. And that caused us to get to the bar much later than we expected. I was getting texts the whole trip from Shannon asking where the hell we were. But eventually we made it. Christian flashed his ID for the first time to get in a bar, and then we headed over to the pool table. Shannon, her husband Billy, her friend Cheri, and some dude I don't remember were already well into their game of pool. But they made the effort to greet us, anyway. The waitress came by and I ordered myself a cranberry juice, and Christian got himself his very first beer from a bar as far as I know. He figured that he might as well. It was his 21st birthday, after all. So we all shot our pools, and had a great time. I'm almost positive that I won all of my games, because I'm the best pool marksman around. Billy also ordered a basket of popcorn chicken that came with a delightfully tangy barbecue sauce. It went quite well with my cranberry juice. Well eventually, like all nights do, ours was coming to an end. We were all pool'd out, and it was about time to leave. Before we left, I made a trip to the men's room. This is also the time that the bill for the booze, bird, and billiards came, coincidentally. So somehow I missed out on paying for anything at all. It was the best Christian's birthday present I had ever received.

Of course, I told that story in celebration of Christian's 22nd and a half birthday that occurred last Tuesday. I had it all planned out that way. So it seems my band, Easy Chowder, has been working on some music, lately. I don't want to divulge too many details, but it's safe to say that Kate is quite the poet. And these lyrics she wrote are getting me pretty excited for the next time the three of us are together, and can work on these new songs. So all of you readers better keep an ear out for us. If you like us before we're cool, you can lift your nose to all of the posers! Sweet! Alright. That's enough of that. I have this whole week off from work, because I did such a great job on Saturday. So I guess I'll just wrap this up here, so I can get some sleep. I need to be well rested for a debate I'm participating in for class tomorrow. I get to yell at people who don't think affirmative action is a good idea. Fuckin' racists, am I right? Alright. See you tomorrow, punks!