01-04

01-04 – 12:00pm

Today’s my first day back at work after the break. I work at 松戸 Matsudo today, which is the branch I trained at. I always have these odd suspicions about the AT’s wanting to keep an eye on me when they move me around, but I’m sure it’s more just that there are a ton of people who are still on vacation and leave, and they just need me to cover. But why me, from a branch 6 stops and a bus ride away? Oh well. It just makes me nervous to work around both Kerry and Alex. Well, Alex I’m not so worried about, but Kerry, yeesh.
I’m going to keep my normal work attitude though; I think it’s more important to show them that I’m a morale boosting fun having, get shit done kinda guy rather than being intimidated by their presence. Oh, oh, here’s my great line I won’t use when I’m not confronted about my cheerful and jovial attitude: “Why on Earth would I act differently just cause you guys are around? If I were doing my job right, it wouldn’t matter, would it?”
Yeahp. Never gonna come out of my mouth.

“Now, don’t get a nosebleed, don’t get upset, we can’t be naked and famous just yet. There’s a big ol’ dollar sign on the Sunset Strip, and you can send your friend a postcard it, ain’t worth the trip.

Everybody wants to be naked and famous. Everybody wants to be just like me I’m naked… A WOO WOO WOOOOOOO!”

8:30
No Kerry today. Actually, today was pretty chill. Matsudo’s a weird branch because there are a lot of higher level students there, so it was pretty much the complete antithesis of a normal day at Mallage. I taught a bunch of Zone F and G lessons, and had voice. You pretty much couldn’t get further from Mallage, where classes only go as high as Zone E with two exceptions and I never work on the one day there are voice classes.

Oh, and as predicted, I didn’t get to say my super great line.

I am rethinking my opinion on Charlie, who I previously disliked because of his apparent hatred for life in general, but now I’m starting to think it’s just sobriety he hates, which I can relate to on many levels. That, and he’s funny as hell to shoot the shit with while having a smoke, so, he’s ok in my book.

The letters I wrote home should have arrived by now. I wonder what the recipients thought, to get mail from me.

“It’s a lie, a kiss with opened eyes, and she’s not breathing back. Anything but bother me. Nevermind, these are horrid times, wooo…I can’t let it bother me. It takes my pain away.”