Posted on Wednesday, 31st May 2006 by Bull
That’s what I need right about now. And naturally, I’m at work. I woke up tired this afternoon and am still tired. I should have slept ’till 5PM.
But, I woke up at around 3′ish, and did some research on apartments and jobs in Albuquerque. After a bit of browsing through different apartment communities, I found a nice one, 420 sq. feet for around $450 per month. That’s a little over a buck per sq. foot. The floor-plan shows the front door goes into the living room, immediately to the right is a little bedroom. Directly ahead is the kitchenette and the bathroom. Quaint and doable for a guy like me. The apartment features included utilities (gas, electric and water, even trash pickup), a swimming pool, parking, even courtesy patrol at nighttime. I called them and a nice girl picked up. Her name was Kai and she was more than glad to tell me everything they had. I asked her about the local area, about crime rates whatnot. She said there was little to none, the community was adjacent to the local FBI building and it was secluded. You have to drive ¼ mile down the road from the highway. It’s near restaurant row, and a Costco and Sams Club is also in the area. Movie Theater and whatnot is close by as well. I think this place will be perfect. Now, lets hope there will be a room available in August.
As far as jobs go, well, I’ve left 10 different messages today with different companies. Some are around 8 to 10 bucks an hour, with benefits and paid vacation. Not bad, but I take it that these are unarmed positions as well, since those jobs pay a little more for incentive to tote a gun around. Most armed positions are anywhere from 12 to 15 dollars an hour, depending on location and the company. If your lucky, you get on with a contracted company like I’m with right now. Currently I make 16.89/hour but that’s without benefits and whatnot. I’m hoping like hell I’ll hear from this Rick guy soon. He and a few other friends are starting a security company. Supposedly they are in the negotiation stages right now, and there is supposed to be one out in Albuquerque. Let’s hope so. A word not directly from him was the paying range was anywhere from 24 to 28 dollars an hour. Again, lets hope so!
Update 0309 AM:
I just had my very first BSOD on my laptop. I haven’t seen a BSOD in quite a while. They are very rare for Windows XP. It was because the save file for Mount & Blade probably got corrupt, because it’s done it twice since I’ve rebooted. Oh well, may have to start a new save file. I was just contemplating the first time I had Captains Mast. Captains Mast is where you stand in front of the Captain of the base/ship if you get in trouble. This happened when I was 20 years old, in November 2003:
I had just gotten dropped off at my favorite bar, R&B’s, a quaint little bar that featured R&B cover bands on Fridays and Saturdays, and the lady who bartended there never checked my ID. The people who dropped me off sat at a table and began ordering drinks. After I had a Corona, I walked over to the bar and sat and chatted with Mona, the barkeep. After a few more rounds of Corona and starting on my first glass of Jack & Coke, this big Hawaiian sat down next to me. We began chatting, exchanging work stories and whatnot, and this led to buying each other drinks. I began to get very inebriated. Mind you, I’m a social drinker, and I’m also a happy drunk. I never have any real reason to drink. This is the point I usually stop at and go home. But I was having a good time and kept getting me more drinks and I bought him more. Well, he suggested we go to another bar down the street. I explained I didn’t have a car to go in, but he said his was in the little parking garage next door. So we stumbled to his car, and not knowing how we got there safely, arrived at the other bar (name of bar is a bit fuzzy). This is where my memory begins to skip, as if the director of my life had been drunk while filming this and began clipping things out. I remember at first going in, and sitting and watching all the people dance. I realize this is mostly black people, and they’re jamming to rap music. I didn’t mind this, and went and found my new buddy (Yes, that’s it, Laffo was his name), and sat at the bar with him again. Well, I believe after my 10th Jack and Coke there, is where all the bad things happen. I’m suddenly outside and I remember this black guy punching me in the face. I’m on the ground and I see Laffo taking his shirt off. Then I remember running. Then, grabbing a chain link fence and yelling at the early morning sky. Then, I’m in a hospital room, and I’m flailing all over the place, five different people on top of me, trying to hold me down as I scream bloody murder, then I’m out again and I can distinctly hear a male saying “OK, he’s out.” Next thing I know, I open my eyes, look down to the foot of the bed and see three people from my chain of command, looking at me. Obviously they had been calling my name; I don’t think they would have just stood there. As I got up my ribs complained of pain, but they weren’t broken. I had to blow my nose and when I did it was full of blood. And I realized that my command didn’t give a jackshit that I had almost gotten killed, but instead were more worried about my underage drinking.
I would later find out, through Jack, my supervisor and the Police Report that I had requested from HPD (Honolulu Police Dept.). A cruiser had been patrolling the area of the bar and had come upon me, lying 200 yards away from the bar on the side of the street, blacked out. After I didn’t respond to verbal commands, an EMT was called and I was sent to Tripler Army Medical Center, where they stitched my eye lid and cleansed my alcohol ridden body. During this blackout, I semi-consciously had woken up while they were tending to me. To my subconscious, it could only remember being attacked, so when these people were over me I had begun to fight. Apparently, I had kicked a nurse so hard in her chest that I sent her skidding across the room. They could have pressed charges, but I guess because of the state I was in they excused it. That was not me, it was my subconscious in survival mode. They had actually put restraints on my wrists and ankles to keep me from moving. I had actually gone back and tried to find that nurse by asking others, but no one knew of the incident. I had wanted to apologize to her in some way, but it had never happened. Amazingly though, I hadn’t lost a single dime, I still had my wallet on me, and my cell phone had been laying right next to me on the ground. The only thing I lost that night was my glasses (why I had gotten a big cut over my eye from the punch), and some dignity. I lost my E4 after Captains Mast, and was earned 30 days extra duty every day. I had only been E4 for not even two weeks.
The only other time I had blackouts after that was on my 21st birthday. But there was a considerable difference that time: I had FRIENDS with me! Actually, ha! I don’t remember doing this, but after I had drunkenly signed my credit slip, the barkeep had playfully asked for her tip. “Tip??? Fuck the Hawaiians!” I blurted out, and my friends immediately jumped up and began to escort me out saying “OK, let’s go! No really, he doesn’t mean it, he’s drunk,” one of my friends explained to an angry patron who had just gotten up to retaliate against my remark. But after that, I had been extremely happy on the ride home, and when I was put in my bed in the barracks, Desiree had washed me off and tucked me in. I haven’t been that drunk since, and actually haven’t done a lot of drinking since I got out of the Navy. Oh geeze, I’ve written another book!
That’s all for now, I might watch a movie here in a minute, and try like hell to stay awake. Signing off
-Bull
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