Monday, April 4, 2011
Hi Mum, It's Sammy (clone 47 - part 2)
Stupid post. I don't need no stinking bills. It's not like I have a lot of money now.
Now I have even less money. I better work hard, I really need that promotion.
I stopped to talk to Luke McDermott who seems to think he's a real cowboy.
I checked, we don't have any real farms or cattle around here. And Luke is one of my fellow team mates. So who does this guy think he's going to impress?
I wonder how far book learning can take you on that sort of skill? It seems like you need practice more than typeface.
Chatted to Billy while I was at it.
That bite from the Mausoleum is still a bit painful. Warm and tender to the touch.
Single serve only, the fridge is ultra cheap and barely keeps stuff for a day. Even then it's always off tasting.
Maybe I should save some of my pay for a bit more furniture?
Nah, this will be fine. Since no one wants to visit anyway, what the heck would be the point?
I so seriously need to build up. It's the only way I'll get promotions that I really need.
I am improving little by little.
I finally had my first promotion, up to snack hawker.
Why the hell did they put us through so much to get these jobs if selling junk food was all I was going to be doing? Anyone wandering down the street could do this.
It's starting to make me feel feverish. That really can't be good. Practically like my blood is on fire.
Maybe I just need a bit more sleep. I'll turn in early, it will all be better in the morning.
I know this bit is going to shock you. After breakfast, I went ... to the gym.
Yep, a real shocker that.
The coach has heard about my training and he wants me to start mixing the strength work with cardio. I'll have to think about that.
We hit it off fairly well, I'm hoping that we'll get to be gym buddies soon. Working with someone means you have to try even harder.
After paying the bills, I headed for bed.
What the hell?
I feel odd. Very very odd.