I went to the Night Ranger concert. It was as good as you can expect a normal Night Ranger concert to be.

My travel choice left something (everything) to be desired. There is something about a guy not being able to read traffic signs at night, failing to make correct and sixty-miles-per-hour-fast decisions based on the information provided after I read the signs that made me pray for that booster button K.I.T.T. of Knight Rider fame used to have. Crucial directions were mumbled without conviction or confusing directives were issued:

"Did you mean straight ahead or turn right?
"Er, go on, turn right straight ahead"
"Where?! Where?!"
"Erm, sorry you missed the exit, but you can take any exit ahead and do the same..."
"You lied, you don't know where we are going."
"I'm sorry I can't see at night"
"Ask for directions!"
"To whom?"
"Well I see a security guy and a hydrant, ask the hydrant and see if the security guy answers..."
"We are going to be late, the show starts at 9 and it's 8:30."
"Right now, if I were you, I would worry about getting there alive..."
"Oh, relax, you are driving fine, we won't have an accident..."
"Who said anything about an accident?"

Today I will go to the Night Ranger concert. Don't laugh, it's one of those can't-get-out-of deals that I find myself in sometimes. I don't feel particularly keen on leaving Mayaguez at 2 pm, spend 5 hours in Plaza and then 2 hours at a place I have never been in. It is in the Arena Pier 10 and I don't have the slightest idea how to get there. Maybe I will need the 5 hours to get back from Vieques or Culebra. The guy who is going with me is an eighties kind of gung ho guy that will probably get strangled somewhere after the Buchanan toll if he doesn't stop raving about how the 80's were the coolest, and we should all kill ourselves because the world is getting worse and young people don't appreciate good music. I love the eighties, too, and the operative word here is TOO. I can appreciate newer music and not go on an elitist trip of denial. The eighties died 14 years ago, pray for them and move the fuck on. I've got a Disturbed CD here that proves my point. You can always find those Greatest Hits compilations for sale at Sam Goody's.

The magazine deal has not fallen through yet. They are hammering out the money details and I am hoping that my boss doesn't get too greedy and makes all of us lose out on this opportunity.

If you checked that monster link I gave earlier you will notice a contact email. That guy is my boss' boss, one of my main detractors. Yesterday, his wife got fired. From OfficeMax. She was the top sales rep at Plaza. No details on why. I could not help feeling wildly, raving, enthusiastically vindicated. My boss is very, very superstitious. He actually keeps a Marie Laveau tourist souvenir I gave him on an altar with lighted candles and asks favors from it. I looked him right in the eye and told him: "Nobody fucks with me and gets away with it". I think I have put the fear of God in his little soul...That is always fun....

Hell of a week... The magazine deal fell through so I don't have a safety net to fall back on. Also, I found this on monster.com:

OfficeMax offers great benefits and competitive pay in a fast, FUN environment.

I check monster.com all the time and look what pops up. My fucking job is for sale to any nutjob as desperate as me. Really galling and infuriating...

The thing I hate most in the world is to be taken for a fool. It amounts to treason, betrayal of trust and is the primary cause of kitten and puppy deaths in the world. The second thing I hate the most is to be taken for a fool and then act like they haven't. I am routinely being introduced to people as the sales supervisor, the manager assistant, etc. I am waiting for the damned calendar payout to bail.

My good boss told me that a San Juan magazine wants to set up shop in the western part of the island. He is their local contact and considered me for the page layout and art design job. I will meet with him and see what moves must be done on the chess board.

Lorenzo Homar has died. RIP

Wondering if I should be worried when my statistics professor drops lines in class like: "As Jack the Ripper would say- Let's do this by parts"...

If my boss were to take a quizilla personality disorder test, he would be an extremely avoidant personality and a compulsive pathological liar. Still waiting for the axe to drop, taking its own long time.


You are Form 4, Gargoyle: The Fallen.

"And The Gargoyle mended his wings from the
blood of the fallen so he could rise up from
imprisonment. With great speed and
resourcefulness, Gargoyle made the world his
for the taking."

Some examples of the Gargoyle Form are Daedalus
(Greek) and Mary Magdalene (Christian).
The Gargoyle is associated with the concept of
success, the number 4, and the element of wood.
His sign is the new moon.

As a member of Form 4, you are a creative and
resourceful individual. You are always
thinking of possible solutions to problems you
face and you generally choose one that is
right. Much of your success comes from your
ability to look at things a little differently
than everyone else. Gargoyles are the best
friends to have because they don't always take
things for face value.


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I really don't know what I will do. Wait until they pay out the calendar bonus and get out of there. Maybe beg at the newspaper for a job $6/hour. Beg at a local press shop for a graphic designer job. Freelance. Rent my house. Stop reading new books. Pirate music. Stick voodoo pins on three dolls. Continue studying. Conquer the world. Fuck them, but not in a nice way...





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