2001-06-29 -- 12:55 a.m. I simple cannot find anything to write about, nothing to say. I seem to be at a loss. I can’t find a job it is really pissing me off, I tried at Mijer, Coney Island, another fast food restaurant, and a phone rep possession! But the phone rep has a story behind it! And I will tell it: I get into a shit load of trouble to prepare for this interview, clothes, hair, resume. I had Dustin come in redo the whole dammed thing for this job. I rode my bike to the office complex with Dustin, he should me where the office was. I knocked on the door and out came an attractive young secretary. I asked her if I can apply for the job as a phone rep. She said sure let me get someone. This was a good sign I thought to myself. (BITCHING BEGINS{Pleas remove little children from the proximity of the computer of laptop!}). I move to the back of the room to pick up an application. As this happens I see that they did not give me a pen to write with, so I knocked on the door again and out came a scrawny prik with a neatly trimmed goatee. I ask for a dammed pen and he gives me one, as I am aboot to sit down, he asks a question that I do not want to hear: “Are you 16?” “No” “Well sorry kid, I know it is rough out there, try F.a.r.m.e.r. J.a.c.k.´ at that point all I wanted to do is slam his ass with a chair! Try Farmer Jack, Try Farmer Jack, I know it is rough our there!!!!!!!!!!! Suck my Italian sosage, you blow hole faggot (And I do use the term loosely faggot). Try Famer Jack. I will let Dustin tell the rest of the story to you… %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% Dustin abertrev18.diaryland.com