I look at my blog and I had every intention of doing at least one story a day, but then it’s like “I also meant to read real books every day”. I used to read all the time. Ever since the internet got good, not so much. I think I’m a few chapters into like 6 different books. I just have a hard time focusing now. Well, on reading anyway. It’s like this book I want to finish writing: it’s been what, three years since I started taking notes? The notes and outline are done. All I have to do is write the thing. And i bet I could bang it out in about a month. Because the next part is even harder: getting it published. I have such lofty plans for if I do, like more books, but also moving to Manhattan. Like a good part, not Harlem or Washington Heights, like Mid-town, one of the villages, the Upper West Side, etc.
So anyway, since we last spoke I left what like two jobs? I was working at a shitty job in Wilton, but that didn’t work out. They took an old employee back and left me hanging. That’s fine, the manager is a bitch anyway. It was non-stop work from open to close for $6 an hour. Fuck that noise. I would have quit anyway. Most smart places know to not stress out the drivers with too much side work. Sweeping, mopping, folding pizza boxes, stock the coolers, and that’s it. We risk our lives for chump change, don’t make us hate you for it. We’re there for the tips, not the inside work. So after that job I wound up working at a place in Stamford. I still work there, and it’s pretty cool except the owner doesn’t let drivers take more than one at a time. Lame. Still, some nights in 4 hours I’ve made $100 with tips, so that’s not bad. Plus, he pays daily, which is nice, but the bad thing is he only needs me Friday, Saturday, and Sunday from 5 to 9. It’s kinda far for not many hours and the great tips aren’t consistent. So now I added a job in the Westport area Mon-Thurs night from 5 to 10, possibly 4 to 10. I start that tonight. If it works out I’ll roll into full-time with days and be able to quit the other job. I really like the people at the other place, but I have a LOT of bills and I’m almost 40 (Dec 27th). I need to plan for something else. Like a mall kiosk selling cell phone covers! Yaaaay! I’d be able to work on my writing while I sit there and wait for customers. Those things are like $2000+ a month in rent and there are all sorts of fees and rules, but I’d be my own guy. I like that. I’m tired of this b.s.. Which was another reason I wanted to write the book. I write the book, get moderately famous, write some more books and don’t have to do this b.s. any more.
The Driver (Adam Smith)
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