Contrary to popular belief, I did not make a time machine to go back to 1967 to start guerilla warfare in Bolivia, nor did I get assassinated by CIA backed Nationalists….Anyways with summer fast approaching, people are going about their lives away from school/University, and unfortunately I have become a victim to the jobless coup-d’etat in Ottawa, thus forcing me to go back to Belleville to an old job that I have both despised and enjoyed working at.
Well what’s my job you ask? It’s at this quaint little thrift store located in downtown ‘Vegas called St. Vincent de Paul, where the price of merchandise actually puts companies like Goodwill, and Value Village out of business…Corporate bastards. Anyways, my job consists of going around town in a semi-dilapidated truck/cube truck picking up donations from random places all around the area, it varies from small things like board games, to the larger items like big ass 200 pound sofa-beds made of 1970′s steel. Oh yes, the herniated disks are on the horizon, the job could get boring at times for a person of my intellectual capacity, it also becomes a hell of menial hard labour camp type work. But besides that the job is quite nice, there’s always new “treasures” to look through each day, and it gets me out and about, which slows down the boredom process. (This is me trying to convince myself that everything will be Okay). After working there for two summers I thought to myself that next year, things have got to change…well, things are exactly the same as they were before(joy!).
I guess that it’ll be nice going home seeing some familiar faces and getting some decent nutrition for a change. I’ll keep an update on crazy things that happen though, cause last year, a lot of crazy stuff happened, and I meet a lot of strange people, so that’s entertainment as well.
Yes, my summer will be what I just coined up as “Hell in the Bell”, yes as I write this post, I have resigned myself to pure defeat, knowing that my attempts to become somewhat self-dependent has failed. If you want to know how I feel, the sensation is like flying your B-52 heavy bomber over Hanoi carpet bombing the hell out of the city, killing thousands upon thousands of those commies, then suddenly having your left engine blown up from Soviet made S.A.M.’s (Surface to Air Missiles), ejecting, evading the enemy for days without food or water, getting caught by enemy forces, then spending the next several years in solitary confinement in a POW camp somewhere deep in the jungles of North Vietnam……Yes, those wounds run deep, and sometimes you just got to make the best out of those repeated beatings.
It’s all about the “Hell in the Bell”, and no it’s not Taco Bell….but I can sure go for some Combo #3 from there right about now.
But hey, it’s summer and there are four whole months to squander at my own discretion. Things might turn out awesome. Or terribly shitty, I guess I’ll have to wait and see.
