EPTFor anyone who read my last blog, you may be wondering how things ended up. Did things all work out? Did things work out with Corry, or did I end up getting my ass kicked by a the steel-toed boot of karma?
A bit of both.
That girl I mentioned? Corry? Yup, we're seeing each other exclusively now. Fuck yeah. Luck +1.
At one of Corry's pool parties I drank way more than my share. I have a new passionate love for vodka. I was somewhere around what can be only labelled as "loser pissed", and I decided jumping in the pool was a good idea. I still had all my clothes on, and while this would normally be alright, it wasn't this time. I forgot to empty my pockets, and my phone was most definitely in there. My Sanyo Katana was fucking invincible. It's taken countless trips out the car window, got run over by a van twice, and even went into a mop bucket full of bleach. As I jumped into the pool, in one motion I tore off my pants and threw them on the grass. No big, right? The phone's survived hell and still worked, so it would live again, right? Wrong. I ended up just leaving my pants off for the rest of the night and wore a towel instead(Which earned me the nickname "Tarzan" because I jumped down a flight of stairs, with my towel loincloth flailing behind me). It happened to storm that night bad. My phone was presented with heavy rain for about 6 hours. Woo fucking hoo. I talked to a friend of mine, James, and he had an extra phone lying around. The next day I had a new phone! It was just an old Samsung m610, but it definitely did the trick... Until the 11th. On my birthday, I was once again loser pissed. Apparently I can't be trusted with technology when I'm drunk, because when I woke up my phone was dead. I've been told that apparently it had a vodka bath. Hmm... Pleasant. I went into Bell to go buy another phone, and found out that I've been with them so long, I have a shit-ton of credit. I can literally get a Blackberry Tour, which is probably the sexiest phone since the Katana, for $100. Bitchin'. Luck went back and forth, despite most of it being my fault haha. Luck -1 +1 -1 +1.
That friend I said was in town needed a ride back to Calgary, but I was still pretty sloshed in the morning after my birthday. He drove my car, and I would just drive back after when I was done sobering up. Foolproof. We get about 300 kilometers out, in a town called Strathmore, and the car starts going fucking nuts; It was shaking like Michael J Fox. He pulls over, and I take a look at what the fuck is going on under the hood. Despite topping up all the fluids before we left, besides making sure everything was good to go before the road trip, the fucking transmission went. Ford Taurus's are notoriously bad for transmissions dying, but this is just fucking ridiculous. I'm way the fuck out of my own city, and I'm sitting there like an asshole in the parking lot of a Napa Auto Parts. I got a tow truck and had the thing towed to the Canadian Tire parking lot, where at least the cops won't see the car and think "abandoned!" and I'll get a towing bill in the mail a week from then. Then I called home and got someone to come and get me. From the time I left Medicine Hat to the time I got back, it was 12 fucking hours. What a day. So now I'm carless, but that could very well change quickly too. Luck -1.
So to top it off, I get some news last week. I'm getting laid off. That sucks extremely badly, considering my car situation. Today I went random places to apply, for absolutely anything, at least until I can get a better one in the future. I went to Home Depot, and I got a job on the spot. I dropped my resume on the counter, and the chick walked up and gave me an interview right there hahaha. Luck -1 +1.
I do believe that puts me on even ground ^^
