So today I was suppose to work from 10 AM to 2 at LoBill and my supervisor calls me at 8:30 AM to inform me that they didn't need me to work "at all today" because of the rain that Richmond is getting today. So I thought okay whatever. But this was my 4 hours that I get all week. Also my dad calls me later today and says that I can work this weekend for $270. All I have to do is keep DiGorno pizzas stocked at the new Kroger Market PLace that is having their grand opening this week. And they made the mistake of running the $5.48 DiGorno 4 for $5. Major savings for the customer and $200 for working 20 hours. Yay. One bad thing about the rain today is that my car's moon roof is kinda broken in the back part and so it leaks a little. Going to put that $200 to good use on Monday.

ttyl

Eric

Boring weekend for me. Going to a store meeting for Pac-Sun on Sunday to hear about new stuff with Pac-Sun. Kinda cool I guess. Going to wash the car today too. Paid off my student loan last Wednesday. Other than that, pretty boring weekend.

I stumbled upon this from emorocker320's Xanga entry

A Nice Guy's Lament

And why they'll (we'll) never, never, never score.
This is dedicated to all the "Nice Guys" who never get anything more from girls than a river of tears...

Ladies, we need to talk. We're the nice guys, the guy friends you turn to when the hottie from South Quad shatters your sophomore heart all over the Theta Xi dance floor, when "boys suck" or when he doesn't understand that living in different area codes does not constitute cheating. We've dried your tears, listened to you whine and told you it was all going to be ok. Well, we're done fitting the "Nice Guys Finish Last" stereotype. We've gotten together and decided on a few things:

First, we are sick and tired of listening to you cry, and simultaneously losing out in the girl department. How many times have we listened to you mope about finding "a nice boy who will treat me with respect," when we're standing here in front of you? Oh yeah, that's right, because you wouldn't want to "mess things up." That's the biggest bunch of crap we've ever heard. Maybe if we were as muscled and refined as Mr. Frat Boy, you'd give us a second look. Well, you know what, missy? Not all of life is like a soap opera. How long do you expect us just to sit here and listen to your life tragedies and not fall for you? Are you that blind? We are sick of being just another "girl" friend.

Secondly, cut the crap. We know what you mean; if you want us to go away for a while, tell us so. Don't lie and say it's "girl's night out." This is crap, because the minute you see a hot guy, you're suddenly "on the prowl." At least we guys are straightforward: we're either "on the prowl" or playing poker; those are our two modes. Also, if you don't like us, say so. None of this "Let's just be really good friends" malarkey; this translates from girl language to, "I'm sorry, but you're just really ugly." If we don't ask you on a date, it is because we are intimidated by you; don't make us any more nervous or anxious by rushing to be our "friend" when we like you.

Finally, if the guy you are with is treating you like crap, LEAVE HIM. I know you don't want to because he is hot, in Beta, and has the "prettiest blue eyes," but HE IS A SCUM BAG. You need to wake up and see that he is a jerk. He will not get better. He will not change. We are experts in empathy (reading people), and know that people, for the most part, do not change. If he stands you up routinely, yells at you, or cheats on you, he ALWAYS WILL. Just as he will always do these things, you will always go back to him. It is like clockwork. He will effectively own you, and treat you badly, and we will cry for you because of it. Please do yourselves (and us) a favor, and let him go; don't save this one. I promise you, he is not THAT cute, and the sex is not THAT good. Nothing is worth getting hurt, and we nice guys really want to affix our steel-toed boots to their skinny Abercrombie asses.

All told, we want nothing more than to show you what a "good" guy is like. You know that good guy your girlfriends tell you about. Well newsflash, ladies WE ARE THOSE "GOOD" GUYS. You are dealing with an untapped resource of quality date material, and we think we deserve our chance. You can't deny it; you always tell us how sweet we are, and how "romantic" our ideas are. Stop trying to hook us up with your peg-legged cousin from Timbuktu, we are friends with YOU, we want to show YOU the good time we can.

Unlike Mr. Muscles, we don't like you because your halter top is tight, and you looked nice under the strobe lights. We know the inner you; we know everything there is to know about you. Your innermost secrets have been shared with us. So we don't have the best dance moves and can't bench 250, so what? Who knows you better than us? Who can you trust with everything? That's right, ladies, us. The Nice Guys. The "boys." This ultimately leads to the question, what are you doing Saturday night?"

My job at LoBill's sucks. I had asked to get more than 12 hours for this week and when I asked the assistant Manager what my schedule looked like on Friday because the take home schedules were not made yet. He said I worked every day but the day I asked off for, Monday (Orthodontist appointment). Sunday I get the finalized schedule and Thursday had been whited-out. That gave me a "grand total" of 12.5 hours. And to top it all off, today just before my break I find out that tomorrow I loose the extra half hour. So I have had more than a months worth of 12 hour weeks. I hope I get better hours at Pac-Sun. At least 24 hours between the both please. Paying off my college bill will get me closer to getting a better car.

Speaking of my car; I am going to Meineke to get my exhaust worked on again. The exhaust pipe is sagging right in the middle of the car. Probably from going too fast over some hills I know about, lol. Good times. I may have a brake fluid leak in my right rear break that is causing discoloration of that quarter panel and the rim that surrounds it. I had already replaced the rim it ruined and its working its magic on this rim too. Did I mention to you before that I hate bugs? Can't they just mind their business and leave me alone and try to dodge my windshield?

German Power!

Eric

1:57 PM

Today is my interview for Pac-Sun today at 3:30. Wish me luck.

**Update 8:39 PM**

Got the job, start Monday with orientation. It took an hour and a half for the interview with two other guy applicants. Said they're only hiring for their back to school season but two permanent jobs will be opening up after to I have to compete with these guys to get the real job. Josh and Scott are their names but they are both 17 so I have the over 18 advantage I guess.

Picture ideas for my car

In the rain, dusk, sunny day right after wash, doing a donut or 180, and figure out how to burnout in it. Leave comments if you want to see one of these or if you have safer ideas.

German Power!!

Eric

I know I haven't posted in a while but here's a new one. I have since replaced the factory antenna with one that I took off a wrecked 300D. It now is a functioning power antenna. I also took the hood release lever from that car to replace the one that wore out in my Benz. I am thinking of going over to that same place today to see if they can figure out the problem with the tank. I believe that there is something in it preventing the car to gain speeds over 50 mph after it gets close to half tank. So I maybe taking the tank from that wrecked 300D now too. I am thinking of asking for the tries and rims too. They're not corroded or as used as mine look. Plus they have the original Michelin tires on them. I even hope that this 300D was a Turbo Diesel so I can salvage the turbo off and put it on my 4-cylinder diesel. That should solve my acceleration problem for sure. All in all this car has lasted about 25 years and it's still kickin' and I hope it kicks for a long time.

German Power!!

Eric

P.S. If your going to read my entries at least you could leave me a comment.