i am jack's withered sense of accomplishment

--previously--

9:14am
Pump the gas

9:25am
Passerby's never seem to notice a white van parked in a lot. It's much the same way they never notice a guy carry a clip-board wearing a blue collared shirt. They pretty much let that guy go about his business because where ever it is he's going, it must be important. He Looks very official.

9:32am
Free Cell is my bitch. Gotta love the company laptop.

9:35am
You can't fake it with Free Cell. I mean, your mind has to be free and your chi has to be focused or else free cell will FUCK you up. And then you know what you got? A shitty statistics page. Think about it, if you want to maintain an 80% success rate, you have to pull off 4 wins per every 1 fuck-up. I think i need to put the free cell away before i hurt myself.

9:45am
i'm parked at a Mobile Station on Washtinaw St. in Ann Arbor. apparently there are no fire alarms or clock systems in the greater detroit area that need attention of any kind at this particular moment and as a result, I'm left with nothing more than passing traffic and my thoughts to pass the time. The only thing worse than a job that leaves you less than satisfied, is a job that leaves you unsatisfied with plenty of time to think about how you ended up where you are.