Howdy people,I have to say at this point I am completely bushed. I cannot bring myself to rise from the comfy, cushy swival chair even to crawl to the couch for some much needed shut eye.
Today was 'Induction Day' at the Golden Circle Cannery For Young Boys In Need Of Large Sums Of Cash! We turned up bleary eyed and in need of a caffine rush, however all we got was some really shitty Lemon Lemon Golden Circle Drink that really should be used as some form of paint stripper.
Three pain staking hours of sitting in a room full to the brim of Cletus the slack jawed yokel really does have a toll on any self respecting human being. Nevertheless it was an experience, and eventually we got taken down to the actual processing plant. On the outside Golden Circle may look like a clean cut cannery, but once inside its seedy underbelly it becomes more like a scene from a Calcutta sweat shop! The majority of the workers are old Asian women, with a fetish for King Gee boots!
They took us into a room, made us scrub up, and then layered us with protective clothing. I felt like I was George Cloony, Jake was Anthony Edwards, and we were in that fucked up E.R.! I seriously felt like running through the halls screaming, 'where losing him, don't die Tommy...liiiive dammit, you want to liiive.' Of course we probably would have been escourted from the premesis faster then George Michael from a public toilet, but I swear its all in the name of fun.
So I sit here waiting impatiently by the phone hoping they will call. Incidently because I am on the internet there call would go straight to message bank. None the less I am waiting with baited breathe, hopeing, praying for my shifts next week.
Toot Toot!!! There goes the money train, stopping all stations to Jake & John's pockets!
Your Only Sunshine,
John Cutter
