Reticular Consciousness

Fuck I am tired. I worked a double yesterday. Got home a little after ten last night. Now I have to leave for work again soon to work another double. These two days are going to wipe me. The wine I sold yesterday was nuts though. The longer I was there, the more into "the zone" I got. It may have been one of my best selling days of all time. I was on the ball and everyone was buying what I suggested. I was making everyone spend more money then the budget they gave me when they came in. Seems like I have found my niche as far as sales go. This is such an ungodly time to be up. I can't believe people who are in trades, do this all the time. My brother is a construction worker and he gets up at like five thirty every morning. This being up at six o'clock is murderour enough for me. But I think it also has to do with the fact that I just got home from work eight hours ago. Only got about five hours of sleep. Hopefully it is busy today. It will keep me awake. I am going to get a fuckload of money on this upcoming paycheck though. Not like anyone forced me to take both these extra shifts. In fact no one asked me.

I volunteered. It has also made my days longer because my Grandma is gone so I have to get transportation in and out. I have told you all about my good ol' boy Luigi. He works in the grocery store where my Wine Rack is located. Italian as fuck the boy is. Anyways. Longo's (The Grocery Store) employs a couple of mentally handicapped people to work for them. Or is it feeble minded? or mentally disabled. Or developmentally disabled? Or handicapable? Or retarded? Yep. I think that is the one. Anyways. Luige is a fucking awesome guy. I love to banter. No one banters like a big mouth Italian. Haha. So the story I am getting too with the disabled kid and Luigi. The disabled kid called Luigi a whoore. Not whore. Whoore. With the "ew" sound. I had never seen Luigi get angry before in my life. But he jumped up and grabbed the disabled kid by the throat and told him never to call him that again. I saw the kid apologize to Luigi out of fear the rest of the day. Friggen craziness I tell you. I asked Lou about it later. I told him I called him worse things all the time. Which I do.

As I said, we banter all the time. Yesterday we were telling the other who would be being fucked in the ass. I told him he would be the bitch and I definately would fuck his hairy ass under the table and so on and so forth. Haha. He makes the time go by beautifully. Anyways, he answered and said that him and the kid have a little bit of a past and with me he knows it is just fun. But he doesn't want some retard just thinking he can get away with anything because he is retarded. Lou said he notices the kid pulls that shit so he likes to knock the wind out of his sails. Now I can understand that. But I think grabbing the kid by the throat was a little over board. But who am I to argue? It was very fucking effective. Luigi is in again this morning. We have to work at the same time. So we are meeting in the smoknig section. It is Lou's turn to by the Red Bull's. So we are going to shotgun a couple and smoke. Because he closed last night too. So we know we are going to be similarily tired. I always drink Red Bull and smoke cigarettes with the man. A little after I first started working there, I got him hooked on the shit.

He would always whine about being tired. I told him to get some Red Bull. He would always say he wasn't into energy drinks. Haha. Finally one day he was soooo tired he broke down and had one. He was ripped and wired and full of energy. Haha. It works far better for him then it does me. Now he is always on the shit. Brings me joy. I wish all of you had met this man. Honestly, he is God's gift to mankind. I really fucking love the guy. Even though he grabs handicapable people by the throat. But he is one of the most fun people I have ever been around. I just love Italians period. Send me awake energy vibes today kids. I will need them. Ha! I bet none of you will even be up for six or seven more hours. If you are even in bed yet. Alright. All this time and I haven't had a smoke yet. I will be back with you in a moment or five folks. Alright. Now I feel a bit more awake. Nicotene and caffeine works magic on a tired mind. So does this though. Writing I mean. It takes away the cobwebs and makes me focus. Another reason why I like starting my day with it. Also I have been trying to get into patterns in my day.

This is something I am pretty faithful at doing. If I printed this shit out, it would be novel length. Most of it done since November too I believe. I haven't been a faithful blogger for too long. Last night I had the most delicious teriyaki pork ribs. Fuck. I mean absolutely orgasmic. Luigi always gives me free food from the hot counter. (he works in that department in the grocery store. It is located right beside my Wine Rack.) I also had some great chicken parmigiana. I think I spelled that right. Not sure. Things went well with the District Sales Manager yesterday. As I said too. I was on top of my game in sales. it was nice that that was the case right when my Boss's boss was there. But she already knew we were good due to us winning the highest average sale increase in the district and me having the highest average sale. I looked so gorgeous yesterday too. Yesterday I sold a guy over three hundred dollars worth of wine in one sale. My DSM commented and said I did very well on that sale because I kept upping him and telling him to buy more. To which I replied "Of course. I am more then just a snappy dresser and a pretty face."

Haha. I always get into social and political conversations with my DSM too. She is a smart lady. She can be a bitch. But I chalk that up to her being french. So it is OK. We all know the french are better than us. And prettier. Though this is a frumpy french woman. She shames the good looks the french are known for. I really fucking need some bacon. When I get to work I will buy a a bacon and egg bagel from Mcdonald's I think. Now that I have mentioned it I am really craving it. A red Bull will wash that down nicely too. That on top of the third cup of coffee I am on should rifle shoot me into my day. Hopefully I don't crash before the end of the day. But since when I am at work I am generally always drinknig something caffeinated, I doubt I will crash. Plus I never really experience caffeine crashes. Don't get me wrong, I would be the first one to admit to you that I am like a crack addict for caffeine. But I don't feel burnt out when the effects wear off. I need to get someone around here so I can wake up to coffee, cigarettes, and a blow job. Or sex anyway. That would make my mornings that much nicer.

But I am also too lazy to actively pursue women. They have to come to me generally. or I have to be drunk. Or I have to be in love. That isn't happening anytime soon I don't think. It is against my religion. My religion is logic and rational thought. Well I try to abide by it anyway. But I still do irrational illogical things. But I am disappointed in myself when I do. I am trying my best though. Plus now I am aware when I fuck it up. But I must finish getting ready for work. Intravaneous caffeine drip on the way! Just kidding. moreso just a smoke and some cologne. Hope you all are having a lovely weekend. Remember ladies, everyday you don't blow a willing guy, God kills an unborn child. You know what your duty is. Cheers!