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Where to begin?
Mopup after Rennfaire at Casa De Fruta is done.
Morning of Nov1 I was rear ended on the freeway. Impact sped me up 20mph.
Still not sure what hit me. I made my exit from the freeway to get to storage, expecting a dent in the rear.
The Rear of the trunk lid is under the rear window.
The car did what it was supposed to be and I made it unscathed.
Of course Im now on public transportation and thi8s right before Dickens started.
Dad drops me at BART at night, I BART to Fremont, take a bus and then walk last half mile to Amazon.
Financially, Im a mess not having done a tech gig in a year and Amazion having cut Sunrise shift to only 3hrs a day.
I might even be making less than unemployment now. Very bad.
I crash in the break room until morning sort completes when a buddy there gives me a ride home.
This helps alot saving me the cost on the home trip.
If/when i ever have disposable income again, I need to do something REALLY nice for him.
In Sept, we knew that we were across the same bay from last year as Alan Jeffries is back.
A week before build, we moved agaion to the end of the bay placing us at a corner and backing up to Mad Sals backstage.
We have ALWAYS been in the middle, so none of our side walls are externally skinned.
They wanted us to have windows in the side.
We werent financially ready to build more walls.
Fair offerred us some flats with windows.
Then they needed them back because they were for something else.
Same thing happened to the next 2 window flats they provided.
Install, remocve & block, rinse blather and repeat.
Things are doing OK, I guess.
A college theatre bud sent me a pic from several years ago of me running a press.
That was cool.
Saturdays, Dan from Morning sort drops me at West Oakland and i BART to SSF where Sharon & Don pick me up.
For Monday morning, Im burning a shift of leave time and coming home Monday mid day via BART.
I have been crashing on Sharons sofa at 8pm and sleeping a full 12 hrs which is novel.
What brought me to Amazon in the first place was a depressive crisis.
Last week I found myself in the same rabbit hole i was in back in most of 2020.
I was lower than low. It was a lousy way to spend last sat (my 66th).
I clocked in on Sat morning and Wei wished me happy birthday. We share a birthday, same year too.
At 8am, Google assistant also wished me a happy birthday.
Other than that, my birthday pretty much went un noticed.
Alan Jeffries hosted a menorah lighting at his shop after hours.
That was the extent of the festivities on my birthday.
I should add that Sharon wishes i could get to Colma BART at 745 and the soonest I can get there is about 810.
Usually, Sharon gets there around 845. They make ME look absolutely PUNCTUAL!
One more weekend of Dickens and then teardown.
Mopup after Rennfaire at Casa De Fruta is done.
Morning of Nov1 I was rear ended on the freeway. Impact sped me up 20mph.
Still not sure what hit me. I made my exit from the freeway to get to storage, expecting a dent in the rear.
The Rear of the trunk lid is under the rear window.
The car did what it was supposed to be and I made it unscathed.
Of course Im now on public transportation and thi8s right before Dickens started.
Dad drops me at BART at night, I BART to Fremont, take a bus and then walk last half mile to Amazon.
Financially, Im a mess not having done a tech gig in a year and Amazion having cut Sunrise shift to only 3hrs a day.
I might even be making less than unemployment now. Very bad.
I crash in the break room until morning sort completes when a buddy there gives me a ride home.
This helps alot saving me the cost on the home trip.
If/when i ever have disposable income again, I need to do something REALLY nice for him.
In Sept, we knew that we were across the same bay from last year as Alan Jeffries is back.
A week before build, we moved agaion to the end of the bay placing us at a corner and backing up to Mad Sals backstage.
We have ALWAYS been in the middle, so none of our side walls are externally skinned.
They wanted us to have windows in the side.
We werent financially ready to build more walls.
Fair offerred us some flats with windows.
Then they needed them back because they were for something else.
Same thing happened to the next 2 window flats they provided.
Install, remocve & block, rinse blather and repeat.
Things are doing OK, I guess.
A college theatre bud sent me a pic from several years ago of me running a press.
That was cool.
Saturdays, Dan from Morning sort drops me at West Oakland and i BART to SSF where Sharon & Don pick me up.
For Monday morning, Im burning a shift of leave time and coming home Monday mid day via BART.
I have been crashing on Sharons sofa at 8pm and sleeping a full 12 hrs which is novel.
What brought me to Amazon in the first place was a depressive crisis.
Last week I found myself in the same rabbit hole i was in back in most of 2020.
I was lower than low. It was a lousy way to spend last sat (my 66th).
I clocked in on Sat morning and Wei wished me happy birthday. We share a birthday, same year too.
At 8am, Google assistant also wished me a happy birthday.
Other than that, my birthday pretty much went un noticed.
Alan Jeffries hosted a menorah lighting at his shop after hours.
That was the extent of the festivities on my birthday.
I should add that Sharon wishes i could get to Colma BART at 745 and the soonest I can get there is about 810.
Usually, Sharon gets there around 845. They make ME look absolutely PUNCTUAL!
One more weekend of Dickens and then teardown.