A thounand, obvi

I worked at a new bar & a DPW scammer kept calling, "you're past due, someone's on the way to turn off your power unless you give me a credit card number right now" and I would panic, plead for help, & give them any number but a credit card number just to waste their time

I have my towel ready

In high school in '93 we were told it was imperative to complete a mile in 13 minutes or less & brought out to the track in November. This kid Darren had no coat, put his arms down his sweatpants & took an hour to walk it. The teacher made us stay late till he was done & Darren was my new hero

Breakfast sausage patty (pork, salt, black pepper, sage, paprika, garlic/onion powder), a folded square of scrambled egg, American cheese (aka "pasteurized processed cheese food").All this between 2 pancakes, themselves full of little globs of maple syrup.

Truly unholy, and fucking delicious

Now it's 5 and usually I would've used this time to do nyt puzzles but shit y'all

I support calling out Mitch McConnell on how Kentucky gets money from states like California that they should be using to line the hills with windmills and solar panels fuck it I'm on one tonight

Lol people been saying that shit over a vodka soda at the neighborhood bar, I can only imagine what they say at the private restaurant jk don't have to imagine I used to hand them food up in they sky tower huts

Thank you

Hello

I don't know what to do but keep getting up and coming to work. Which reminds me, I need to count these drawers down now or I'll be here til 5 but I'm just getting to it now cuz I needed to be here for a couple regulars who needed to pour out their grief. This shit is rough. Tell someone you love em

I'm just working at a bar, pouring beers and shots and all that. I'm lucky to have it & i love my job & my community & for the first time in a long time I dread going to work cuz when I ask someone "you good?" they say no but i mean do you need a drink and they're thinking of their grandma's house

I'm drained. My regulars keep thanking me for being here, but I feel like I don't deserve it. I've personally lost nothing. I'm tired and coughing. What I've experienced is nothing compared to those who've lost houses and cars and things. But I'm here. It's brutal. I wanna scream. I cry alone a lot

So many people letting off steam, asking me so seriously if I'm ok. Cuz they're not ok. Family homes for generations, lost. I feel guilty cuz I haven't gone to any of the relief centers. I'm angry cuz fuckers like Caruso are using it for political attacks. I'm sad and numb and I feel useless.

Came back the next day cuz I was scheduled to work. Air was bad but I was ok, my place was ok. I wanted to be there for the community. And I am here. What I didn't expect was the outpouring of grief. I've been soaking it up since Thursday and it isn't over. It's a lot to take. So much loss. And fear

When the fires started, I waited til the evacuation zones got to within less than 2 miles of my apt and I decided to go to San Diego for a night, this past Wednesday. Lots of smoky air, ash falling, had to take part of a tree off my car cuz of the high winds. I got some sleep that night.

The fires here have fucked us up. My apartment is ok, I'm physically ok. But the people in my community are grieving, and I've been working to serve them. A place to go, to get some drinks, to reach out and touch somebody, as a fella once said.

I don't know if I'm doing this right to make a thread but also who gives a shit. And don't worry, I clocked out already cuz fucking hell, 3:33 is late as fuck to just be getting to the money and I feel guilty so I'LL DO IT FUCKING LIVE

I'm just sitting down to do the money this late cuz I do not fucking care how long anything takes me tonight. Usually I do, but this week has been, and continues to be, fucking rough as fuck