I was talking with my good friend Corey the other day, and here is what he said about his job (he clears out government-managed housing apartments).

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Corey: just picture every episode of the show cops, picture those red neck ppl running around yelling at other ppl w/ no shirts on, beating their kids, never working, and complaining about everything
Corey: and u’ll get a glimpse of where i work
Corey: we had to evict a drug dealer last week who has federal charges for drug trafficing
Corey: woo hoo
Corey: best job ever!!!
Corey: lol
Corey: we found a dog’s skull in this guys closet that was full of water damaged, 6 yr old clothes and furniture
Corey: it was just sitting there
Me: ewww
Corey: mmm make u wanna eat lunch
Me: That honestly sounds like the worst job.
Me: You should go on dirty jobs
Me: Mike Rowe’d get shot
Corey: i was thinking that or we should make a tv show that follows us around each week
Corey: i actually saw a dad, who was wearing no shirt and had a “the green hulk” boxing glove on chase after this little kid who threw a nerf football at him, he first fell on the wet asphault he was probably wasted then he eventually caught the little girl and start hitting her over the head w/ the hulk boxing glove
Me: wow man
Me: you should write a whole book
Corey: its terrific at least once a day the police stop by for domestic disputes or evictions
Me: Has anybody ever like threatened/attacked you?
Corey: yeah but words couldn’t describe the madness
Me: hahahahah
Me: did you get to fight them back?
Corey: no they yell at us to do their work for them, for instance they can’t weed their own garden, they live in an apartment thats given to them by the government, they don’t work or do anything productive, but they can’t weed their garden, i have to
Me: I’d have quit the first day
Me: even 8$/hr isn’t worth that kind of abuse
Corey: they also complain about the noise one time we were moving freezers and oven up and down the stairs and this lady is like ” i work at night i need my sleep during the day” and i was thinking first off u don’t work and secnod off its 2:30 pm wake up u lazy ****
Me: hahaha
Corey: its $9
Corey: plus gas
Corey: but i get screwed over cause we don’t get paid for the 10 hrs of drive time a week

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Haha, not much commentary to this. The conversation does well enough.

I hope everybody’s been doing OK.

Well, I went out this past week for a few job interviews. Now hold on. I know you’ve got to be thinking “Tim you idjut why on Earth would you apply for jobs now?! Summer’s practically over!”.

Well, this is the part where I let out a big sigh, kick back, set my feet up on your coffee table, and weave the mystical tale of my summer. Sadly, there’s not much to it. May and part of June were dedicated to me relaxing from school for the first time since 2003. Since it’s likely that this might be the last actual summer vacation I enjoy, with internships and stuff on the horizon, I figured that I should just spend a month or so recuperating from my 20-credit spring semester. Anything other than kicking back and enjoying myself a little would be just masochistic. The end of June was dedicated to TimKnapton.com. July got eaten up by two trips (Michigan and Tennessee), car-hunting, and job-searching.

So here we are, in August, in the middle of a heat wave, and I’m running around in multiple layers of (usually thick-materialed) clothing, hoping to make a bit of extra coin for the upcoming year. Here’s my prospective employment for the next month:

• Giant Eagle (our local grocery store) as a Cashier. Much better than the other job they offered me, pushing carts in this heat.
• Cranberry Highlands Golf Course Pro Shop. A lovely view of the 18th hole from behind the counter. The guy at the bar also makes a mean iced-tea.
• Marshalls Clothing Store as a clerk. So thankful that they don’t play the same elevator-music inside that plagues many department stores.
• Ambience Interactive as a web designer, applying myself doing what I love.

For those who remember — I should’ve had a car by now. A few complications surrounding the paperwork have prevented me from having it so far. Here’s the story — Someone over in Harrisburg ordered a duplicate of the car’s title to be created a few months ago, for no purpose. The car’s owner never received anything concerning this. We found this out yesterday at the notary. We also found out that since that duplicate exists, the current title is voided, and the newest (duplicate) title must be present for any type of transaction with the car. Thank you, Commonwealth of Pennsylvania. You’ve done yet another thing that I don’t quite understand. I feel bad, like I’m holding things up for the car’s seller, but sooner or later, when the new title arrives, I’ll be able to get the car. Expect pictures and stuff!

Since I had no car, my brother (who moved back in with us last weekend) was nice enough to volunteer to drive me to my interview over at Ambience Inc. Afterwards We planned on going to Lulu’s noodles in Oakland, but instead went to a Crepe place on the same street. Hopefully we’ll dine at Lulu’s before the summer’s gone. It was nice at the Crepe place though (Nutella and Banana crepe!), especially since we got to meet up with a few of my friends. I hadn’t seen Sam, Maryanne (I always forget if there’s an ‘e’ there or not), or Jenna for what seemed like forever. The former two I knew from Governor’s school, and I knew Jenna from knowing Maryanne. It was great to catch up, and I feel a little guilty for drifting apart from them. I hope I can fix that, especially since I”ll have my own transportation soon.

I’m getting my wisdom teeth out on the 16th, so if you’re not doing anything and you’d like to come make fun of my puffy cheeks, pained expression, or painkiller-induced stupor, please do.

One final note — A party was discussed. I wanted to do one once TimKnapton.com launched, but that’s a pretty egotistical reason to throw a bash, so I figured that I’d like to have a get-together for the hell of it. I’m thinking something small in a week or two, maybe go swimming and watch a movie or something. Interested?