In high school, there was this one kid in our grade named Arthur. He wasn't the brightest person. Not in the sense that he wasn't intelligent or anything; he just seemed to lack any sort of common sense. He'd always do stuff that would end up making him look real stupid. He got quite a bit of shit from me in high school*, which is saying a lot, because I wasn't that much higher than him on the social ladder. Just barely. There was an incident where I once pushed him over while he was sitting in a chair, right in front of an entire class. Despite the teacher seeing what had happened, I didn't get in any trouble. To this day, I still feel really guilty over it.
The reason why I mention this is that I now work with Arthur. Small world. Now that I have school, my bosses need someone to fill my shoes full time. They put up an ad on Craigslist and he apparently, was the most qualified. He was pretty much hired on the spot. And I happened to be there when he came in for the interview. Incredibly awkward. As Sal, my sex-tape coworker was introducing him to me, I mumbled "Yeah, we've met before. We went to the same high school" as I shook Arthur's hand. I could barely look him in the eye.
I worked with him yesterday. I can't tell if he's just pretending or if he really doesn't remember me that much as he's claimed, but he seems to have wiped the slate clean. Thank God. And even better, he's no longer as clueless about everything as he was before. In fact, he's pretty alright, although parts of him remind me of myself. He's gangly and slightly awkward. Never really seems completely at ease. I hope for his sake he grows out of that sooner than me.
Not sure who reads this these days, but if you happen to be going to Soundwave this Saturday for the Pink Dead Whale Faux Show, stay the fuck away from Crack Bitch. If you're wondering who Crack Bitch is, well, she's a crack bitch. A bitch that smokes crack. Who right now happens to be residing inside the rehearsal space. The room directly across from the room Matt, Ramy and I practice in, in fact. I've met her before and I've heard stories about her cracked-out drama from Matt and Ramy, but today, I actually got my first real taste of Crack Bitch Drama. I was there from about 4 to 9:30 or so, practicing with Matt. For those five and a half hours, she was there either screaming at someone or slamming doors. It was always her blowing up over the dumbest shit too. It'd be a little funnier if she was just a normal, sober drama queen, but the fact that she's on crack leaves me kind of scared that she'll do something like take an ashtray to my head if I laugh at her to her face.
So anyway, if you're coming on Saturday and happen to see her, here are a list of things you should not do:
-make eye contact when you walk by her
-say hi
-introduce yourself
-do any favors for her if she asks
-assuming you have liquor with you, don't let her drink any of yours
So you've been warned.
School? I'll get to that some other day.
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