More than half a year has passed, and here is the update for the last month of the first half.

Sun July 1, I went to the 99 cent store before going into work today.  About a week ago my aunt asked me to buy some stuff, and I did go, but they didn't have what I was looking for.  I figured I would try again this week.  Mission accomplished.  While there I bought a small pizza to have for a snack during my break at the library.  Later I had heated it up in the microwave, and even though it wasn't the greatest thing I could have had for a snack, it filled my belly.  I might have to do this more often.  And not only that, but get one of those things that heats the pizza from underneath.  The crust was limp, and it should be a little stiff from the heat of the oven.

The above picture is a preview of the shit to come in these journal entries.  Fucking RFID is going to be my bane for the next few months, for sure.  I hate it already.  I was told certain things about the rig that we would be using for this project.  This shit rig pictured above has none of the qualities that I was told about.  To me this thing looks like an elephant came to the library and took a huge shit on a table.  This is not going to be OK.  The only way this whole thing would be worthwhile is if TheLamp turned to me one day and kissed me.  Otherwise, this is nothing but a huge, fucking, pile of elephant shit.

Today was Becca's last Sunday.  Pretty soon she'll be moving on to her new full time job at Glendale.  She's been a really good co-worker.  It's a good thing I'll get to see her at Glendale.  San Marino had a good worker in Becca.  But of course they can't commit to another full time position.

Mon July 2, I was on the children's reference desk again today.  Not much to report from there.  I did some work, but not much.  Since Wednesday is a holiday there isn't much to start and finish this week.

Shawnee asked me to help her with her new cell phone today.  She hasn't had a phone for nearly three months.  She bought a new one, but it wasn't connected to service.  She wanted me to switch the SIM card from her old phone.  With a little help from the instructions I was able to install her SIM card into her new phone and in a few minutes it was connected to service.  She thanked me, and I just grabbed her around the waist and said, "We both did it."  She felt nice.  Later she walked by me and caressed my arm.  The signals were clear from both of us.

Once again I had to meet with the boss and TheLamp to talk about the upcoming RFID project.  I don't even know why I was in the meeting.  It was about scheduling, and I simply contributed my little bit of the schedule.  Which, isn't much.  But whatever.  It was done and done.  Pretty soon we'll be tagging books.

A couple of weeks ago LaFlor said that she had left me something in the fridge in the lounge.  I went to look, but I honestly didn't hear what she said it was, so I wasn't sure what she meant.  Last week P told me that LaFlor had brought me some chili to eat.  I didn't see that in the fridge, just some Tejava that LaFlor said she started drinking because I gave her the idea.  Well, I bought LaFlor a Tejava and put her name on the bottle.  LaFlor later mentioned that I still hadn't had my tea, and then I realized that it wasn't chili that she had brought me, but rather the tea.  So we had both bought tea for each other.  P kept asking me today, "But why would she buy you tea?"  I told her I honestly didn't know, but she repeated the question at least three more times.  I think she suspects something is going on with LaFlor and me.  I've certainly tried to be more charming around LaFlor.  Hey, I like her.  She seems nice and sue me, I'd like to be intimate with her.  I guess that's so wrong.  We'll see where this all goes, but I'm not going to stop being nice to LaFlor just because P might be on to me.

Tue July 3, I told my aunt to not get up so early this morning since I was going to be waking up earlier to go to work.  That meant I had to make my breakfast.  Well, not make, but rather reheat.  I heated a flauta and when I bit into it it tasted awful.  I ended up reheating some spaghetti, which tasted bitter.  I couldn't eat any more.  Traffic to work was light, probably because it was early.  I arrived and got a nice spot in the parking structure.  This is after I put some gasoline in the tank.  This is the one thing I do like about waking up early, not having to deal with as many dopes.  Thankfully I didn't feel super tired this morning.

I half expected someone to meet me when I arrived to tell me that they were going to ride with me so I could show them the route.  My buddy had told me that they wanted him to train someone yesterday.  This was because the administration dummies didn't even know if Benedict was going to show up.  He did show up to work yesterday, so that became mute.  However, someone STILL needs to be trained.  The fact that they know that and yet have no doing anything to get me someone to train is deplorable.  It's a near dereliction of their duties.  Of course they're not going to suffer one bit, which is why they can let this just be.  I'll have to deal with it on the route, because on my days I'll end up doing two days worth.  As I said earlier, I thought someone would meet me this morning to be trained.  My buddy mentioned a name.  When I didn't see him I thought back to something my buddy said about the schedule.  We have an online scheduling system, and of course tomorrow is a holiday.  These dummies scheduled for tomorrow.  I looked online and sure enough not only is everyone scheduled to work tomorrow, they still have Benedict on the schedule.  Also, they stupidly forget that we now drive to Pasadena this half of the year.  That means I don't start at 9am, like they put in my schedule.  I start at 8am.  Which made me wonder if they told the guy I was supposed to train to be there at 9am.  When I returned from Pasadena I found that no, no one was there to train.  Fucking idiots.

I did my thing and went to Pasadena and then started the route.  Yesterday was Benedict's last day driving.  Of course I got reports of him being a dick yesterday.  Case in point, the above photo of one of two boxes that should have take with him yesterday.  Dummy did this same thing last week when he refused to take the boxes for this project they're doing.  It's actually a good cause, but that doesn't matter to him.  Emma told me about these boxes yesterday.  If you look at the one above you might think what I did, "That's not that big of a box."  But, I was told today that he didn't want to take them because, "The van was packed," in his words.  Yeah, right.  Fucking jackass.

The above picture is from Montrose, but it could be from any of the branches.  Dummy Benedict would race around the city in order to have less work to do.  He would go to the branches we typically would visit in the late afternoon first, in order to avoid having a lot of books to pick up.  Montrose has always been one of the busiest branches, no matter what.  Because of this they need bins to send out their books.  But of course Benedict would always short change them and not give them enough bins.  Which of course means the next day I would have be witness to books not in bins, like you see above.

As I said before, Benedict's last day on the job was yesterday.  It was amazing to hear how many people didn't realize it.  Mainly because he didn't make a big deal of it, and of course the ones in charge haven't said a word about possible delivery delays next week.  Why tell?  They'll know soon enough.  Still, I did my best to remind everyone the legacy of laziness that was Benedict's time at the library.  I kept on saying, "His reign of terror is now over," to everyone.  As I showed above, yesterday he refused to take the boxes for a specific project, claiming that the van was packed.  OK, maybe, but I doubt it really was packed.  But, what I have pictured above was one of two little bags that he refused to take when Syco mentioned it to him.  These two bags could have been thrown in the front seat with him in the cab.  In short, he's an asshole and from here until whenever I will make sure to remind everyone what a fucking horrible employee he was.

Because I start the route earlier this means I'm usually in a different spot during the day then last week.  When I was done with Montrose I usually go to the park and eat.  But today I was not hungry when I was heading down to the park after Montrose.  This to me confirmed that I would most likely be having lunch at Brand.  I did my delivery and had a nice lunch at Brand.  I do like having lunch on their lawn.  Now with my fancy lunch pail I can carry more and have more fun as I chill under the shadow of a giant tree.  So nice.

I kept having to adjust the route through the day.  It's been six months since I drove to Pasadena, and honesty I couldn't remember the details of my day from when I was doing that route.  I mean I could remember the steps, but I couldn't remember all the details.  Which is why I adjusted on the fly.  Like not having lunch after Montrose, and also going back to leading with Brand instead of going to Grandview first.

When I arrived at Grandview I saw that Krishna was on the phone.  She always seems to be on the phone.  And she always seems to be racing out the door after I'm already in the van.  She always does this.  It's comical actually.  Today she put on the charm, asking if I could pick up some stuff from Pacific and return it to Grandview.  By putting on the charm I mean her voice was softer and she leaned her head on the van's side mirror.  Not going to lie, I've said it before, I think Krishna is cute.  We might be good together, if not for the little matter of her being married.  Not going to do THAT again.  When I returned later in the day with her things she started asking me the twenty questions, and then even suggested we might go to Disneyland (not just her and I, but her son, her and me).  I told her we should, though I know it won't happen.  Hell, she still owes me lunch from last year when I took pictures at her son's birthday party.  I should see if she would go out for a cocktail after work next week.  See how she reacts to that.

Towards the end of my route I went to the fire station to pick up their mail.  It was no surprise when FireGirl told me that Benedict didn't show up yesterday.  The above photo was of the mail from yesterday and today.  I told FireGirl that yesterday was his last day.  She didn't know.  He didn't want anyone to know, because he didn't want anyone making, "A big deal about it."  Yeah, right, Benedict.  He just didn't want us all having a huge party.  Fucking idiot.  This is thankfully the end of his stupidity on the route.  I've had to deal with this joker's laziness for nearly two years.  I sincerely hope the next guy they hire isn't anything like this idiot.  They need a guy that's like my buddy and myself.  One that will work hard and not count every corner.

Maleficent sent out one last email to "thank" everyone at the library.  If I may add to what Maleficent was saying... of course we all took the library to a new level, but she should have said new lows.  Maleficent was many things, but I think what we didn't see until just recently is that she might have been a governor on stupid AD and her stupid ideas.  I'm certainly not absolving Maleficent of her crimes, which are many.  She helped hire AD.  She let her run wild.  Maleficent mostly likely approved of many of the "improvements" at the library during the renovation, but she also didn't seem to follow up on anything.  This is why the whole fucking place is falling apart only a year out from the renovation.  Maleficent also approved of this bullshit maker space idea, and the so-called studio space.  In short, I don't want to list all her crimes, I think I've done a good job of that in this journal over the years.  What I want to say is whoever we get might be worse, but they won't have the impact this dope did over the years.  Most terrible.

Wed July 4, I spent most of my day off today just chillin'.  Because, when you're as tire as I am with the world the ONE thing you do on your mid-week day off is rest.

I hadn't talked to texted Talia very much lately.  She texted me to wish me a Happy 4th of July.  I wished her a Happy 4th as well.  We texted a little bit. She told me about some classmate that wants to sleep with her.  She's not interested in him, supposedly.  She's probably saying this to see if I'll show any interest.  Yes and no.  She is willing to sleep with me.  But the last time we had sex she just rode me for about three minutes.  She came, and then fell asleep.  It was such bullshit.  She wanted me to call her, but I didn't.  I didn't even text her back.  I don't want to talk to her.

Thu July 5, Monday was Benedict's last day, as I've said a million times.  I heard that I was going to get a new guy in the van with me on Tuesday to show him the ropes.  Nothing then, but today my coworker comes up and says that he's going to drive with me.  Finally!  I went right to work on showing him the route.  He tells me, "Didn't anyone tell you I was riding with you today?"  Nope.  He tells me that they supposedly emailed me.  I quickly checked my email and the email above shows up in my inbox.  I want you to note the time that the email was sent.  If you can't see it, I'll tell you that it was sent at 12:46AM!  12:46 THIS FUCKING MORNING.  Fucking dopes can eat shit.  They asked my buddy Vagabundo if he could drive with my shadow on Monday.  They asked him LAST WEEK!  Why did they wait nearly a week to tell me about my possible shadow?  This is some major slap in the face.

Obviously with a shadow with me I didn't get to take many pictures today.  My shadow is someone that's worked at the library almost as long as I have.  many years ago he went out for my current position, but he didn't get it.  It's now several years later, and we're both older.  The funny thing is that now he's given this job due to the circumstances, but he has already told the administration that he only wants to be a back-up, not a permanent driver.

On Monday, Mala went out and bought some food and stuff to send Benedict off to his new job with a friendly good-bye.  But it turns out he didn't show up to his own "party."  You see, Benedict has always left early.  He rushes right through the route and then leaves early.  He did for over a year.  So, it's no wonder that on his last day he rushed through the route and finished early and went home.  Of course Mala wanted to celebrate his new job, but when they went to look for him they found out he had already left.  Not only that, but it might have been the first time that these dopes realized that he was leaving work early.

Fri July 6, I was hoping my shadow would be with me today in order to learn the route, but they didn't have him shadow me today.  Which is too bad, because come Monday no one will be driving and they'll probably end up asking my buddy to drive.  He will want to say no, and he has said he is going to say no, but they'll twist his arm and he'll be driving.  Fucking assholes.  But, if it doesn't matter to these administration fucks I guess it should matter to me.  But, I'll have to be the sucker that gets stuck having to clean up their mess.

That being said, the news warned that today would be incredibly hot.  The above picture was taken at around noon and you can see the temperature was unbearable.  It wasn't that much better when I started in the morning.  The heat really beat me up today.  When I got home all I wanted to do is sleep.  But the heat was so bad that I couldn't even get rest.  I finally passed out from exhaustion.  It was horrible.

I went to get gas for the van and the guy at the garage asked if I wanted to get the van washed.  It was filthy, so I agreed.  It was a nice little bit of rest in what promised to be a horrible day due to the heat.  I think it was the only thing that went right today.

I went up to Montrose and Emma was looking quite cute today (pictured above).  She wore a cute skirt.  I don't recall many woman at work wearing skirts, so it's refreshing.  Also, I seem to be fixated on Emma these days.  Like you couldn't tell from the number of times I have mentioned her here lately.  I suppose I could go on, but suffice to say I might have had a chance a long time ago, but she's still with her fella.  Seems pretty serious.

Last night I looked in the fridge to see what I might take for my lunch today.  Nothing jumped out at me, and I knew that I didn't want to go to the park for lunch today because of the heat.  I guess I could have eaten at one of the branches, but I decided I wanted a burger.  When I went to the Carl's up by my second stop there was a pretty girl behind the counter.  She had a big and gorgeous behind.  I didn't want to be one of "those guy's" that just stare at this woman's behind, so I told myself that I should not keep checking out her body.  I couldn't help myself, because I did look a couple of times before I found a seat.  After that I said I should be good and not look her way.  Of course what happens?  There's a point where she's sent out to the tables to clean them up.  While she's bending over to clean the tables all I see is her butt in my face.  I looked down at my phone, was was playing videos.  Yet, the mockery wouldn't stop.  She literally stepped up the table to the right of me, and bent right over the table, seemingly aligning her butt for maximum viewing.  I mean it was perfectly aligned to my face.  I barely had to turn my eyes, and I did turn my eyes slightly as she bent over the table to clean it.  OMG, it was like she was presenting.  I loved it, but also I wondered how this life is often these little moments for me that I hope to happen and then they happen.  What a crazy little moment.

Last week my buddy Jon asked if we could hang out after work.  He told me he wanted to ask me something, but was vague about what it was about.  I knew it had something to do with his wedding next year.  I hoped that he wouldn't ask me to be his best man, because I honestly don't have the energy to be that for him.  Thankfully he only asked me to be a groomsman and not his best man.  I'm certainly no one's best man.

After the whole "groomsman thing" there was a problem with Jon's car.  He called it to be towed, but the tow guy mentioned how his truck would not fit in the garage.  This meant that we would have to push it out, partially.  Thankfully gravity took care of most of the work.  I can't imagine what would have happened if Jon's car was in a subterranean section of the parking structure.  Then again, there's more headroom down there.

During the whole drama with Jon's car my buddy, Vagabundo, texts me to say it's an emergency.  I call him up and he tells me that something happened at work.  He went on to tell me that they fired TheWish tonight.  I later went online to see the footage (pictured above).  My buddy told me that the reasons they stated were, "Insubordination and damaging city property."  Ah, what?  I can almost understand the insubordination, but damaging city property?  I guess I'll get more of the story next week, but for now all I know is that TheWish is gone.  Fucking dopes.  I did check the "tapes" and it's hard to hear on the security camera mics, but I did hear TheWish defending herself by saying something about the circulation manager playing favorites.  He does, absolutely.  I never thought it would get to this point, but TheWish was pretty bold in in opinions of the circulation manager's actions and obvious favoritism.  It was just last week that he told Vagabundo to curve his talking to TheWish by 50%.  Which in and of itself sounds like an absurd request.  Now here we are a week later and she's gone.  Firing her at the end of the shift, by the way, is shit.  They let her work the entire shift only to then say, "This was your last day."  I fucking hate that shit.  I've never been fired from a job, but if I was to get fired I rather know at the start of the shift, so I could just go home.  This shitbird move to have someone work and then tell them at the end of the shift that they're fired just goes to show you their mentality.  Fucking cretins.  I really need to escape San Marino.  The place is circling the drain.  It used to be such a great place to work, but it's now in a horrible tailspin that it can't seem to recover from, because it feels as though the pilot is deliberately in a power dive to mediocrity.

Sat July 7, The heat was terrible overnight.  The only reason I fell asleep last night was because I was completely exhausted.  This morning I woke up feeling as though I hadn't had any rest.  Not only that, but it was super hot when I woke up.  This made everything just blah.  I felt nauseous from the heat yesterday, and today I was no different.  I just wanted to be left alone, but you know how well that goes on my day off.  My aunt will insist on asking me what I want to eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner.  Maybe I don't want to have anything.  Last night I didn't eat dinner.  Hell, the only thing I had to eat besides some reheated quesadilla for breakfast this morning was a burger at lunch.  Drinking so much water during the day, and feeling nauseous from the heat, just made no not want to eat anything.  Also, everything I eat just taste bland.  Couple that with food just not sitting well in my stomach and you find the main reason why I don't want to eat most days.  I just want to left alone on a Saturday so I can rest and decompress.  My aunt, despite my actions showing that I don't want to be bothered, still finds is necessary to bother me every fucking Saturday I'm off.  I would get a job and work Saturdays if I wasn't so exhausted from the week's work.  I don't think I would be able to do that seven day a week stuff for very long.

But what do I get?  I get a noisy aunt who fails to understand that I don't want to be bothered with constant questions on my day off.  I'm a grown man.  If I want to eat I know where the food is located.  If I want to make myself something I will.  If I want to just sit here all day let me.  No, every fucking minute it's questions I don't want to deal with.  I deal with questions all day at work.  Why must everyone have this inability to understand I don't want to answer questions when I get home?

I'm just so very tired of everything.  I'm especially tired of feeling exhausted all the time.  I think most of how I feel comes from this exhaustion.  It doesn't motivate me to want to do anything.  I just want to be left alone, because I'm tired.  I never feel like I've rested enough.  Here it is, my one day off, and I have to go into work tomorrow and I feel like I won't be able to make it.

Mon July 9, P didn't work yesterday, so naturally the books in the sorting area were unsorted and hence every cart was packed with books.  I do love that no one ever find this to be a problem.  They just go with it and don't care that this is happening.  I don't care either.  Fuck all this shit.  I'm just tired. Naturally I was on the desk this morning, since I'm not covering for Becks.  She's gone and on vacation, and I'm covering her desk hours.  Seems fair.  I don't begrudge Becks.  But of course now that San Marino dopes need me they come nice and smooth to ask if I can cover the desk.  Whatever!

Because of the 4th of July holiday falling on a Wednesday TheGirl and I haven't seen each other since last week.  Of course that means that I haven't seen Cheyenne in that same amount of time.  She greeted me like she hadn't seen me in years.  TheGirl said she missed me.  Yeah, I missed Cheyenne as well.  The heat was still pretty bad tonight, which is why we didn't roughhouse too much.  She was pooped.

Tue July 10, The picture above is of today's delivery.  There are a few extras, but not that much.  This is so despite the fact that Benedict didn't drive yesterday.  As predicted, his absence didn't cause any impact on my delivery today.  That's because he didn't do any work.  Especially on Mondays.  Still, there was a lot coming back from Pasadena, but not that much either.  It turns out that Pasadena had come to Glendale.

When I arrived at Pasadena I asked the driver there if he had gone to Glendale, since more than one of my coworkers told me as much.  The Pasadena driver told me that he had gone to Glendale to pick up the bins out of, "Self-preservation."  Very nice.  I told him that ultimately I know why he does it, but it only helped those dummies out.

When I first started the job as driver I had to learn the route, but I couldn't drive it until I was certified to do so.  Driving a city vehicle means that the city has to make sure that I know the basic rules of the road, and that I'm not a terror on the road.  Because, they're liable for my actions if I get into an accident or something.  I have no idea how they reached the guy that eventually certified me, especially since it's been so many years since then.  I know that when Benedict was learning the route Les was in charge and he was on the phone for weeks trying to get this driving certification guy on the phone to set up an appointment.  It literally did take weeks for the guy to come and give him the driving desk.  It was funny but also sad when on of the guys in administration texted me the above to ask if I knew who certified me.  Ah, that was fucking seven years ago.  I'm sure it's not even the same person anymore.  Whatever!

I figured I would have my shadow today, but nope.  I saw him later in the day and he said that he was riding with me on Thursday.  At this rate he'll never learn the route.  They did post the job last week, but they listed it as a page job, for only $11 an hour to start.  I mean come on.  If I was making that small amount of money I would not be doing this job.  It's insulting to anyone going out for this job that they expect them to start at $11 an hour.  Later in the day one of my coworkers was asking about the position for a friend.  She was Keyvon's office asking him if that really was the amount the person would be making.  He said, "At first, but we would move them up quickly."  Ah, I know what those promises are good for.. and the answer is nothing.  Why would they not just start by paying them a good amount to keep them around.  I'll add that $11 is even insulting to me, because that's what they think I'm worth.  Simply awful.

I have definitely developed a thing for Krishna.  I like the way she's looking these days.  When I got to Grandview she was sitting at her desk, and her thigh just looked so nice.  It was all I could do to not stare.  I've always thought that Krishna was kinda cute, but these days I'm drawn to her figure.  Alas, I can only look.

Wed July 11, Today was the first time I was able to tag books with the RFID chips.  I spent about two hours with my coworker tagging books.  At this rate we'll be done with the entire library in just a few years.  By the way, at Glendale they are STILL tagging CDs with the RFID chips.  Yes, the majority of the collection has been done, but that doesn't mean they're done done.  The same will go for San Marino.  Oh well.  It was actually OK tagging today.  My coworker is nice.  Still, there was a great moment when my coworker asked, "Why are we doing this?"  Meaning why is the library tagging books with these RFID chips.  I told her that it was supposedly to make self-checkout a thing.  I also added that it was a way of lining someone's pocket, just like at Glendale.  Really a small library like this doesn't need to tag books with these chips.  But, they were given a bunch of money to do it, and by Jimmy they're going to do it.

I saw the new girl in the study area today.  She looks nice, but she never looks my way.  Oh well.  I was talking to someone about how difficult it is to approach an attractive patron that you know in a "professional" way by virtue of helping them at the library.  It's not easy asking them out for anything.

TheWish was fired last week, but no one at work has said anything about this at all.  I asked one of my coworkers that also works with TheWish at another library and she told me that TheWish was, "On vacation."  Knowing the truth I wondered if she had just been told not to say anything.  As I suspected was the case with yet another coworker of ours that was witness to last week's firing.  The only person that told me about all this was Vagabundo.  I couldn't take it and I texted TheWish, mentioning that I was told she was on vacation.  TheWish texted me back to say that I should call her when I got off work.  I did, and of course she spilled the beans on the whole affair.  Vagabundo had told me almost all of it, so it was no surprise.  Still, it super sucks, because TheWish was one of the good ones.  And she's super cool to work with.  Now my buddy is interested in her and I have encouraged him to make a move on her.  TheWish freely mentioned that we should hang out.  Yes, we should.  But, I don't want that to supersede my buddy's moves to win TheWish over.  Now that she won't be working with him at San Marino, it's his chance to ask her out without having to worry about other coworkers.

It had been two weeks since I had dinner with TheGirl, since last week was a holiday.  For the weekend before the 4th of July, TheGirl and her daughter went to Solvang.  She asked me if I wanted anything from there, when I asked her what she was going to bring back for Chan.  I told her that she should bring me a shot glass and also bring some wine.  Be that it was my week to treat for dinner we went with the tried and true Zankou dinner tonight.  I don't know the name of the wine she bought, but it packed quite a nice punch when I drank it.  TheGirl mentioned that she had another bottle for future use.  She also mentioned that she went to a local store and it was half the price she paid in Solvang.  It was damn good wine.

The above picture is of Cheyenne.  I know you know her, if you have read any of my previous entries.  But I think I need to put down in words what Cheyenne means to me.  She is wonderful.  I've never known anyone outside of my Mother, Grandmother and TheGirl, that has shown me so much outward love as Cheyenne has.  She has melted my heart, and I think that like TheGirl says, "She keeps me sane."  I never want anything bad to happen to Cheyenne.  If anyone did her harm I know that they would be subject to swift justice by my hands.  I do love Cheyenne, with all my heart.

There was a point where the three of us were outside in TheGirl's "backyard."  Chan was chillin' on TheGirl's TV.  I started to rub Cheyenne and she turned over on her back.  TheGirl mentioned how Cheyenne would only do that if she felt completely comfortable with me, because that position is vulnerable.  When I first met Cheyenne she wanted to tear my face off, I'm sure.  Judging by the look she gave me, and the barks.  But soon she trusted me, and I trusted her.  Today, when a guy comes up to her and she's able to interact I think that I did my small part in having her trust men again.  TheGirl is pretty sure that she was abused.  But now she's loved.

Thu July 12, I wasn't surprised when I rolled up into circulation this morning and found a lot of bins going out to Pasadena.  I could see that my coworkers ran out of bins and resorted to packing the books in cardboard boxes that there were a lot of books going out.  What else would you expect when the idiot that used to drive the route on Wednesdays is already at a new job?

The delivery to Pasadena was matched by the bins going out to the branches today.  Wednesday is in the middle of the week, being that the delivery has traditionally been full.  Not having anyone around yesterday meant that today would have quite a bit of bins.

I had my shadow in tow again today.  In passing I was able to get a picture of him (shown above).  He doesn't want to do the delivery for very long.  He's playing the short game, in that I mean he is doing the administration dopes a favor.  He has nothing invested in the route, other than possibly getting some more money.  I told the administration dopes that they need to pay him at least $3 more an hour.  Really it should be more like $5 more per hour.  I think he can handle the job.  I am glad that he won't do it for very long though.  These idiots should give this job to me as a full time job right now, but they won't.  Not after I saw the latest job posting for Benedict's replacement.  These idiots think someone making half of what I make is willing to do all the same work, but only get paid half.  Good luck with that, dopes.

I was sitting in Keyvon's office when Mala came by and mentioned that it was almost time for something or other.  I didn't hear her exactly.  Keyvon repeated what she said about celebrating some dope leaving.  He said to me, "It's blah, blah, blah's last day."  I figured I would go with him to met said person that I didn't know.  But then later I remembered I did know him.  I met him many months ago in Keyvon's office.  Apparently the guy was not going to be "teaching" in the mockery space anymore.  Not sure why.  But they had a party going for him.  When we arrived at the mockery space the guy was not there.  Mala later came in and said that he was not going to show up until after 6pm, more than an hour later.  Whatever!  I sat down as Keyvon took my DSLR and took some pictures, like the one above, or curvy page.  She's nice, but what I want to point out is the four employees in the room, but zero patrons.  At some point when I was in the room two patrons came into the room to ask some question of whether they offered classes.  They left after about ten minutes, which meant that the bulk of the time I was in the mockery space there were no patrons.  I had no intention of waiting for the guy that was walking away from the mockery space.  I'm sure he figured out it was a HUGE waste of time to drive from Orange County to have maybe five people in his "class" at the library.  At least Keyvon took a few pictures of CurvyPage (shown above), as well as TheDesire.

There was a moment in which TheDesire looked at herself in the mirror in the mockery space and commented about her looks.  Yes, she doesn't look like she did two years ago, or even when I photographed her several years ago.  Nevertheless, I would still be with her.  You could say that it's that memory that I have of her that lingers still.  Perhaps I can look beyond her current state and see the person that I like inside.  Then again, maybe I'm longing for something that makes sense... that is based in a past that was more simple and attainable.  I don't know anymore.

Fri July 13, This place is such a slaughterhouse.  In yesterday's entry I showed how the little island of the mockery space is only populated by employees and not by any patrons.  These dopes have built themselves a space where they can exist in some pseudo "people's workshop" that promises to "teach" patrons about the new arts of 3D printing and such.  But what that mockery space really is is a commune.  A place away from the very patrons it pro ports to "educate."

I ended up going to get some coffee with Keyvon across the street from the library at this "cafe" set up by a bank.  They have a coffee bar there and random dopes just sitting there all day.  Keyvon is gun ho to learn about photography.  He brought his camera into work today to show me what he takes pictures with.  I brought my cameras in yesterday.  We continued talking about photography at the cafe.  He mentioned at one point that he was in a rut.  He said that yesterday as well.  I came to find out earlier when I was in administration that he is going out for the Director job at the library.  I'm sure he hopes he gets it, but not because it's his "passion."  But simply because it's a move up, and he thinks the move up with make him fulfilled.  It will certainly fulfill his bank account.  But you can tell that he's in want of something.  What that might be only he can know.

The above picture just makes me laugh.  I'm sure it was AD that wrote this shit.  It's funny how the people in the library are relatively intelligent people, but they still get stuff like this wrong.  Just dumb.

I backed lunch up until 1:30pm thanks to circumstances such as wanting to be closer to my Sunland delivery.  I made the mistake of thinking it was better to have my lunch closer to the shut-in's house.  I say mistake, because I was hungry and wanted to just eat at the Carl's close to the Grandview branch.  But, like a dope I thought it would take more time.  I should have gone with my gut, because the Carl's I ended up going to was like a little theater of dregs and sadness.  When I arrived there was a little "play" happening in front of me, conducted by two homeless guys and the people working the counter.  One guy, the one pictured above, came in from outside and demanded that they refill his cup with soda.  The soda machine was to his left, but it wasn't working for some reason.  He stood there waiting for someone to come up and help him, but that wasn't enough.  As I was ordering his buddy, not pictured, was demanding to be let into the bathroom.  The people behind the counter kinda ignored this guy's buddy demanding to be let into the bathroom, because they were talking among themselves.  I could barely make out what they were saying, but I could tell from their body language that they were considering not refilling this guy's cup, since he had obviously left the place and had come back.  I know time are tough, but why not just ask for water?  Demanding anything of these poor dopes behind the counter that are simply trying to earn a living is not right no matter what your situation.  But the drama continued as they hesitated to refill his cup.  Finally another "actor" came up, a well-meaning woman, and told the counter lady to let him order anything and she would pay for it.  Meanwhile the other counter person was already taking some change from the guy for the soda that they still refused to refill.  I didn't even want to eat inside the restaurant.  The place looked scummy, and that wasn't just the dining area.  The people looks worn out, and I didn't want to be there.  All I could think about was the Carl's in Glendale, and what a contrast this place was to that one.  And what a contrast this area, Sunland, was to where I live.  Not to say I live in some paradise, but I would not likely see any of the people I saw in this establishment in my local fast food joint.  Everything was just sad.

This Friday was not as hot as last week, but it doesn't mean that the heat didn't get to me today.  On the contrary, the heat got to me almost as much as last week.  But my tired state on Fridays doesn't just come from dealing with the heat.  It comes from also the accumulation of the entire week.  When I started today I had some good energy going.  Going to get coffee with Keyvon was chill as well.  But then the long day began.  The next thing I knew I was in Chevy and it was nearly noon.  Naturally I was hungry.  But I had planned on eating after visiting Casa, which was still two stops ahead.  Suffice to say, by the time I reached Adams I was quite tired.  The heat was sapping whatever energy reserve I had.  I found myself wanting to just linger in the coolness of Adams.  Their A/C is quite good, and it's usually cold in there.  I found a good spot on the floor and took what I thought would be a five minute break.  It turned into a fifteen minute break.  It helped me overcome my weariness just enough to finish up the route.

Sat July 14, I slept-in this morning, what with me not getting to bed until a little past 4am.  I jerked off twice last night.  After the first "session" I felt I still needed a second.  Afterward I kept watching videos online, but no X-rated at that point.  This morning my aunt asked me what I wanted to eat.  Nothing in the fridge appealed to me.  She ran down the list of food in the fridge again and then also mentioned some frozen tacos.  I decided upon those.  Nothing but mass produced, bland tacos, will do this morning.

It was a year ago today that was the last time I hung out with TheWish.  Here it is a year later and my buddy is interested in her.  He better move fast, because she's not going to stay single for long.  Not that I'm saying I'm going after her again.  I had my shot, I took it and it was not what I expected.  Still, the other day he was asking me where he might take her if he ever asks her out.  I told him the place I've been many times downtown, since Italian food is a safe bet.  He was asking me where he should park his car.  While that's how we think, at this point I wouldn't worry about where to park as much as asking her out.  Maybe it's his way of dealing with the fear of rejection.

I found the above photo on my feed.  The woman in the picture is a former coworker I so wanted to sleep with.  She worked up in the Montrose library when I first started driving.  Soon after she got herself a new job in Santa Monica.  But, I somehow managed to hang out with her for a couple of photo missions up and down Wilshire blvd. by where she lived in Koreatown.  She wasn't interested in me, from what I could tell during our interactions.  She was hot.  Also, at the time my relationship with TheGirl was on the skids.  On this weekend she was "hanging out" with TheChisel, so I made my own plans with Librarian Jenn.  Not just in hopes of doing something, but of pursuing Jenn and being able to break up with TheGirl.

Mon July 16, The buzz this morning at work was TheWish being fired.  Looks like people are finally willing to mention it.  It turns out most people knew since last week some time.  Obviously Vagabundo knew, since he was here for the whole thing.  But another clerk that was also here on that Friday told me today about it.  Details were pretty much as TheWish told me, with major holes in the area of the reason why she was let go.  Most people here think that it was a patron complaint that forced them to fire her.  I want to tell them that I know, but they would wonder how I know.  My buddy still hasn't asked her out on a date, and now that he won't be seeing her at work it's going to be that much more difficult.

My aunt and I went to IHOP yesterday morning, as we always do on a Sunday.  The cute girl behind the counter was waitressing yesterday.  It was nice to see her bouncing around the tables.  There was a moment where she looked right at me, and she quickly turned away.  Yeah, she loves me.  I'm being sarcastic.

My buddy wanted to hang out last night and have dinner or something.  I was not in the mood, so I gave him some cock and bull excuse about picking up my aunt.  It worked, of course, but I feel bad.  I don't want to hang out with anyone these days.  I want him to ask TheWish out.  I don't like being this anti-social, but honestly I don't want to deal with people.

Also, I wouldn't have been able to just chill in my backyard tonight.  It was really nice, since the weather has been nice in the evenings.  I had some booze and enjoyed the nice weather.  It was nice after a long day at work.  My shift was short yesterday, but it just felt so long.

As is the Monday tradition I went to visit TheGirl.  Cheyenne was doing this funny little thing that I've noticed other dogs do... that being drinking from a hose.  I've seen other dogs do a variant, which is drinking from the sprinklers.  Something about that water flowing out in a stream that dogs like to drink from.

While visiting TheGirl I started to tell her about a social media feed that had pictures from our youth.  The picture above is of the Big Boy on Van Nuys Blvd, which I visited so many times during my twenties.  I remember going there all the time when my Grandmother would ask me what I wanted to eat for dinner and I wasn't in the mood for anything.  She would mention Big Boy and instantly the craving would come for the fish sandwich they served there.  She would go with me through the drive-thru.  I miss that place.  I miss going there with my Grandmother most of all.  Those were definitely some great times.

This is another picture I found on social media, on the same feed as the previous picture.  It's of the old Topanga Plaza.  That picture brings back some memories.  I remember we stayed late at the plaza once, because there was some fashion show.  All the shops were closed by the time the fashion show was over.  Of course everyone else jumped into their cars and drove home.  We didn't have a car, so we waited for the bus.  I just remember that the bus wouldn't show up, because back in those days they stopped running after a certain time.  Certainly some random line out in the Valley didn't have the kind of service a line in downtown did.  I remember my mother calling the RTD, at the time, and trying to find out when the next bus would come.  I think we all knew it wouldn't.  I think we ended up calling for a taxi to get home, but I honestly don't remember.

Tue July 17, I don't have much to report from the route today.  See, the new guy is on the job and is seemingly doing well.  I had reports from the branches today and they all said he was doing a good job.  Nice!  This made today's bin situation better.  Instantly the new guy doing actual work shows in the number of bins I have to take out today.  Fucking idiot Benedict would rush around the city and of course leave all the work for me on my days.  What a fucking dope.

I was upstairs in administration checking the mail bin for some outgoing mail when I ran into a couple of my coworkers.  They mentioned my shadow driving, and I told them that my shadow seemed to do well his first day.  They then went on to ask if I had seen Benedict at city hall.  I told my coworkers that I had seen him.  One of them, the lady, speaks up and says something to the affect that she told Benedict to try and keep his nose clean at water and power.  She said this to him, because she knows his history from a unique perspective.  She mentioned how AD was supposedly furious at him for something he did, and that she almost fired him.  Yeah, sure.  More like protected him over and over again.  My coworker pointed out that Benedict made many mistakes, such as the time just a few weeks ago that he emailed the entire library a warning about using the delivery trucks.  He was right, in the sense that people do tend to take those and keep them for their own purposes.  I only really need one to do the delivery, but these dopes will take all three.  I don't mind people using them, but only if they return them before I need them.  I only need them for a few minutes each day, it's not that hard to return them so I can us them in my little window of time.  Still, despite Benedict being right about calling out dopes for taking these trucks, he shouldn't have sent that email to the ENTIRE library.  He should have gone up the chain of command and emailed Mala or Keyvon about this and let them handle it.  But of course Benedict thinks very highly of himself, to the point that he felt comfortable enough to email the entire library about this stuff.  The short of it is that Benedict overstepped his place and of course got in trouble for it.  My coworker wanted to point out to Benedict that he can't be doing that at water and power, but I know that he won't be able to help himself.  He's a dope, and will continue to be a dope.

Later in the day I went to treasury and Demi mentioned that she saw Benedict in the lobby of the building, and that he looked "tired."  Benedict's first two weeks, I've been told, would have him training for the job.  After that I suppose that he will be on his own at the call center.  Good luck after that.

Perhaps in part because my shadow drove yesterday, the route today wasn't so bad.  I had fewer bins to deal with than when Benedict was driving on Mondays.  This meant things ran smother than they have in a LONG time.  I'm glad for that.  My shadow did clean out the van, which was strange.  The van's interior junk has stayed pretty much the same since I started driving.  And I am the primary driver of that van.  But, in a way this change is good.  The shadow should put his stamp on this, if only to keep me honest.

Wed July 18, Second week of tagging books, but today I had to fly solo.  My curvy coworker was no in the office today.  I didn't ask why, I just continued.  By the looks of it the tagging will take a LONG time since there weren't that many books between where I left off last week and this week.  I later talked to TheLamp and she said that it could take three years.  Oh I'm sure at the pace we're going it will take longer than that.  Someone mentioned how we should have closed the library down for a week to get this done.  Duh!  I went ahead and modified the useless rig we're using by placing the tags in the bottom and having them come up so that they just feed from a little slot that I made with an old bookmark.  To me this works better.  I'm sure they'll change it back, but I think this works better.

I set-up the rig and when I turned around some dopey woman and her kid were suddenly right behind me.  They blocked the EXACT spot I was taking books from.  Why does this always happen?  She didn't even go to any other spot in the room to get books, just the spot were I was working.  Fucking shit!

This same woman was later asking me about story time.  I told her that they were on break for the Summer.  But hey, why take my word for it, I only work here.  As seems to be the new normal these days, she told me that she knew this was the last week.  I wanted to just tell her, oh, then sit right down next to the FUCKING sign that clearly shows that there's no story time today (pictured above).  Not happy with my answer she went and asked one of my coworkers, who came running to me for the answer.  Of course I tell my coworker that there's no story time until August.  She goes back and tells the stupid woman as such, and later I see the both of them looking on the children's desk for the calendar of events.  ARGH!  Again, I show my coworker the sign and then she shows the patron.  Only then does the patron believe that there's no story time.  Idiot.

Thankfully after work I got to go to dinner with TheGirl.  This day represents the best day of the week.  Chan and I go over and the four of us go to dinner.  Not much to say about the dinner today, other than we had some yummy wine and food.  The wine sure makes for a nice dinner.  Cheyenne is so cute when she puts her paw on my leg to beg for food.

Thu July 19, One of the administrators gave me a new hat to wear.  You can see the difference between the two hats.  Every bit of that hat's lost color comes from hard work and sweat.  I also started using a different, clearer, shirt.  I know I won't be getting a full time job here, but I think my days of wearing my "Fuck you" shirt are in the past.

Nothing much to report about the route today.  It was pretty standard.  They sent me to Vroman's to drop off books.  Aside from that the only thing I can comment on was that I didn't pack a lunch from home today.  I figured I could have a burger.  However, I made the mistake of having one of those bargain meals that cost $5 but offers a pair of sandwiches.  Typical it's either two beef burgers or a beef burger and some sort of chicken burger.  I went with that combination today and I paid for it.  A good burger at the fast food joint I went to today would have run me about $7 without a drink.  I made the mistake of being "El Cheapo,' and going with the meal.  I paid for that with a bad meal that not only was unfulfilling, but also made me sick.  I only had the burger for lunch with the fries and the soda.  I took the chicken sandwich with me, figuring I could eat it later.  Well, I did, and the second I took the third bite I was already regretting it.  As I ate it I could feel sick.  I drove home and just went to bed.  I blame myself, of course, because I should have known better than to eat that after so many hours in the van.  Serves me right for trying to be cheap.  I'm an idiot.

I post these two pictures up here because I wanted to talk about this phenomena of people in this fucking backwater city insisting on parking in front of driveways.  These two pictures represent easily dozens of times I've see this happen.  I know that parking is not easy in any town here in Los Angeles.  However, the car on the left had an area where it was red, but if they don't care about driveways why should they care about red curbs.  The car on the right had a parking spot just about forty feet ahead.  Whatever, I'm just saying that this is annoying.  Fuck everyone!

Sat July 21, Of course today was my day off, and I did my best to not do anything.  At one point my aunt comes to me and asks what I want to eat.  Truthfully nothing, but I will die if I don't eat.  I told her I wanted some fast food.  She said she would make a salad to go with the fast food.  I told her that I'm not that hungry that I need the fast food AND a salad, but she insisted.  Oh well, I came back and started to eat my filet-o-fish and she brings me the salad.  I tossed it a little and already hated it.  She put so much in the bowl that when I tried to mix it a bunch fell out.  I told her not to add so much.  Then I come to find that the croutons are all the way at the bottle, and are now soggy.  The entire salad was soggy, and bad.

I've been feeling bad about the amount of dirty in my car's interior.  My side of the car is full of dirt on the floorboard.  I did a little vacuuming and also cleaning of the interior.  Afterward it was MUCH better.  I'm glad, because all that dirt on the floor makes the car look old.

The picture above is of a former classmate from CSUN.  We don't get to chat much these days, but back in the day we went to the same stupid Lesbian authors class.  So many years ago I missed my chance with her.  She's looking good.

Mon July 23, The days and nights have been very warm here in Los Angeles.  Tonight's visit with TheGirl I played with Cheyenne a little, but not too much for fear she would over heat.

The other day I ordered one of my favorite shows, Miami Vice, on blu-ray.  Today the box set arrived.  I'm so excited to check this out and see some of the episodes I know and some that I don't.

Tue July 24, Since I have a new partner on the route who has shaken up a few things I figured it was time for me to try some new things.  Last week I had to stop suddenly, thanks to the dummy drivers on the road, and some of the book bins tumbled over and of course caused a big mess.  I want to try moving and distributing the bins over the entire van.  The side door area has rails that go perpendicular to the rails accessible from the back of the van.  When I stop suddenly the bins towards the front catch the lip of the perpendicular rails and send the bins flying.  I figure that if I only allow the bins to stack one high that I can prevent more tumbles.  I don't know, it's worth a shot.

I've known about the plan to have me park the van in the South parking lot for months, but no one officially told me a thing until today.  It's funny, because the guy in administration that told me about it today mentioned that we were supposed to start parking the van in that lot last week.  Of course no one told the actual drivers.  Fucking idiots.  I fucking hate the idiots that are in administration for this reason.  They only see as far as the tip of their noses.  They don't see things in the micro and macro.  Oh well, I'm not going to be able to change them any time soon.

Since I was supposed to park the van in the last spot in the South parking lot I figured that I would take a pair of cones and block off the spot.  I somehow new that it would be a futile endeavor, but I did it anyway.  I don't know why I expect the best of things when the world seems to be predicated on everything going wrong.  I have no idea why I think that I can somehow go against this force of nature.

Snow emailed me last night at 7pm to ask if I could go and pick up the free lunches that they are serving at Central and one other branch (shown above).  I didn't respond to her email, but I did go and pick up the lunches as she asked.  You know, she does have my text number.  She could have emailed me AND texted me to make sure that I received the message.

When I finally got around to picking up the lunches the weather was horrible.  Also, when I returned to Central with the lunches the stupid wheel on the "cart" I was using got caught on part of the door frame the entire mass fell to the ground.  It was quite frustrating.

I've noticed something lately about the idiot drivers that live in Glendale.  There is this thing with a lot of them to tend to park in driveways.  I've noticed it a lot here at Pacific, where I took the above picture.  But it's not exclusive to that library's driveway.  I see it all over the city and it's stupid.  But as I write about it I have to just let it be and not let it get to me.  I can't do anything about it anyway, and all I'm doing is giving myself an ulcer.  Everything sucks.

Predictably when I finished the route some idiot was parked in the van's new parking spot.  I asked if the people in administration had any plans on calling parking enforcement, but I never got a definitive answer.  I ended up parking the van close to the side door.  I fucking give up on all this shit.  I'm so tired at the end of my day that I don't want to care about such things.  If the administrators don't care why should I care?  I don't even know why I try.

Wed July 25, When I got home last night my aunt asked if I was hungry.  I wasn't terribly hungry, because I picked up a cheeseburger and a Coke on the way home.  Even if I hadn't, I don't usually get home and eat.  I want to change out of my hot work clothes and into something more comfortable.  I did that and then my aunt once again pounced on me asking if I wanted to have something to eat.  I said yes, and she tried to figure out what I could eat.  We finally settled on some chicken thing that she made late last week.  It was super dry then, so I decided that since I had to eat it I would "dress it up" as best I could.  I ended up getting a slice of bread and smothering it with mayo.  Following that I added some salsa on top.  The salsa is not home made, and it is watery.  Which was good, since this chicken was super dry.  Thanks to those modifications the chicken hit the spot.

I tagged books this morning with my coworker.  I talked to her about several things, but also talked about work and how dopes at Glendale are terrible.  I mentioned that I really need to learn to stop caring.  I mean that.

It's no secret that I have a little bit of a crush on LaFlor.  I think she's cute, and I love her figure.  So why haven't I taken my shot with her?  Frankly, I'm afraid.  I don't want to be rejected.  But, even if I wasn't rejected, there is this little matter of just being totally tired these days.  As with TheWish, I feel that I can't devote enough energy to these women in the short and the long run.  I want to be intimate with LaFlor, but I don't know if I have the energy to devote the time and effort that she deserves me to take with her.  She's not someone you just try to bed on first sight.  But right now, I simply don't have the energy to devote to her.

I posted a picture of this woman before, but this is the first time she came up to the reference desk to ask for a study room.  I mentioned in previous entries that I was attracted to this woman's thighs.  I considered asking her out to dinner today, despite the fact that I haven't established some sort of foundation with her.  That's how much I'm attracted to her.  I probably blew my one chance with her by not asking her to dinner today.  I'm OK with that somehow (see previous paragraph).  Nevertheless, it was nice to interact with her.  Perhaps I can muster the courage to ask her out to dinner the next time she comes up to the reference desk.

I had two margaritas during dinner tonight, so of course that means I had a good time.  But, then again I always have a good time on my Wednesday nights with TheGirl.  The picture above is of obviously the view through the window from my seat.  I took it tonight, because they took away the curtains that usually cover the windows.  I asked TheGirl if they made the windows bigger, but she didn't know.  To me they looked bigger, and tinted.  Cool.

I came home and found that my aunt had cleared out most of the things in our "living room."  When I went to her room she told me that she had talked to the men working across the street on my neighbor's "guest house."  She asked them if they could install a new door.  I had no idea what she meant, but she said that she had gone to the hardware store with one of the workers to pick out the new door.  The men would come out tomorrow to install the new door.  The guy then arrived and I helped him carry it from his truck.  This despite having a few in me.  I thought the door was a solid door, but my aunt bought a new sliding door.

Thu July 26, How many Thursdays have I driven this delivery route at this point.  When I first started driving the route it was on Thursdays.  That was a LONG time ago.  I honestly can't remember if it seven or eight years now.  It doesn't matter.  I've driven this route more times than I can remember on a Thursday.

TheDesire sent me a text in the mid-afternoon to tell give me the "heads up" that she would be leaving Glendale for a new job with the county.  As I write this I don't care that she's leaving.  But sober me, earlier today, looked at her behind as she was looking for a book in the circulation room.  The reality is she's going to take this county job.  Which means... what does it mean?  I will see her less?  I already don't see her THAT much.  In other words, it won't be THAT much of a change.

What a surprise, the van's parking spot, the new one, was taken.  I have zero backing from those in charge, therefore I'm giving up on caring.  If this parking spot is taken I'll just park the van in any other parking spot left in the parking lot.  What do I care?

Fri July 27, I don't know how to even say what this thing is in the middle of the library.  I will just leave this photo here.

When I dropped off the book bins at Pasadena I felt quite hungry.  Hungry enough that I wanted to eat something before lunch.  I went and got a burger and it absolutely hit the spot.  I asked them for no tomato, yet they still added tomato.  Nevertheless I ate half of the burger with the tomato.  I was definitely hungry.

Thankfully the route was chill today.  My shadow is doing a good job, and by that it distributes the workload over the two of us.  That makes it less for both of us.  I have no idea how the next guy that they throw in front of me works out.  I don't know why these dopes can't do right by the route.

I was FINALLY able to park the van in the new parking spot.  It turned out that the person parked in the spot was a fellow library employee.  ARGH!  Like he KNOWS I have to park the van at some point in the day.  Keyvon later told me that he talked to this guy and mentioned that it's OK if he parks there, as long as by a certain hour he's out of the spot.  This seemed to work today.  I hope the future parking is as smooth as today.

Keyvon has been talking photography for a while now.  He went out and bought a really nice camera and wants to shoot all the time.  I was done with the route and he says to me, "Let's go and take some pictures."  He got up from his desk and you could tell that he was excited.  He din't take too many photos, but at one point we went up to the children's room and found the staff there not too willing to be our models.  He didn't take the picture, but I did.

Keyvon took some pictures, and at the end of our little ten minutes of shooting, I did as well.  Just as we were wrapping up I saw this woman standing in the window.  She was not only attractive, but she looked nicely framed in the frame of the big window.  I quickly took a couple of pictures.  I think she came out looking good in the photo above.

The construction guys showed up and were working on the new sliding door when I showed up.  Here is a picture of the new door.  I was kinda against this, but now that it's in place I think it looks good.  It certainly works better than the old door.  The old door didn't slide well, and it wasn't sealed.  It suer sucked.  I was against it when I heard my aunt talk about this.  But, that's because she didn't explain her plans.  I thought that she was going to try and place a real door there.  But, thankfully her solution was better.

Sat July 28, Several years ago after losing yet another external hard drive I decided to back-up all my photos online.  Because of that I can now go online and find my photos from any given day.  As a matter of fact, the service even shows me, in a preview, the photos that I took this day on any given year.  This morning I saw the above photo and thought to myself that it would be cool to show you some of what happened on this day in the past.

A year ago I was taking the above picture of TheWish at work.  Who knew that her time at San Marino would last barely two years.  Thursday night my buddy went out to dinner with TheWish.  By his words it went well, but he's now nervous that she doesn't like him in "that" way.  He plans on asking her out again tonight.  Godspeed to him.  I think they will make a good couple.  And I do wish him the best.  He was panicking yesterday, since she was short on her texts to him.  But, she's not one to text people all that much.  Which is who she is, I get it.  However, when you're grasping for something to tell you "Hey, I like you," silence is not good.

Here is a random photo I took of Ru, when she was still working up in Montrose.  Damn, she has a crazy nice body.

The above is a picture of a girl I haven't seen in a LONG time.  I even wonder if she's dead from using meth.  This was only three years ago, but I'm pretty sure if she didn't get help she would likely be dead by now.  I sure hope not, but who knows.  In the above picture she asked me to take after work.  So, here it is at the library, past 10pm, and she's looking like a total mess.  Yet she wanted me to take her picture.  Crazy.  But then again, I did it.  She was pretty at one point when I knew her, but drugs messed her up.

On this day back in 2012 I was on my second day of my Big Sur trip.  THAT trip was meant to be my anniversary trip with TheGirl.  We were supposed to be celebrating two years together.  She never made it, since she broke up with me.  I obviously still went on the trip, which was epic.

The above is of my new car, sitting in the parking garage across the street from the library.  I didn't show it above, but the car had hit 1,500 miles just as I pulled into the garage.  I had driven it for twenty-eight days at this point and I already had that many miles on it.  Good times.

This photo is of the entrance to the Natural History Museum.  I remember going there on the metro.  In those days I was much more adventurous.

Ah yes, Talia's behind.  A decade ago we were still sleeping together.  In this photo she was checking something on my computer, while bending over so I could get a nice photo of her behind.  That was some good times back then.

The above is a picture of my buddy Jon and TheSilmarillion.  We all hung out, for some reason going to Hollywood.  The above was taken at the Cinerama dome.

Tue July 31, I woke up feeling blah this morning.  Not much to report on the previous two days.  Sunday at work was stupid for the first hour, but it calmed down after a bit.  Monday was just the slog.  I have some new assignments, thanks to TheLamp.  She smells nice.

This morning I didn't really want to eat.  I drank A LOT last night, because I was talking to my buddy on the phone.  It made me not feel well this morning.  I'll have to give the details of THAT conversation with my buddy next time.  I'm kinda pressed for time tonight.  Suffice to say the pasta pictured above was made by my aunt.  It was tasteless.  I took maybe three spoonfuls and put the rest in my lunch bag in order to dump the remainder in the trash at work.  I didn't want to hurt my aunt's feelings about it.  She asked me later how I liked the pasta and I didn't want to tell her the truth.  I just won't eat any more of it.

The route today was pretty standard.  It wasn't just hot today, it was humid.  Really super humid to the point that I was struggling to keep going at times.  At one point I went to the van and sat in it with the A/C turned on while I took a nap.  Not good.  And of course at the end of the route I went to park the van and OF COURSE someone was parked there.  Fuck it.  From now on I won't even try to park the van there.  I'm just tired of having to always deal with idiots parking in that spot.  I'm just tired.

Today would have been TheGirl and my anniversary.  Our eighth anniversary to be exact.  I sent her the above picture via text.  She responded, "Awww, memories."  Our friendship and relationship is kinda a cool story if you think about how we're still friends.  Eight years ago we "hung" out and that was the start of this journey.  Kinda incredible.

I took the photo above while driving home after work.

I went out to dinner with TheGirl to an Italian restaurant.  We ordered some wine.

These are some sort of weights used during the repair of an elevator.  They are heavy, to say the least.

My coworker invited me to get coffee.  I don't drink coffee, but went with him anyway.  While there my coworker bought me a cup of coffee, and I must say it was delicious.