Wait... how is it already September?  Since this month went by fast, so should this introduction.  On to the update.

Wed Aug 1, Work was pretty pointless today.  Not that it has a point many Wednesdays.  I got my assignments from Pseudo supervisor and I went about getting as many of them done as possible before I went home.  It was whatever.  I tagged in the morning and did my thing on the desk in the afternoon.  Nothing really to talk about there.

I haven't been able to write much about this, because I've been having to deal with it.  As I write this it's already a week after some of the events happened.  To go back in time a couple of weeks, my buddy asked TheWish out on a date.  To be precise, he asked her to dinner.  I guess these days women don't understand that "dinner" means "I'm interested in you and I want to court you by buying you dinner."  She said yes.  He and I discussed where to take TheWish, and we finally settled on a place downtown I've gone with TheGirl AND TheDesire.  It's a good place for a nice dinner.  He had some issues getting to the garage to park, but once there he seemed to do well.  He tried to ask her out again, but she kept playing phone and text tag with him, culminating in him calling her and leaving her a voice message that said in part, "Call me when you can."  She never did call him back.  But rather strung him along, until we are where we are right now... in ambivalence.  Meaning that she hasn't contacted him, and he is itching for answers.  I wish I had the answers, but in a way I do have the answer.  She's not interested in him.  Which is a shame, because I thought that TheWish and my buddy Vagabundo would make a nice couple.

Things didn't work out with TheWish and me, but I'm the one that walked away and didn't look back.  I like TheWish as a person, and certainly she's a nice girl.  I encouraged my buddy to go and ask her out.  He's not one to just do that, you know.  I honestly don't think that in the time I've known him that he's asked more than four girls out.  He's not in a good place, but at the same time he did over-invest his emotions on a girl.  It's WAY too early to invest this many emotions on a girl.  One date and he's THIS broken up?  Imagine if he was in a relationship with this girl?  I feel bad, because he's a good guy that "deserves" to have a nice lady friend.  Alas, TheWish isn't the one.

As for me, tonight being Wednesday, I went out with the one I thought was "The One," TheGirl and Cheyenne.  Can't forget Chan, he came too.  We never know where to go, since we have a somewhat limited assortment of places to eat these days.  I don't mind that we have to bring Cheyenne with us.  If anything, I love her so much that I want her to come along for dinner.  I only get to see her two times a week.  If we don't take her to dinner with us I do miss her.  And I know that she's at home wishing she could come out with us.  Yes, from time to time, like last week, TheGirl will mention that it's best to leave her home.  Last week we legitimately needed to leave her home, because of the heat.  But this week we HAD to take her with us.  We went to an so-so Italian place in Burbank.  I haven't had the best of food there, but it's OK.  Yesterday would have been our eighth anniversary.  Of course we didn't even make it to our second, but here we are still friends for a longer period of time than we were in a relationship.  And we still think about "what might have been."  Our romantic relationship is long in the past.  But our friendship, which was always more important to me than the romantic relationship, is still going strong.

Thu Aug 2, I've thought about how I care about things, but only certain things, because to care about everything is not going to do me any good.  I want to care about things, because they matter.  However, since certain things don't matter to those in charge, they don't matter to me.  Deep down inside I do care about these things, but I have to continually train myself to not give a fucking damn.  Case in point, parking the delivery van.  For a couple of weeks now I was told that I had to park the van in the North parking lot of the library.  Of course EVERY fucking time I've tried to park there there's someone in the van's spot.  I should have put that in quote, "Van's spot," since it's not official.  Somehow these dopes ordered signs from the city that the parking enforcement people say are not "official."  This means they can't ticket some dope that has parked there.  It also doesn't help when another city entity parks their van in the delivery van's spot, as you see above.  That van in the "van's spot," belongs to the senior center.  I've NEVER seen them park in that spot before, but suddenly there they are.  Whatever.  When I saw this I figured that tonight I would just park it on the East parking lot and not even try to find this spot open, because it's only been open ONCE since I was told that I had to park the van there.  Fuck this shit!

Because of circumstances I have been eating my lunch at the Brand library lately.  After today I really don't want to eat my lunch there anymore.  To be clear, it's not just today though.  It's the accumulation of so many years of having to eat there and having the dopes that work there say something like, "Oh, you must really like it here since you're having lunch here."  NO!  I may or may not like Brand, but that shouldn't signal to you that I like the place because I happen to be hungry when I show up there.  I'm so tired of dopey remarks like that.  I think that next week I'll try my best to simply avoid having my lunch there.  See, the logic doesn't hold.  How come I only eat lunch there half of the year?  Hmm?  How come people don't put some thought into the premise that I love eating there?  Because, if that was the case wouldn't I ALWAYS eat there?  However, for months I don't.  They don't think about that, do they?  Like I said, next week I'll definitely try to avoid eating there.  There's a park between Casa and Brand that I'll try to go to have lunch.  I'll heat my food up at Casa and go there next week.

My buddy asked me if I wanted to get a drink tonight.  I knew where that request was coming from, so I said sure.  I came home and passed out for a while, and then had some food.  He came by and we talked about this whole thing with TheWish.  To update, still no sign of her.  She's "busy."  It was only a week ago that they were having dinner and it looked like it was full steam ahead.  Now here we were sitting in my backyard drinking some whiskey lamenting what went wrong.  Nothing went wrong, and everything went wrong.  There's nothing to do done now.  Nothing can fix this thing.  At least he took hit shot.

Fri Aug 3, Every time I show up to work it reminds me not to care.  Don't give a shit about this job, beyond that it feeds me.  It sure doesn't sustain me in any meaningful way aside from paying my bills.  When I leave this place I leave it clean.  I leave it tired, but I leave it clean.  I seriously don't care anymore.

On my way to Pasadena Vagabundo texted me to tell me that TheWish emailed him.  Apparently not a short email, but a nice long email explaining things.  Above is our text exchange.  I have to say that whatever personal issues she's going through it's no reason to not contact a guy who is trying to do right by her.  He later went on to text that she always gets this way during the anniversary of a certain person in her life passing away.  Blah, blah, blah.  To me it sounds like too much.  A good liar keeps details short.  That way you can't be backed into a corner with details that can later be contradicted.  A long email explanation just sounds like a bad liar trying to throw as much at the person so they will believe them.  It's what people that aren't used to lying do.  They get too much in the weed thinking that if they give a ton of reason that the other person will believe them.  Often it will work, because those listening don't know what to look out for... too many details.  When my buddy told me it was a long email that's what it smacked of, over explanation in order to convince him that this and that is true.  Whatever.  I hope he doesn't buy it.  He says he wants to email her back.  That's fine, but no way he should think that this means anything.

Today's route was standard.  I've gotten into a groove where even if there's something new that I have to move I just go in stride and get it done.  The heat really didn't beat me up until the end of the route.  I was really feeling it by the time I left work.  I considered sleeping in my car to rest before driving home.  But, that wouldn't help seeing as I would be in a hot car.  So I stayed at the library for a little bit trying to cool down before going home.  I was super tired when I got home, but how many times have you read that here?

Sat Aug 4, I went out to the other side of the Valley in order to get my hair cut.  The other day there was a list of places that have good fish and chips.  It's not like it's super close to my barber, but I figured that it would be a good idea to make a fish and chips run.  They really hit the spot.

The picture above is of Emma from social media.  She went with a friend to Disneyland.  I have a bit of a crush on Emma.  The other night I was thinking of texting her, just to say hi or some foolish thing.  I've become quite attracted to her lately.  I'm not sure where this is coming from.  What I do know is that when I'm in her presence my attention perks up.  I can't help but look at her like a man looks at a woman, with the desire to hold her in my arms and treat her right.  Pretty corny, and I'm sure it's coming from simple horniness.

Sun Aug 5, This is a picture of the IHOP that my aunt and I go to on Sundays before I drop her off at my Godmother's and then I go off to work.  We've been going there for about a year, at least.  The cute girl that worked the register is now working as a waitress.  Because of that I almost never get to interact with her.  Just great.

I've been supportive of my buddy during this whole engagement with TheWish.  It was meant to be a good thing, but of course being a girl TheWish didn't follow the "script."  Still, I do think he's taking it harder than he should be taking it.  Almost all of us have had someone we like reject us.  My buddy seems to be taking this like a death.  It's not a death.  He needs to buck up and look at the cartoon above.

My coworker is so curvy.  I've mentioned her before, so I won't go too far into this subject.  I'll just say that I only wish I might have a chance with her.  But of course I have a million obstacles in front of me if I even thought of asking her out.  Age, for one.  I'm a fat slob, for two.  I don't know anymore.  It's such a mockery to see her walking around.

I got on the freeway and bolted home, as I usually do after a shit shift at work on a Sunday.  Tonight the traffic was lighter than usual, even for a Sunday.  It was nice though.

Mon Aug 6, The picture above is of LaFlor.  Duh.  I like this girl.  My buddy might have failed with TheWish, but he still encourages me to take my shot with LaFlor.  But after what he went through I wonder if I should even take a shot with LaFlor.  Ultimately I wonder what I have to offer her.  I'm fat, I'm not rich, and I'm damaged.  That's not a winning relationship resume.  If I had something to offer her perhaps it would be easier to ask LaFlor out on a date.  Until then I guess I'll just dream.  It's a negative thought, but while talking to my buddy how things went with TheWish I wondered how things would work out if I did ask LaFlor out.  Would she say yes?  OK, now she's said yes, but does she think I'm just asking her to dinner to be a buddy?  I just wish she would send me a signal, but that's not going to happen just because I wish it to happen.  Sigh.

My neighbor keeps their car in our front yard in order to deter some dope trying to break in, as they someone tried a couple of years ago.  Today my aunt was told by my neighbor that they were going to be moving the car out of our front yard.  I don't mind, but my aunt thought this meant we were going to be robbed.  Having a car in the front may or may not be a deterrent.  But, there's nothing, short of buying another car, that we can do.  Our neighbors clearly have plans for that car now.  The good thing is that I installed a bunch of cameras around the house.

I don't know why I checked my email when I arrived home tonight, but I did.  This is what I found (the above email).  Fucking bullshit.  I know it's been a week since I was given that assignment TheLamp speaks of, but in actual work days it was two days... Wednesday and Sunday.  Sunday is a wash.  I can't do anything on that day, because of the nature of the shift.  So that means I only had a few hours on Wednesday to do this assignment.  And really that's not a few hours, since I still have to do work on pseudo supervisor's assignments.  I fucking hate this job right now to the point that I want to just quit.

Tue Aug 7, I mentioned it here before how I really hate dealing with people that disturb me during my lunch hour.  I need a place between Casa and Brand, and I think I found one.  There's a little park that's actually an adobe that exists between the two branches.  I saw it online, but today I went to check it for myself.  It looks like a good potential spot for my lunch.  As you can see from the picture, there are picnic tables!  Nice!  I'll try to have lunch here on Thursday.

I had to have my lunch at Brand today, since I wasn't sure about the adobe park.  Also, there's no way to heat up my lunch at the park.  I figured the next best thing would be to eat my lunch out in the Brand lawn.  It was fucking hot and humid, but I rather suffer with the heat than have to suffer from people asking me twenty questions while I simply try to have a meal.  I guess people can't leave me alone during my lunches.  It's like they can't help themselves, and they have to comment about something.  It's very frustrating.  But, then again, what isn't frustrating these days?

The idiocy at the library does not abate for one moment.  Today the dopes at the Pacific park branch turn to me and tell me that they want me to haul some boxes to Central.  Then they point to about twenty-five boxes full of books.  Ah, no.  There's no way that I can take all those boxes to Central with a van that's packed.  But, I tell them that I'll take as many as I can.  Half way to Central they call me and tell me that I need to take the boxes back to Pacific because, "We just read our email and it says that they need to have special labels."  Ah, then why the FUCK are you telling me to take all those boxes to Central, I thought.  If they weren't ready to go, why are you telling me that they NEED to go to Central?

This immediacy is typical at the library.  EVERYONE needs something done this exact moment.  But, they really don't.  Because, like in this case, they're not actually ready to have something done.  I would have just tossed these books in the recycling bin, but these dopes never do that.  The picture above is of the dock at Central.  It is PACKED.  If I had taken all twenty-five boxes with me to Central I'm not even sure where I could put them (other than the recycling bin) where they would fit.  These dopes never take the time to follow through with things, nor do they take the time to simply FUCKING CHECK anything.  I literally want to burn these books in a huge bonfire.  Everyone at the library can eat shit, for all I care.  I'm so tired of this fucking shit!

Wed Aug 8, I texted the above photos to Talia today.  I haven't texted her in a couple of weeks, but when I see pictures like the above on my feed I feel I should text her.  After seeing the above photos she told me that she wants to go and take some photos.  I can't deny that she has been my most consistent model over the years.  Maybe I can get her to do some good photos soon.  Could be.

My aunt made some hamburger helper the other day, but after having it for two days straight I just couldn't eat it for another day.  The good thing is that I had bought some frozen food to eat in just such cases.  I really HATE eating my lunch in the staff lounge, because someone will always make a comment about my lunch.  I never ask others what they're eating, I don't understand why everyone else feels compelled to ask me what I'm having for lunch.  Just leave me alone!  I leave others alone, you think they could extend the same courtesy towards me.  Nope.

Dinner with TheGirl is always a good time.  Especially when we go to the Counter by her house.  The weather was warm tonight, but thankfully it cooled down a bit soon after we sat down.  After the shitty week I had so far I needed tonight's dinner with TheGirl.  I wish I had the ability to just walk away from both of these shit jobs.  They are both burning dumpster fires.  I really need to play the lottery.

Thu Aug 9, I had tuna salad for lunch today, but the heat was so bad that I didn't take my lunch at the adobe as planned.  I went to the adobe, but I just couldn't sit outside in this heat, so I simply parked the van and kept the engine running so I could keep the A/C on.  It wasn't perfect, but it was better than trying to eat in the sauna heat.  It sucks that I can't just eat my lunch in peace at these locations.  I think that's why I love it when I'm able to eat lunch at Chevy.  99.9% of the time the branch is empty... just how I like it.  Alas, even as I'm able to avoid dopes ruining my lunch I still have to deal with something.  In this case, the heat.

The dopes at Brand informed me that there were some donations in the dock area.  I always wonder why they even bother with these moldy donations, but they do.  I took three boxes, with about at least a dozen more leftover.  I took them to their proper place at Central... the recycling bin.  Just as I was going to text Misa she actually beat me to the punch to inform me that the new librarian there actually threw out the remaining boxes.  Oh thank the maker!  Now if I could only get the same thing to be done to the other donations at Pacific.  It's never ending.

TheDesire posted some pictures on social media from a wedding she attended.  The above photo was one of the photos she posted.  There was a point in my life when TheDesire was the focus of all my wants.  After my relationship with TheGirl ended I REALLY focused on trying to win over TheDesire.  Boy did I want her in my life.  Back then I had an attachment to TheGirl, but having been hurt I was ready to move on.  TheDesire represented a new start.  A lot of water has passed under that bridge now.  With her impending departure looming, I still think of the former version of TheDesire.  The one I asked to model for me all those many years ago.  I thought she was one of the most beautiful women I had encountered.  I remember our coworkers always mentioning how beautiful she was.  These days they reserve those comments for Gen.  These days they say that TheDesire, "Looks like a mom."  But they don't entirely mean it in a bad way, the subtext is that they remember how attractive she was.  She was the best among them and now she's but a shadow of that beautiful woman.  I still happen to love her.  My want was to drink in her beauty, but it went beyond that.  I liked her.  I liked who she was.  So when people do mention she looks like a mom I don't see that as a terrible thing.  She is still beautiful to me.  And I still desire her.  But she's even more damaged now than when she was when I met her.  She has all the other worts she had before, plus a few more added for good measure.  Yet, I would still want to be with her in a heartbeat.  OK, maybe two heartbeats.  I'm going to miss seeing her at work, despite the fact that she's like a ghost there anyway.

Fri Aug 10, I decided to hit my last stops of the day first today.  I can see the merits of how Benedict hit these two stops before they open.  It helps avoid those dopes.  Today I wanted to avoid the dopes at Pacific for sure.  Mission accomplished, partially.  Watson, as my buddy calls her, was there.  She was busy on the phone to deal with me, which is good.  Hitting those two locations early saved me so much time.  I was up at Montrose earlier than when I'm on the route normally.  And that's AFTER hitting Pacific and Adams.  I didn't go to Chevy today, since I figured I would do it yesterday.

The rest of the route went as I expected it to go... right down the line.  I had lunch at Carl's, but it wasn't good at all.  I went back to the van and since I still had ten minutes left on my lunch I figured I would just sit there.  Next thing I know I'm falling asleep.  And, also the next thing I know I'm not waking up for nearly an hour.  I was ahead of schedule up till that point.  I only figured I would take a half hour, not an hour, for lunch.

The above is a picture of Misa at Brand.  She wore a pair of jeans today that hugged her butt.  Her bottom looked nice in the jeans she wore today.  I've always had a little thing for Misa.  When I first became friendly with Misa years ago I didn't know she was married.  Well, technically she wasn't married yet.  But she was attached, for sure.  Still, I've always thought she was cute.  Days like today I am reminded how I'm attracted to her.

Sat Aug 11, It was so nice to retreat to my backyard last night after a tough week at work.  All that stuff melted away as I tried to catch up on some journal writing while listening to some music and trying to take a picture of the Milky Way.  The last didn't work out so well, because I'm still not comfortable with the cable release I bought for the DSLR.  There's something I'm missing, which I'll try to work out.  Still, I got the picture above.  It was just nice to be back there.  It helped that it was cool out as well.  At one point I fell asleep on the bench and I didn't wake up until past midnight.  Ahhhh!  Is it crazy that when I woke up this morning my first thought was that I couldn't wait to go back there and decompress.

My aunt can be a bit of a pill at times.  Let's face it, she might be going senile.  Case in point, the above picture is of a fan she turned on after visiting my room for the Nth time today.  She noticed I was sweating and when she left my room she went and turned on this fan.  The fan is facing away from the camera.  The fan is rendered effectively useless by pointing it in this direction.  Whatever.

Sun Aug 12, The patrons at work seem to be getting crazier these days.  A few weeks ago there was a lady that wanted to know Meghan Markle's father's email address.  The patron tricked me, because I didn't know that Meghan's father's name was Thomas.  When she asked me she said, "Can you find me the email address for a Thomas Markle?"  I figured she knew the guy.  I should never assume that.  After I told her I couldn't find his address she said, "Oh, in that case I'll just write his daughter."  As I walked back to the reference desk I still didn't know what she meant.  It wasn't until I became curious and searched online for his name that I became aware that it was Meghan's father.

Today a patron needed help on the computers.  Of course I get the crazy ones, but my point in this paragraph is that all of them are crazy.  Today's top crazy, for me anyway, was a woman that was emailing Elon Musk.  She wanted to talk to him about a pair of lawsuits he's facing, because of his announcement that his company would be buying back stock and taking the company private.  In her email she says something to the effect that she wanted to help him with his two lawsuits.  Oh yeah, she can offer her "help."

Mon Aug 13, I have intentions of avoiding my cousin's kids and getting more work done by leaving earlier in the morning.  It's a good thing I did leave earlier today, because there was a point in my commute that the traffic stopped completely for what much have been seven minutes.  I didn't see it, but I assumed that they were clearing an accident.  After the stoppage I was able to fly to work.  Once I got to work I hit the ground running, and I do like having that extra time to get things done before pseudo supervisor shows up.  For some reason I always find it harder to work when she's around.

TheLamp has been looking really curvy lately.  Today could possibly be the curviest I've ever seen her.  I give you exhibit A, the picture above as evidence of said curviness.  She's been wearing tighter and tighter dresses.  Part of it is that I can tell she's "dieting" and exercising.  Whatever it is, all I know is that her body has been such a mockery lately.  There was a moment today when I was in the circulation work room and she ran in, because a patron was being a total dummy with her.  She ran in the back to use the computer and to escape the patron.  She turned the corner and really ran smack into my face.  I think it was the closest we have been.  Any closer and I would have to kiss her.  I've not thought about TheLamp in any way since she's attached and I've been focusing on LaFlor.  I'm not going to start now, but it's nice to watch her just be.

I stayed at work late tonight to get some things done for pseudo supervisor.  She had a big meeting tonight, and I wanted her to have samples of all the projects she has me working on.  I did my thing and didn't get out of Dodge until nearly 6pm.  I made quick time to TheGirl's place, but I also didn't pick up anything to eat.  I passed by a fast food place by her place and ordered some nacho fries.  Boy did they hit the spot.  They weren't super good, but they were really good.

After my super quick meal I went over to TheGirl's for our Monday visit.  She told me that she was told that they are planning on laying her off at work.  I didn't know what to say.  She's been looking for other work ever since she started her current job four years ago.  She's been on a few interviews, but nothing has obviously come up other than interviews.  I'm scared for her.  As she herself has pointed out, she is not a spring chicken.  I hate that she has to face this.  It's a fear I have as well.  That fear being growing old and not having a secure foundation for the rest of my life.  That's why I have this mad rush to save and invest money right now while I can.  I'm trying to pay my bills and get a nice nest egg built so I don't have to worry.  I started so late that it's a struggle to get all this done on my puny salary.  But, I'm trying.  TheGirl has a tiny nest egg for about $10,000.  That won't last her very long having to pay rent and all her bills.  I wish I had the resources to help her.  Alas, I can barely help myself sometimes.  I'll do what I can, of course.  But I just hope that she isn't laid off.  That would be the best thing, but it may not be the most realistic thing that is going to happen.

Tue Aug 14, I've mentioned my cousin's children showing up to go to school super early.  I think the earliest they arrived last semester was around 6:50am.  Something close to that.  Today they blew that early record away by showing up at the ungodly hour of 6:34am!  I've said it here before, but I'll mention it again that they don't start school until 8am!  I mean come on, why the fuck do they need to be here so fucking early.  This is just fucking inconsiderate.

Since I was going to work Glendale today I woke up early.  Otherwise I would likely be having to wait for them to get out of the bathroom in order to shower and get ready for work.

I told my buddy about this indignity and he rightfully told me that we need to say something to them.  But the sad thing is if we start saying things they're going to take it as some insult.  This is fucking bullshit!  Why can't they arrive no earlier than say 7:20am?  My aunt was still asleep this morning when these dopes showed up and invade the fucking house.  I do like that the house is full of life and my cousin's kid's laughs.  This place should always have that "being alive" element.  But not at 6:34 in the morning.

The route today was nothing to write about.  Pretty much a typical Tuesday is all I can say.  And hence I'll stop now.

Wed Aug 15, On Monday there was an accident that stopped the freeway for about ten minutes.  Today was a repeat, only this time it was father along my route to work.  Still, it's a good thing I left for work early.  What is it about this time of day that makes dopes crash into people?

Work was work today.  There was no LaFlor around, so that sucked.  I'm nearly finished with my projects, so today was a bit of a cruise day.  I did some personal work for pseudo supervisor.  It was a nice break from the realities of this place.

Our plan A for tonight was to go to dinner at the Dog Haus.  But, when we drove through the parking lot TheGirl saw that the patio was packed AND there was a dog about the size of Cheyenne we decided to go to her favorite Italian restaurant near Warner Brothers studio.  I've had some OK meals there, but hey, tonight she was buying.  Last time I had some so-so lasagna, so I figured that I would try something different tonight.  I ordered some gnocchi with spicy sauce, but it was just OK.  The wine REALLY hit the spot though.  The restaurant served it really cold, and it was super nice.  TheGirl, at one point during dinner, says to me, "I wish I could always feel this way."  I know that the reason why we still have this dinner in the middle of the week is because we both have a great time together.  I could write more about how much we mean to each other, but it's hard to convey those feelings other than to say that throughout our history the Wednesday night dinner has been the most enduring part of our relationship and friendship.

Thu Aug 16, There was an attractive page in the Pasadena workroom last week.  I only had the opportunity to see her in passing.  Nevertheless, my heart definitely skipped a beat when I saw her, because her hips shone in the darkness of my current love life.  It's been a week since I saw her, and thankfully today when I went to Pasadena she was in the workroom.  I think she looks wonderful amazing, effervescent!  My only thought today was, "How do I get to know her name?"  My second thought was, "How do I get to know her?"

I'm probably jinxing myself by saying/writing this here, but in the past I have been able to get close to the women I have desired by saying a phrase to myself.  It worked with the Silmarillion, TheDesire, and Talia (to name a few).  After I somehow ask her for her name I must figure out how to get her to have dinner with me.  And having recent events be a reminder, I have to let her know my intentions to not just be friends.  The recent events being my buddy's dinner with TheWish and having that be misunderstood by TheWish as just being a friendly dinner rather than a romantic dinner.

When I returned from Pasadena I found that the driveway was blocked with the barriers these dopes couldn't find last week.  Even though they themselves placed them in the storage room right across from the children's room.  I had to park the van next to the bookdrop.  It was only then that one of the children's librarians offered to move her car so I could pull the van up.  Yeah, way to not notice me before.  Fucking idiot.  Also, the car in the picture, on the far right (red) was the one that I needed moved at that point.  But dummy librarian tells me she doesn't have the keys.  First off, why the FUCK is that bus thingie with the mosquito information not parked by the curb?  Why must it be SO FAR AWAY from the curb?  Second, why must the whole driveway be blocked off.  They know I use that for deliveries.  They see me every fucking day do this, and yet they still don't have consideration for my job.  Fucking idiots.  Of course, to top all of this off it turns out that the mosquito bus thing was not even supposed to be here today.  They cancelled it a couple of weeks ago, and it just showed up.  Morons!  Knowing these dopes they didn't follow up on anything.

The above is an excerpt from AD's "Email of Death," as I call it.  It's a shit show of nothing.  This isn't even a good example of how vapid her emails are.  But, every week it contains something interesting, a farewell.  She sends this out and mentions how she's leaving to go back to Vegas.  Mind you, it's fucking Thursday when she sends this.  I'm not sure how she is able to run off every Thursday afternoon and fly off to Vegas for the weekend.  And when I say weekend I mean she comes back on Tuesday.  What a fucking tool.

Fri Aug 17, When I arrived this morning I noticed that some of the bins that I bought in yesterday were not sorted.  By some I mean ALL OF THEM.  This is one of the many "tragedies" of the libraries I work for claim... understaffing.  It's a reality in today's world, and has probably been a reality since the first time some poor dope worked for some rich asshole.  Later, when I came back from finishing the route, Jade told me that no one was around to do the job last night.  I believe that.  Because, the dopes upstairs NEVER seem to think about the poor saps that are in the trenches doing the actual work that needs to get done.

I texted TheGirl today about how busy I was.  I added that everyone finds it easy to directly ask me to do this or that job.  Why?  One, because of course my supervisor sucks dick, and doesn't ever respond to email requests.  And two, as TheGirl says, "You're too nice."  Today the request was to return the street barriers.  I say that we should keep these barriers in the dock area, because these dopes use them so often.  But, no.  They want them out of here.  Idiots.  I don't want to fight them on every little thing anymore.  It takes more energy to fight these little battles than they're worth.

I was loading the van and out of the corner of my eye I notice a girl that works with me at San Marino.  Then Becks shows up.  Then TheLamp.  It was a mini-reunion of the San Marino gang.  It's a small library world, to say the least.  TheLamp looked nice.

I already had a full morning by the time I reached Chevy.  This is probably why I needed to rest as soon as I arrived at Chevy.  I went to the pit and took a nap.  I put a timer on my phone, because if I just put it on my watch I'll sleep through it.  Just as the timer ended I actually received a call from Emma.  She wanted to know where I was, because she needed a book on Canada.  See, see how people ask me to do things.  My rest over I went on my still tired, but merry, way.

When I arrived at Brand I wasn't feeling as tired as I was earlier at Chevy.  I was actually feeling really good, and chipper you might say.  This fit right in with the gang there, since they were seemingly all in good mood.  It was like a party atmosphere.  Maybe it's just like that when I arrive, but they seemed to all have something funny to say.  I loved the vibe.  The picture above is of the new girl that works there.  She's the marketing lady's daughter, so of course she gets a job at the library.  I must say, she's pretty cool, and seems to do her work.  I'll have to ask Misa about that last part.  There was a point when I was going to leave and she says, "Your mood perfectly matches mine," but with a straight face.  Also, she got right up to my face.  Another couple of inches and our noses would be touching.  Just as I was leaving she poked me on my side fat with her index finger.  I don't think anything of it, because she's an actress.  She's out there.

When I arrived at Grandview the good vibes continued.  Becks was there.  She wanted me to tell another employee the story of naked guy at San Marino.  We then started to talk about other stuff that goes on in the library.  It was a good time.  I liked those vibes.  The people I work with can sometimes be pretty cool.  The managers are a bunch of idiots, but some of my coworkers are nice.

When I arrived home from work tonight I was a little tired, but I didn't think I was so tired that I needed to sleep.  I turned on the TV as my aunt FaceTimed the family in Mexico.  I found myself dozing off, and I figured I would just go to bed and take a short nap.  I woke up over an hour later.  I went outside to my backyard to chill.  Around 9:30pm my aunt comes out and asks if I want anything to eat.  The list of dishes she made this week are: chicken in some sort of chipotle sauce, cold pasta, and hamburger helper.  Each dish was completely bland.  The hamburger helper had zero taste.  I threw some tomato sauce on it to give it SOME flavor the other day.  It didn't make it great, but I was able to eat it for lunch.  The cold pasta was meh.  I opened a can of chili and poured it on top, and mixed in some sriracha to give it a kick.  This was the only way I was able to eat it.  But it was the chicken in chipotle sauce was the absolute worse.  The chicken was somehow dry, even though it was swimming in the chipotle sauce.  It was also completely flavorless.  I don't think she used any seasoning on the chicken.  She bought a rosemary plant a few months ago, you think she would throw some of THAT on top of the chicken to give it SOME flavor.  Nope.

I love my aunt, and do appreciate that she slaves over a hot stove when it's hot in the house, but these dishes are not for me.  She often ends up throwing the food away, because eat it once and never want to touch it again.  She tells me, "I had to throw," such and such away.  One, don't make a mountain of the dish.  These days I don't eat that much.  Let's look at it this way... I probably eat no more than a half dozen meals at home.  Add my work days and we have more meals.  Monday I eat breakfast in the morning, but it's usually something my aunt bought at the store.  I have lunch at San Marino from what she makes me to eat.  I eat dinner out before going to TheGirl's for a visit.  It's funny that my aunt will ask me if I want to eat dinner when I arrive at 9pm.  Yeah, I'm going to eat THAT LATE.  Tuesday I also eat what she made me for lunch at work and then when I come home I eat something she made.  Wednesday is the same as Monday, what with Wednesday being dinner with TheGirl night.  Thursday is the same as Tuesday.  Friday is a slight variation.  The last few weeks I have not taken anything for lunch at work with me.  Instead I'll just go and buy a burger or something.  Like today I bought a pastrami sandwich and at it in two parts.  That's the last thing I had to eat, aside from some chips I just ate.

My aunt will ask me what I want to eat, but truthfully I just want her to make some yummy rice and I'll just eat that.  Anything else is just going to be a bland mess.

Sat Aug 18, For a couple of weeks my aunt has been saying I should order a new A/C unit for my room.  The one I have is old, and it doesn't cool anymore.  She told me to go online and buy one.  I did, and I found one that was good and cheap.  It was one that had a box that had some damage, and so they sold it at a discount.  It arrived Thursday, but I didn't get a chance to install it until today.  What with all that "rest" I got from my after breakfast nap, I was able to install it in about an hour.  It wasn't super easy, but it wasn't bad.  I won't be using it too often, just when it gets really warm.

Sun Aug 19, My favorite waitress didn't serve me today, but she was serving the couple across from us this morning.  It was nice to see her body closer than always so far away.  I don't even know why I lust after her, or any woman for that matter.  It's just nice to be in a nice girl's presence at this point.

Work was work today, which means that for the first hour that we're open we at the reference desk are slammed with requests, questions and general annoyances.  This first hour of my shift is why I hate going into work on Sunday.  The money I make might not be a lot, but it's enough that it keeps me coming back on Sundays.  My buddy telling me what he's going to quit San Marino is understandable, but at the same time I don't understand how he can walk away from the money.  At least before he has another job lined up.  I know he doesn't.  Whatever.  I have to worry about myself.

I absolutely look forward to sitting in my backyard these days.  It's my sanctuary from the idiots, the dopes and the morons I deal with on a daily basis.  I don't even like it when my aunt comes out to ask me a stupid question.  She hasn't done that much lately, but today she did.  Just leave me be, lady.

Mon Aug 20, LaFlor came into work in her "civilian" clothes today.  She cleans up REALLY well.  I hadn't seen her in "civilian" clothes in a long time, so of course stupid me has to say something about how nice she looks.  But in this era I can't just say she looks nice.  I have to hide it in a way.  I told her, "You look human."  I later told her that I was sorry for implying that she doesn't look human at other times.  I know, I'm a big dope.

I pretended to put food in my lunch pale this morning, but all I put in there was some tea.  I had two items in the freeze at work for lunch, just in case of these circumstances.  It's a good thing, because the food that my aunt has been making lately has been terribly bland.  She's tired.  She doesn't put care into the meals.  She doesn't want to add too much salt, but because of that idea she had no salt.  I get that she wants to be healthy, but I'm not asking for a truck of salt and seasonings.  Just a pinch.

After work I usually get something to eat before visiting TheGirl.  Tonight I had to stop at the grocery story for something and decided to just pick up some items from the grocery store hot food section.  The chicken and mac & cheese wasn't do die for, but they certainly hit the spot.

What I don't understand is that EVERY Monday after I arrive from visiting TheGirl my aunt will ask if I want something for dinner.  I ALWAYS tell her no.  I don't understand why my aunt asks EVERY TIME.  I never say yes.  Whatever, I don't know she doesn't have any accumulated knowledge.

Tue Aug 21, The circulation work room is packed with books.  I was told that there are, "No pages," to do the work.  I don't get how the largest branch in the system has fewer pages than some of the small branches.  It's another sign of the lack of leadership.  What I also like is how little space I'm given to work my delivery items.  As always, delivery is the red-headed stepchild of the library.  These days I don't even mention this to anyone.  Why bother?  Nothing is going to change.

The van was pretty packed today, thanks in part to some extra special boxes that needed to go to a storage facility.  But it wasn't just those special boxes, but rather other boxes that were delivery related, but are not part of the usual delivery.  These days I just say to myself that I'll get whatever needs to get done, because bitching about it sure won't help any.

I FINALLY had a quiet moment to have my lunch at Brand.  It was so nice to go into the kitchen and not find anyone there.  And it was doubly nice to not have anyone barge in while I'm eating to ask me twenty questions.  That is until I fucking took the above picture to illustrate my solitude in the kitchen.  Of course moments later one of the librarians comes into the kitchen and says, "I guess we should be honored that you choose to have your lunch here."  I could have smoothed it over and answered in the affirmative, but I wasn't in the mood.  I told him basically that it just so happens that Brand is where I get hungry.  I tried to explain to him that to me all the branches are the same to me.  I could see that my statement was a bit of a punch in the gut.  I slightly retracted my statement saying, "It's wonderful here."  But, the damage was done.  He left shortly after.  Good.  I don't want to have lunch with anyone.  Be gone, dopes!

Just before leaving for work I needed to pee.  I went to the men's room and noticed that the mirror was gone.  I come to find out that some dope, of course, broke the mirror.  For now, no mirror.  I say, leave the wall just like this.  What do we need a mirror for anyway?  I didn't even notice that there was no mirror until after I finished washing my hands.

Wed Aug 22, My buddy's negative attitude lately has really brought me down a bit.  I try to look at the bright side of things as much as possible.  I also understand that it's not always possible to see the bright side of things.  Some things are just dark.  Last night I was on the phone with my buddy and at one point he asked me if anyone had mentioned TheWish at work.  I told him that no, no one had mentioned her since she was fired.  Why would they?  Everyone has moved on.  He hasn't.  He still has some hope that she will contact him and be all friendly to him.  Things don't work out like that in real life.  Also, to what end?  To just be friends?  No thanks.  He had one date with this girl, and she didn't even consider it a date.  What I'm trying to say is that he shouldn't be this hung up on this girl.  Especially since he has mentioned that intellectually he understands that pining away for this girl's friendship is not healthy.  Yet, he's still doing it.  I can't blame him for that.  I can blame him for knowing better and still letting it linger for weeks.

This morning my aunt asked me if I liked the chicken dish she made last week.  I didn't tell her I hated it, I just said that I didn't like it much.  She didn't seem happy about me saying that.  But as I mentioned in a previous entry, the fucking thing was completely flavorless.  She didn't season the chicken... AT ALL!  ARGH!  Sorry, not sorry, she needs to just make me rice for lunch.  I'll love that more.

I've been working on a way to show the progress of the RFID project at San Marino.  Today I put the poster and these two smaller versions of the poster up for all to see.  There, I'm done.  Ha!  Yeah, right!

The best night of the week is when Chan and I get to go over to TheGirl's house and have dinner with her and Cheyenne.  We had plans to go to a hot dog joint last week.  However, when we drove by looking for a parking spot TheGirl noticed that there was a large dog in the patio area.  Cheyenne doesn't play nice with dogs her size.  She's OK with smaller dogs, but when she sees a larger dog something is triggered and she has to go after the other dog.  TheGirl thinks that it's something she's been conditioned to do because of her past.  That's very likely.  That meant this week we went to the hot dog place to have dinner.  There's just something about this little group, the four of us, that works.  Wednesdays are the best day of the week.  I love TheGirl and Cheyenne equally.  I've probably said it before, but I love Cheyenne to the point that I NEED her in my life.  She has taught me so much about caring just by the fact that she accepted me into her life.  When she first met me she was ready to rip my head off.  Now, I know she would rip the head of anyone threatening me.  I know that I would do I don't know what to assure that she was well.  She has brought TheGirl and I closer.  I still wonder what Cheyenne makes of Chan though.  She must know he's not alive, but also wonders why he moves around.  That's a question I'll never know the answer to.

Thu Aug 23, When I arrived at work there was a mountain of books in the circulation room.  This is the new normal.  I don't know how many pages have quit or have curtailed their hours on their own in the last few weeks, but it's a significant amount since the book situation is worse than ever.  Do you think that the idiots upstairs in administration care if the books get back on the shelf within a couple of days?  Yeah, right.  They don't care about anything but themselves.  Well, I say they can eat shit.

When I went to the sorting table I noticed that there was one bin that had three iPads in it.  There's a whole drama about where the iPads were supposed to go, but I won't bore you with that now.  I just love that these dopes just spent how many hundreds of dollars on iPads for some random bullshit program where no one will show up.  And then a couple of years ago, when the iPads are in a corner gathering dust, they will say that the iPads are "obsolete" and they'll just have to buy new ones.  Fucking idiots.  The library bought about fifty mini iPads a few years ago.  They were to be used to have the general public check them out so they could read e-books.  This way they wouldn't feel left behind, because they couldn't read a book that was available in paper, that was also available in tablet version.  The logic of such a thing is nothing but stupid.  These dopes just want to find an excuse to spend the city's money.  Fucking morons.  It was only last week that I delivered six or so mini iPads from one of the branches to Central, because they weren't going to use them to check out to patrons.  Again, because they were "obsolete."  Morons.

I was hoping to see the cute page in the Pasadena workroom when I delivered to Pasadena today.  Sure enough the Gods heard my plea.  Or was it that she is scheduled to work on Thursdays when I happen to show up?  Either way, she was there.  Of course now I have to figure out a way to introduce myself to her and get into her life and go out with her and be intimate with her.  That's all.  Pretty simple, right?  I have one piece of the puzzle, I have a name.  There was another woman working in the workroom this morning.  She called out to the cute page, "Chloe."  Yes!  I now know her first name!

My aunt's food has been less than stellar lately.  This is why, despite the fact that I had lentil soup with me for lunch, I still stopped off to get a burger.  But this time I bought two of the sliders.  One hit the spot after I had the late morning munchies.  I had the other one with the lentil soup for lunch.  They really hit the spot.

Someone went ahead and broke the mirror in Central's men's room.  I posted about that a few entries ago.  Today one of the maintenance guys was putting the finishing touches on the wall.  He told me that he was just there to repair and paint the wall.  He didn't know if they would replace the mirror.  It's likely they will, but quite frankly I don't care if they don't replace it.

It was late tonight when I was at my computer trying to write this journal when my aunt comes out from the darkness and asks me some question about who knows what.  I think it was about what time I was leaving for work tomorrow.  Whatever!  I tell her and as she's turning to leave she spots the "energy drink" that I have in my room.  She turns around and says, "You shouldn't drink that, because it's bad for your heart."  I didn't hide my displeasure with her telling me this.  I don't give a shit!  I don't like this stuff, but I feel the need to drink it during my route days, because I'm absolutely exhausted.  This is a failing of something else in my life, but since I can't fix that I have to fix the symptom.  I could drink some other "energy" drink, but I've had some of the others and they are terrible.  I know one in particular that will give me a lot of energy but then I'll "crash."  I just want to be left alone.  My aunt STILL doesn't get that I can't take anything she says seriously, because throughout our lives together she's shown that she's not logical or even right most of the time.  I'm not always right, but I like to think that I'm at least logical.  I grant you that she may be right about the "energy" drink being bad for me.  However, driving off the road is a much more immediate threat.

Fri Aug 24, My supervisor at Glendale is a bit of a duffus, to say the least.  Last week he missed most of the work week because he was "sick."  Now I can't know for sure that he was, or wasn't, sick.  However, this was after he went on a one day trip up to Joshua Tree.  I know this because my buddy was on that trip.  Unbeknownst to my buddy Kvon was invited.  When I showed up this Tuesday, I noticed that Kvon wasn't in his office.  My coworker informed me that he was, "Out all week."  This after missing last week being "sick."  His empty office will be his legacy.  I like him as a person, but like so many people these days, he wants to take the easy way out.  You could say that he is a product of the times.  However, I told my buddy the other night that we humans are unique in that we can go beyond our original "programming."  I should say that all of us "can" go beyond our original programming, but the majority of us don't.  He could have come in with some new ideas for circulation.  He could have tried to break up this horrible desk schedule, that makes everyone want to run.  He could have organized how we do things, so we don't have the bottlenecks we do now.  Simply, he could have done things right.  Instead he decided that it was better for him to just sit there and not do anything to improve his own situation.  He has it good, and by trying to do anything he knew that it would be hard work.  He doesn't want to do the heavy lifting.  He wants to chill.  Hell, he doesn't even want to be there from what I can tell.  This is why it irks me when I see the above social media post about "TGIF."  What about this week would make you thank that it's Friday?  He had the entire week off.  There's no Friday finish line when you haven't been in the rat race.  Fucking shit, just don't post shit like this when I'm at work hustling to get through the day.  When we're all there at the library, good or bad, doing our job.  But also, that for other Friday isn't "Friday," because they have to work on Saturday.  In order words, Kvon needs to come correct.  But knowing him and all the other administration dopes, he won't.

I went to Pasadena with the slight hope that I would see that wonderful looking woman from last week, and yesterday, again today.  I didn't, but I had hopes that I could find out more than her first name.  After hearing her coworker call her by her name I went online to find someone with the same name on social media.  No luck.  She might be one of these people that don't subscribe to social media.  That's fine.  Then again, she might be on social media, but is smart enough not to mention anything personal.  Such as where she works.  There's also the fact that I'm simply working with a first name and nothing else.  I just know her first name and where she works.  That's not a lot to work with.  In the workroom there's a board on which the daily schedule is posted.  When the Pasadena driver walked out of the work room I figured it was a good chance to possibly find out this woman's full name.  However, the schedule posted was today's schedule.  I tried to find yesterday's schedule in the trash, but with no luck.  I MUST somehow get to know this woman, that I'm infatuated with.

I went ahead and delivered to the Adams branch first thing on the route.  I did this to maybe save some time later in the route.  Of course by the time I finished it was the same time I always finish.  Nevertheless, it was good to break the monotony of the route by going to Adam's first thing.  I might try this next week.

If you have read more than a few entries here you will remember that I have a bit of a crush on Emma.  Today she wore a dress that clung to her body.  My primate brain wanted to stare and admire her.  TheRose was there as well, and her body was incredible as well, but my eyes could not stop looking at Emma's body.  She asked me what I was doing in three weeks.  Specifically September 14th.  She then went on to invite me to go bowling with "The gang" for her thirtieth birthday.  I told her I would be there.  I added that her birthday marked her being an, "Adult."  She didn't want to think about that.  She mentioned having to look for a full time job.  She definitely has to find a full time job.  Then again, so do I.

As I was saying, Emma looked incredibly desirable today.  Her dress clung to her body in a way that reminded me that I am a man.  I want to be intimate with Emma before I don't exist.  She is thin, but when she has worn dresses that cling like this one did today, I see her femininity.  She hasn't mentioned that guy she was dating, but she also hasn't mentioned not being with him any more.  It's hard to know with Emma, but I'm sure she is still seeing the last guy she mentioned.  I guess I'll know in three weeks for sure, if the guy shows up to the bowling party.

I didn't see AD at Central, but when I arrived at Brand I noticed her car was parked there.  This can't be good news.  Later, Misa mentioned that she had overheard some things.  She overheard that they were preparing to fire someone, a full timer.  They were covertly getting the paperwork ready to fire this person, or even multiple people.  Misa also thinks that a hug her boss gave AD was a "condolence" hug.  Meaning that AD didn't get the director's job.  Why should she?  She's only been assistant director for about a year and a half.  Bundy at Casa mentioned that the requirements said seven years experience.  No way AD qualifies for that.  This doesn't mean that AD won't still be a force at the library.  Who knows what bullshit the next director is into.  Misa was adamant that someone was getting fired though.  There's a guy in the IT department that has been out on "leave" for nearly a year.  I saw him twice a few months ago.  But after that brief appearance I have not seen him again.  Misa thinks that it's drug related.  We shall see.

My photo feed featured the above photo from 2003, of Talia.  This was the first time I photographed her.  I believe this was the night that she pulled my hand down her pants and directed me to finger her.  That was quite a night.  She wanted to fuck, but I didn't have a condom and I wasn't going to go in raw.  It's funny that I say that, because I almost always went in raw when we were having our little fun a few years later when I was at CSUN.  During our "fuck buddy" period of time I didn't ever wear a condom with her.  What was I thinking?  Anyway, that was Talia back in 2003.

This is Talia today.  She sent me this self portrait to show me how she looked today.  She claimed that her brother hit her for not cleaning up the house.  She complains about rat dropping being everywhere, but blames the house for that.  The house?  It's a sty.  She DOESN'T clean the place.  Now she's telling me that she is going to move out.  She's trying to get a place.  She needs to move out of that house, and get away from her brother.  She told me that she's planning on getting liposuction done, and that she has an appointment with a doctor tomorrow.  Boy, the contrast of the upper photo from 2003 and today is drastic.  Talia has not taken care of herself in the years I've known her.  She's been sick, and of course she has bad habits that have contributed to her looking so aged.

Sat Aug 25, It was thirteen years ago today that I started my whole CSUN experience.  I always say that those years there were some of the best years of my life.  They really were.  The above pictures are of orientation day.  They told us what to expect from school, but I ready knew what I was going to do.  I wanted to hit the ground running, and I did.  I knew this was going to be the start of something great.  I love that they served us some whatever sandwich for lunch.  I remember trying to talk to the people besides me, since I was so excited.  But they were not interested.  When they said they were going to do a walking tour of the canvas I bailed on that and walked around the campus on my own.  I don't remember if I had any of my classes yet.  I probably didn't.  Still, I made the rounds around the entire campus.  Wow, thirteen years ago.

The boss announced in the weekly email that they hired a new part time librarian at San Marino.  I checked online to see if I could find what he/she looks like.  No luck.  Soon enough, they start on Tuesday.  Which means I may see them on Wednesday.  Also, I suspect that they will have this new librarian work with me on Sundays.

They also mentioned that they will stop using the self-checkout machine.  For now.  The official excuse is that, "The mix of tagged and non-tagged books are confusing patrons."  I have no idea why they started letting people check out books on this new machine without the entire collection being tagged.  Whatever, I don't care.  It's all a shit storm these days.

A few months back I was gifted a Starbucks gift card.  I'm not a coffee drinker, at all.  But I decided to download the app and put that money on the phone so I could go into the store and buy some stuff.  Most likely not coffee, but perhaps some iced tea and some food.  Lately on Fridays I try to mix it up by not taking food from home for my lunch on the route.  It's also because the food from home has been so meh.  I come to find out they have some food at Starbucks, so I figured I could at least try it.  The one right across from the city hall complex even has an expanded food menu.  I figure I could get some food there and spend some of the $50 I was gifted.

Sun Aug 26, Today was just another example how my San Marino job has become a shit show.  There was a point in the shift that there was only one clerk on the desk.  She may or may not be alright, but it's not fair to put her on the desk alone.  This is why the circulation "manager" needs to go.  Because he has zero sympathy for those who work the desk.  We are grunts.  We are there, because we need to money to feed ourselves.  And yet we fucking just do the job as we are told.  Fuck this place.

Mon Aug 27, I'm absolutely tired of my cousin's kids showing up at fucking 7am or earlier.  It's shit.  This week I'm trying something different in that I'm waking up at my Glendale time and going to work earlier to start earlier.  And in a way, avoid the problems of having to battle for the bathroom.  Oh, and not being able to take a shit because I'm shit shy when there's people around.  I hate that I have to do this in order to avoid the bullshit.

I was on the desk this morning, and it was one of the quietest shift I've ever worked on the desk.  Don't think I'm complaining, I loved it.  There was even a point in which I felt like I was starting to fall asleep.  I know, crazy.

The new part time librarian will start working this week, specifically tomorrow.  I won't met her until next week, I'm sure.  Knowing how things work I'll end up on the desk with her like I did with Becks.  All good.  I'll have to search for her online when I get a chance, and I know her name.

Not much to report from today's visit to TheGirl's.  Still, I wanted to feature this picture of Cheyenne.  Too cute.

Wed Aug 29, My car was filthy.  With me going to work early (for reasons I stated in a previous entry) I had some extra time to get the car washed.  I took the opportunity to get some pictures of Chan for his social media account.

They hired a new librarian at San Marino (pictured above).  She started yesterday.  I come to find out from the boss that she will be working every other Sunday, Mondays and perhaps Tuesdays.  Apparently she didn't tell them until AFTER she was hired that she can't work on Friday or Saturdays.  These were two days that Becks used to work, and they counted on the new librarian on working a lot of Becks' old hours.  I like how they didn't ask her about her availability BEFORE they hired her.  Oh well, I guess I'll have a new partner Sundays.

Dinner with TheGirl was super nice.  We went to get Mexican food, which meant Cheyenne had to stay home.  TheGirl claimed that she knew I was outside the gate, because she heard my voice.  It's possible, but I didn't think I was that loud.  The gate has to be about eighty feet from TheGirl's place.  But, you never know.  Cheyenne might have heard me.  The booze was good.  Wednesday is the best day of the work week, for sure.  I've said it before, it's pretty amazing that though all our adventures and struggles this Wednesday night dinner has remained a tradition.

Thu Aug 30, Of course the cute page was working at Pasadena today.  I still have no idea how I can start to talk to her.  Especially with so many other people there in the room with us.  She's almost never in a place where I could just say hello, and MAYBE, BIG MAYBE, ask her her name.  Also, hate to say it, I want to know her name big time.  I overheard her first name, but I want to know her full name.  Fuck!  This ain't right.  How do I get to know her?

The library issued new library cards this week.  The one pictured above has some sort of graphical representation of each of the locations in the Glendale system.  I honestly can't tell you which branch goes with which representation.  I was at Vagabundo's location and I could not name all the branches based on these horrible representations.

An email went out on Tuesday evening saying that the city hired a new library director.  Today I went online to check up on the city counsel meeting that everyone at work was talking about.  The reason why everyone was talking about a usually forgotten city counsel meeting is that Tuesday night the counsel was voting on appointing a new library director.  Ultimately the guy pictured above is my new boss.  I watched the video of the appointment, and the subsequent address by the new director, and I could already tell that whatever AD is this guy is MUCH worse.  This is some major bullshit!

Fri Aug 31, On Fridays I usually forgo the food at home in favor of something I pick up while on the route.  Today I decided to have a sandwich from a sub shop a few blocks from the library.  Everyone loves the subs there.  I had their signature sub a while back and was not impressed.  Still, I wanted to give them another shot with a different sub.  This time I tried their pastrami.  It wasn't super great, but it did hit the spot today.  I ate about a quarter of it by the time I was starting the branches portion of the route.  It really did hit the spot.  I coupled it with some macaroni salad at lunch and it was perfect.

I've obviously mentioned Emma quite a bit in this month's journal entries.  I don't know, I've just become infatuated with her lately.  I've wanted to sleep with her for a while, that's no secret to this journal.  But she's been seeing a guy and that meant that I didn't want to even think about her in that way.  It still happened, and of course the Universe has to remind me today that she's still with her fella.  She mentioned him today.  For some reason she's been looking very attractive to me lately.  Her body had curves I've never seen before, or she's somehow developed a little bit of a booty.  I don't know, I'm an idiot.

I was taking pictures around the library with my supervisor, who had just bought a new camera.  I didn't have my DSLR with me, but I was still able to get a few shots of this woman standing by the window.

I took this picture in my backyard.  These days I spend a lot of time in my backyard.

I went out to the other side of the Valley in order to get some fish and chips.  It was super yummy.

These two following pictures are of two models on Instagram.  Both of these women represent pure mockery.