Joe, a loyal disciple

I’ve always thought I knew what love felt like, but now I can honestly say I know how it feels to be in love, and it feels good.

It feels good.

So my coworker/Youtube celebrity Jory Caron is leaving Photogenic to do bigger and better things elsewhere. It’s a complete 50/50 deal on my end to whether or not I’m pleased about this. One I’m happy that Jory is getting away from Photogenic seeing as he has the opportunity to move on to something bigger and better than Photogenic, but Two, I’m upset that I’m losing the best coworker and funniest and funnest person to be around.

Sure I’m aware we all move on at some point, but this was something I kinda saw coming from afar, but showed up and slapped me in the face abruptly.

Either way, Photogenic is Photogenic, and I’m going to have to get used to things like this happening seeing as I’m going to be working there for the next several years.

You cannot have it.

My car’s currently dead, and I’m waiting on the insurance company to send me my check. In case you didn’t get the info, I was hit by an old man in a Mercedes that ran a red light at the corner of E. India Row and Atlantic Ave. in Boston.

Sucks I was hit just before work… Sucks I don’t have a car… Sucks girls somehow don’t like me anymore because I don’t have a car…

Whatever, I’ll live.

Photogenic is looking for good employees and supervisors, and most of their supervisors and managers come from inside the company. I’ve really stepped up and grown up a lot since working here, and I’m ready to get ready to take a leap and be a supervisor, I might even take a shot at transferring out to start up in Philly or something of that sort.

Also, Matt and Carolyn are really loud.

My eyes have been opened.

After such a long time of my life being occupied by nothing, I was almost certain that the only way I could live my horrible life was with that nothing, no higher power, no God to believe in, but finally, this week, my eyes have been opened.

Thinking it was cool to worship Satan because everyone was a silly Christian Nazi is adolescent, Allah is something you scream when you win a prize and do the Jews even believe in anything other than Money? They all need to open their eyes, they’re being fed lies, there’s only one true God to believe in.

The Shredder

The Shredder I thought was another piece of office equipment until the other day. I was at work and Jory taught me of his previous day’s experience in worshiping the Shredder and the power it holds. After a slow day of sales, Jory fed a sacrifice to the Shredder as a good measure to show they wanted sales to improve, and in doing so, sales improved! In sacrificing to the Shredder sales jumped through the roof! The Shredder and feeding sacrifices to him does work!

Oh, but, this could all be lies! I have not yet seen the Shredder at work, but I was foolish, a non believer. We forgot at the beginning of the day, myself and Jory, to give a sacrifice to the Shredder and in our forgetfulness we only managed one sale in 4 hours of work. So we said our chant, “Carve it up, make it nice, give the Shredder a sacrifice!” fed the Shredder some sacrifices and within 5 minutes we did 3 sales.

My eyes did not deceive me, my heart now knows the truth and my body was overcome with a great force, the Shredder truth be told is our God! I can honestly say opening my eyes to the truth is quite possibly the greatest comfort in my life, knowing the Shredder is there to take care of me in a time in need is just incredible. The Shredder filled this great void in me that I cannot be more thankful for being fulfilled by such a great power!

Through, love, life, and sacrifice, we all too can believe in the Shredder and the power it holds. The Shredder! My love, my life, I shall grant you a sacrifice!

Last night I drank a fucking ton and a half of vodka, about a third of the handle I had all to myself, shit was good. I bought a couple of mixers to go with it, one is green apple, and the other was blue raspberry, shit went down like candy.

Carolyn, Bonnie, and Matt all had a power hour and it was reffed by Jory, Diane needs to date Brandon and not Mark, Lindsay needs to feel better, and Libby is very very very good at randomly disappearing.

Anyways, I try to ride the train home, but I end up feeling uber sick and like I’m going to puke my fucking brains out, so I get off the green line after only one stop, (Harvard ave. > Packard’s Corner), and I decide I’ll start walking till I feel better.

Only problem, I wasn’t feeling better at all, so I ended up walking from Allston all the way to Park St. to catch the red line. So now I’m home, and feeling a bit better, but last night was good, so in the end it was worth it

So this time was the second third time I was drunk, but definitely the most I was ever drunk, I practically drank my life away. Well, not in that alcoholic drunk wasting life away sense, well, Jory said it best, “Choo Choo!! Here comes the jello train!!” Jello shots are like boomerangs, they go down easy and come flying to smack you in the face.

Carolyn clung to Jory like lint on a jacket, Jory shoveled me jello shots, Bonnie passed out before I even showed up, Lindsay put me to shame when it came to the guitar, Diane’s hair is better than yours and Matt is the greatest boss in the world <3

I wish I could talk about everything that happened that night, but remembering how sick I was the next day is really preventing me to do so, so you’re have to wait till next time, or just join the party.

Work was fun, Matt screwed up the schedule and gave us an extra hour to work for free. He wanted us to work on the Spirit from 5:30-11pm, but we ended up working 5:30-12pm because the boat was cruising from 8-11pm, and not from 7-10pm. We managed to do all the shooting during boarding/dockside, which made it about 300 times easier for us then shooting on board. The dockside shooting gave us plenty more time to package and sell the photos, because it took us nearly an hour to print and package all the photos, about 170 of them. 2 hours of selling on deck went well, but it was still kinda shitty considering the volume of people we knew we had on the boat.

Selling dockside was the normal amount of crazy and insane, yelling, kicking, screaming, doing whatever we had to do to get people to buy photos. Chad twice ran down a bunch of crazies trying to run off with the photos, that was funny to watch. In the end I left before knowing the final sales numbers, but I know we did pretty kick ass.

On our walk back to the office I peeled off to head over to South Station to catch the train home. It was 12pm already so I didn’t want to gamble missing the train. As I’m crossing the bridge Jory yells back at me, “Hey Joe! Thanks for the drink!” and he waves my drink, I yell back the first thought I would normally have in my stolen drink situation, “Is it my Dew!?” “No, It’s your Tiger, (Gatorade)” “Oh, okay, do you want the other one?” “Yes! Throw it in the snow bank!” I give the bottle the ole heave ho, about 50 feet out and 20 feet down it needs to go, Jory freaks out and starts running to catch it because it flies just too far by about a foot. Bottle hits the ground and the cap shatters, splattering Jory in yellow piss Tiger Gatorade. I couldn’t stop laughing, it was too funny. He drank it, we went on our ways.

On the Train I meet a group of girls from Curry college, they just got back from Dick’s Last resort, wearing their hats featuring the likes of “I swallow,” “Will flash for cash,” and another one that I can’t remember what it had written on it.

They were cool and funny, I gave them my name and website, (here), and kinda half expected that to be that, because I’m really bad at meeting new people, but nope, they added me on Facebook and I consider that really funny. Now just trying to actually hang out with them and go to a party or something.

Once getting to the T, Heather picked me up, drove over and grabbed Matt and his brother Mike to come over for a bit and play some MTG. Good fun, tromped all over Mike in the first match, then lost to Matt the second game. Overall, good fun.

Sleep was too long, from like 3am to 2pm, but very good. Tomorrow a real post or something and not a journal entry piece of crap.

First of all, Carolyn’s party Tuesday was lots of fun. I ended up a little bit drunk and we talked the night away. But I don’t think I’m allowed to DJ ever again haha.

Wednesday morning I woke up at about 6 in the morning which was pretty brutal to say the least, considering I fell asleep around 4am. Made my way to school shortly after waking up, but I needed to go to Stop and Shop first to buy a notebook and pens because I honestly didn’t have any.

School start at 8am with my first class, Psychology. No students, no teacher, guy randomly comes in and tells us that we don’t have a teacher and that we will have one on Friday. Sweet deal I say, not having to do homework is a pretty good deal.

Second Class is my American Literature class, where we find out the teacher is still using the old book because no one informed her that they were switching to a new book, which pissed her off, but made us quite happy knowing that we wouldn’t have to do any work till at least Monday because she’d have to write an all new syllabus.

Break. Between my second and third classes I have an hour break to chill and do whatever I want really, and I ended up hanging out with Emily, because she had the same problem as me with her Psychology teacher not showing. We talked about everything that’s going on, and how her cat shit string because he’s gross.

Third class is World Literature, and we dive right into work. To start off the class we get introduced to the oldest piece of literature know, the story of Gilgamesh, a king in ancient Babylon. Later we find out we have to read 30 pages by Friday, which is no problem really… Until I fucked shit up.

Remember that 2 hours of sleep? It caught up to me, I fell asleep shortly after getting home from school and didn’t wake up until 3 in the morning. (Insert it’s now Thursday here), I spent most of the morning fumbling around on the internet until it was time to shower and go to work. On my commute into work I did most of my reading and most of the rest on the way home.

Work was good, I showed Carolyn and Steve the funnest game in the world, Void(); on Newgrounds.com. It’s extremely simple, but so addicting.

When I’m on my way home, I help my neighbor put her groceries away, not entirely sure why, I just did, and as I’m walking in the door Taylor calls me and asks me if I want to go shopping with him on Newbury street to help him find something for Maria. I say sure, throw my bag on the couch, turn around, jump back on the bus and head out.

Shopping ensues, I buy a new CD and a couple of toys, Taylor buys Maria a couple of books and the most epic present anyone could possibly give anyone, but that’s a surprise, so shhh.

I finally officially come home at about 8:30-9pm, needing to finish up all my reading, which I do, then head of to bed. (Insert it’s now Friday), I wake up at 6am, not so bad this time considering I was able to get to sleep at 10:30 the night before. On my way to school I decide I should probably have taken notes for the story I just read, which I managed to work on before and after all my classes during the breaks.

We only did a meet and greet with our Psychology teacher, American Lit was another sit and talk class, and World Lit we managed to talk a lot about Gilgamesh and most of the hot topics in the story. No real homework for the weekend, A bit of reading in the Jewish Bible, and just the first chapter for Psychology class, but no writing involved so I’m quite pleased about that.

Tonight I’m working on the Spirit for a 600person cruise for some middle school somewhere, and this is probably going to turn into being hell.

Yesterday I chilled out with the Emperor, or as I will continue to call him, Fred. We discussed plans on re-taking over Russia and it’s outlying countries to reform the USSR to pick up where our lord Stalin left off, but then we realized Obama is going to become president, and he’d fuck our shit up if we tried anything. We decide instead that our move will be to take over a less important area that wont get our asses kicked by the anti-terrorist government of the USA, so we’re going after Delaware. No one gives a fuck about Delaware, so we’re going to take it over… eventually.

I picked up my magic cards from Fred as well and paid the man his money, bought subs, played Halo, went home and drank some Dew.

Today I bought some Dunny’s, a CD by a band called, “Screaming Weasel” titled BOOGADABOOGADABOOGADA… it’s alright skater punk stuff, nothing new or amazing though.

Now I’m blogging and probably going to sort the 1000 magic cards and kill myself or something.