27.11.02

had another interview with the st. louis public library system yesterday. they seem to like me in the human resources department, or maybe they just don't like the supervisors. anyway, i'm not holding my breath.

leaving for thanksgiving today. 500 miles to knox vegas. should arrive about midnight. i should call my mom. and pack. and shower. and feed the dogs. so why am i here telling you all of this? because i'm a procrastinator extraordinaire.

happy thanksgiving. eat way too much, and then think about the starving people in the world. i hear they taste like pork chops.

that's just what i heard.

22.11.02

things are not always what they seem. the job today didn't work out.

loyal readers (all three of you, thanks to the reverend dave clary), my streak of bad occupational luck is not yet ended. as i stated last post, earlier today, i didn't get to go in to do some painting as early as i thought. instead, i waited for a later phone call from nancy. ten o'clock, no call. ten ten, no call. ten twenty, no call. ten thirty, i decide that perhaps i misunderstood, and that she wanted me to call her. i called, and she was still running the errands she told me about this morning. she told me that i should go ahead to her house, where her nephew joe was working. the gate would be locked, so i should go around back and yell "joe!" to get his attention. this is not something you might see your average geronimo doing on a regular basis anywhere, but least of all in south st. louis.

i went to the house, finding it very easily. i went around back, hoping to see the elusive joe. instead, i found her next door neighbor.

Neighbor guy: (looking wary of stranger skulking around his back yard) how are you?
G: not bad, thanks.
Nei. guy: WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

i explained to neighbor guy that i was supposed to work for the lady who lived next door. he recommended that i go knock on the front window, so i thanked him and did just that. i was greeted by joe, who pointed me at some window frames and said that they needed a coat of primer. he also mentioned that since it was getting nice out, we could move the operation outside. this was great. in st louis today, it did not get over 43 degrees. i do not own a lot of warm clothing. i worked for two hours, getting a thin coat of primer on all of the aforementioned window frames, as well as a reasonable amount on the windows themselves. i went inside to see what joe was doing so that i could help. joe's job consisted of sitting on the fucking couch, drinking a fucking pepsi, and watching Allie McFucking Beal. i sat with joe for about one minute to drink a glass of water (i hate pepsi), and then nancy arrived. she immediately left to get food. when she returned an hour and a half later, she proceeded to complain about all of the work that i had done so far.

i worked until 4:35, doing a job i knew nothing about and had no instruction on, and then left.

EPILOGUE: suzi's sister's friend had a birthday get together at blueberry hill. suzi's other sister showed up with her new girlfriend, who got me the job. this was the most butch woman i've ever seen, and as i said last post, me and the lesbians, we're like this (crossing fingers). she said that nancy called her saying that i wouldn't work out. ha. i spent a day ready to walk out, and she effectively tries to lay me off again. ha.

well, a merry gofuckyourself to you, too.
i have a job (at least for the moment). i get to put my construction experience to good use as i get behind the wheel of a paintbrush and putty knife (all in one day!). i was supposed to start at seven thirty this morning. nancy (i have a feeling that this is a lesbian contractor. more on that later) told me to call when i was ten minutes away from the jobsite. as it happens, i live less than ten minutes away from the jobsite. i stopped into the apartment, wearing my shitty jeans and work boots and ready to go attitude, and i made the call. it seems nancy was "working" late into the night and was barely awake (blogauthor's note - as i do not know nancy from more than a phone call, my quotation marks around working represent only my cynicism, not actual knowledge of her drinking habits). she told me to hang out at the house, and she would call me around ten (there goes my nine hours today). so here i am, still rarin' to go, tying up the phone line at 8:40.

back to the lesbian contractor comment. the area i live in, soulard, and the area i used to work in, lafayette square, have a much higher than st louis average population of gay and lesbian couples. from my experiences serving them as customers, as well as personal friends, i have learned that i get along very well with lesbians. almost ridiculously well. perhaps this is because i'm a non-threatening guy. i emphasize guy because i see it as very different from man or male. i hope all this translates into a good working relationship, as i would then have a fallback position shoudl i decide to take another job. one of the beauties of construction type work is that there is nearly always work for those who don't apply drunk.

tightening my laces and rolling my cigarettes up in my sleeve...

20.11.02

i need a job. badly. i really can't take being at home any more. god damn i need a job.

19.11.02

damn this machine! i wish that if my posts weren't going to go through they would at least be saved somewhere so i don't have to go back and try to reconstruct what i said. anyway....

i went to tennessee with suzi this weekend. that means friday we drove down, talked to my mom for a fewe minutes, then went to bed. saturday we went from relatives to relatives, then over to my friend's house, then to bed. sunday we had breakfast with my mom and rick and his children, then we drove back to the stl. the high point of this whoel trip was Haven. he has grown a lot, he has a number of teeth already in or about to be, and he will probably say a real word very soon. he is six months old, which i understand is very young for a child to start talking. however, since i said my first word at six months, maybe it's just my mom.

i had my library interview yesterday. it went well on the whole, but....
-i was the first one interviewed. as far as i can tell, you never schedule the person who looks best on paper first, because you rarely hire the first person you interview. at least, i never did.
-i couldn't think of any questions. i never can, because the only one i ever really need to know is what the job pays, and i feel like an ass asking that at the interview.
-they are going to try to make a decision in THE NEXT TWO WEEKS! meanwhile, i need a job so badly, i'm almost ready to go to the fucking mall and ask to be a goddamn elf. i need a job so badly, i'm ready to fiinally ask the age old question "do you want fries with that." i need some work, starting as soon as possible. a strong work ethic is killing me!

but, other than that, couldn't be better.
-g

12.11.02

the complete story of the Haven saga thus far

last october, my cousin got married to a guy that most of our family didn't care for. for the sake of anonymity, let's call my cousin Fucking idiot (to be abbreviated f'idiot) and her husband runt. at about the same time as f'idiot and runt's wedding (same time of year, not same time of day), f'idiot got pregnant. runt had no part of this. however, runt also did not notice for nine months that his wife was pregnant. (i am so glad that morons like this aren't mixing with my gene pool, yet, but more on that later).

in may, i recieved a call from my mother, informing me that f'idiot had just had a baby. as neither i nor anyone else in my family knew anything about the pregnancy (she lives in a different part of tennessee than my mother), this came as something of a surprise. even more of a surprise was that the baby was hispanic, and thus, not runt's child.

f'idiot claimed that she had been raped but had not spoken of it because she was ashamed (we have learned the truth since; she was having an affair with a mexican man at work). runt was furious, and refused to see her or the baby at all. after two weeks of such foolishness, my cousin was at her wits' end. she wanted to be with her husband (god only knows why), but she also didn't want to give the baby up for adoption. to make matters worse, runt called her one night and told her that he had just swallowed a large quantity of pills so that she wouldn't have to make the decision he had forced on her, that of the baby or him. f'idiot, in shock, sent an ambulance to get him. he was taken to the hospital, and his stomach was pumped, unfortunately.

my mother, though something of a control freak, is the type of person whom you'd want around during any emergency because of the way she handles herself in a crisis. during this crisis, as always, she was ready to take the steps that needed taking. she drove to f'idiot's home town, where f'idiot was staying with runt's mother, her husband still not willing to see her or the baby. young Haven was at this time two weeks old, and still being breastfed by his mother, but my mother offered to take him for a week or two until the whole mess could be sorted out, upon which time, she hoped, she could return the baby to his mother.

with Haven in Knox Vegas with my mom, f'idiot and runt could see each other once again. they were reconciled fairly quickly, so it seemed that all would be fine. however, f'idiot only called my mother to check on her son one time in the first two weeks, and when she did, she seemed none too ready to retrieve him.

two weeks turned into six, with only two more phone calls about Haven, then six weeks became three months. it seemed that f'idiot had forgotten about the fact that she had recently given birth. by this time, my family in knox vegas had grown rather fond of the child. they decided that since he was going to be put up for adoption anyway, one of them should be the adoptive parent. my aunt and my mother were the most likely candidates, and since my aunt already has three children, my mother volunteered. i was to have a baby brother, something that i had wanted so much as a child.

because they were married at the time of his birth, runt and f'idiot both had to sign an adoption form. f'idiot being a habitual liar never told runt about this, and thus the form never returned. if the matter was to be taken up in court, he would either have to sign or take a paternity test, thus taking him out of the proceedings. after months of trying to get in touch with him, he was served a court order at work, and he signed the form. it looked as though all would go well.

today was the second court date that was supposed to be the finalization of the adoption process. friday would have been, but as the judge is a stickler for rules, my mother and her attorney decided to postpone until today. runt and f'idiot were in the courtroom today to protest the adoption. runt now has thirty days to get himself a lawyer and try to reclaim custody of the baby. he stated that he and f'idiot were trying to have their own baby now, but since his wife was raped (remember, she was nothing of the sort), they wanted custody of the child so that they could give him up for adoption to strangers, so that they would never have to see him again. actually, to clarify, runt has never seen the boy, and this whole thing is to get back at f'idiot, my mother, and the rest of my family.

and if i were to kill him, I would be the one to go to jail. jesus!

10.11.02

wellity, wellity, wellity. i held auditions today for a new sketch comedy troupe. my last attempt a group failed miserably. this one was a modest success. we started with three members, and now we have four.

i really wish i could properly tell the sergeant slaughter story. i really wish i could work alliteration like that into my day to day life.

i need to smoke a cigarette. good eve.

7.11.02

well, read the last entry and use the contact link above, since i can't imbed a mailto link. damned computer illiteracy!
ladies and gentlemen, friends and neighbors, boys and girls, sadists and masochists, your good friend geronimo has gone on the public dole! well, ok, not exactly, but i did just file for unemployment on-line to allow myself time to find a job that i may actually like! any suggestions? i could do with some intellectual stimulation, not to mention a reasonable rate of pay. e-mail any suggestions to
that is all for now......

4.11.02

well, i don't work at the chocolate bar anymore, so this is the last time i will mention it.

on saturday, at the end of my shift, the owner called me and the pastry chef outside to the patio. he sat us down and told us that the hardest thing he had ever had to do was to let the two of us go. i, however, didn't wholly fall for it since only a few months ago, he staggered in off a bender and told me that he was thinking of laying sarah off. i was one of the many voices to talk him out of it. apparently, the absence of my opinion made the matter easier to accomplish. he gave us each two weeks severance, a pittance, but better than nothing.

today is jordan's birthday, so i have to get going. perhaps i'll post some more tomorrow.