September 22, 2004

  • Another one of those classes today. I had to be there at 9 in the AM.
    Danel called me at 8 and said that she won’t be going today. Pain in
    the ass! I didn’t want to go alone, especially since the annoying
    former AAA co-worker would be there. Nevertheless, I set out on my own.
    I arrived just about 9, and realized that the class was for resumes and
    I had forgotten my resume. I was going to try to make it through the
    class without the teacher chick knowing I didn’t have it. The class
    would end at 10:30AM. At about 10:25, she found out I didn’t have it.
    She said I had been naughty and asked me to bend over. She pulled down
    my pants and started to spank me. Then, she lovelingly kissed my
    woun…………..I don’t think I should be disclosing any of this.
           The 2nd half of the class started
    at 11ish. I didn’t really pay attention to any of this, as it was
    boring. We are on the 12th floor, so instead, I spent most of that time
    gazing out the window. What a view! I can even see O’Hare airport (at
    least, I’m pretty sure its O’Hare) in the distance and was watching the
    planes. And of course, watching cars drive from 12 stories up is pretty
    interesting too. You can see people make illegal left hand turns, and
    cut each other off and shit like that. We were let out of the class
    shortly before noon. I went home and decided I wanted to try to get a
    job at the Statesville Haunted house. I drove down there and there was
    no enterance that did not say “NO TRESSPASSING!”. There was even one
    sign that threatened attack my a bulldog if entering. Since I’m not a
    big fan of pain that such a beast could inflict, I choose to leave.
    Besdies, there wasn’t anybody around at all.
        After that, I went to get my car wash. I wanted to
    see how much damage I did to my car when I rearranged Scooty’s mailbox.
    Turns out, the long scratch, wasn’t only dirt. Most of it is indeed a
    scratch. Also, the “SLUT” Danel wrote in the dirt on the door is still
    partially there.
       One thing I forgot to mention, there was a dude in the
    training class that looked an awful lot like John Kerry, about 20 years
    ago. Even his hair looked like his, except it was black.

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