Yeah so I haven’t updated this in a long long time, and that’s primarily due to me working 50 hour weeks.  And some of the days going down there for 10 hours and not getting paid one cent. But it’s a great job, lots of $$$ (it’s feast or famine, $80-100 a day or $0, weekends usually bringing in the most bling).  I am finally getting to the stage where I will have multiple students, but right now I only have one who is doing flights daily.  She drives me fucking nuts.  She’s 62 and insists on getting her license before the end of july, which isn’t going to happen.  Every day she’s in from 10-noon which, coincidentally, the start of each of my days…  It’s frustrating as hell.  She is trying to hook me up with her granddaughter (who is fooooiiiiiinnnnnne, btw), but that’s sooo creepy.

In other news, last tuesday night Mike and I flew into Cincinnati at midnight, and we went to the “executive terminal” so to speak, and this place has courtesy cars, where they just give you keys.  Usually at this place, it’s Jaguars….  But we ended up getting the fucking van, parked right next to the Jags.  It was gay.  And no restaurants were open.  WTF kind of city is Cincinnati?  A shitty one, that’s what kind.

By the way, let me just reiterate that the worst schedule any man could have is working Wednesday to Sunday.  Monday and Tuesday are not cool days to have off, at all.  I mean, yeah, I can watch The Price Is Right, but nobody else is available because they’re all working their shitty jobs.

So my schedule for the upcoming week kinda sorta sucks, I’m working until Sunday, Monday I’m flying with my boss to Pittsburgh, then Tuesday I’m working (because I’ll be gone Wed-Sat)…  Tuesday night I’m crashing at Danielle’s house, however, and she has a boat.  Then Wed-Sat I’m going to Boston (yawn…….boring, except I get to see a Sox game, maybe the beach) and then Sunday I’m back working, with the possibility of working the following Monday (the 4th).    It’s all about QOL though, as they say.  (Quality of life y0)

This is the part about girls: I went to get ice cream with Amber tonight and after seeing the pathetic excuses for women in this city (not just at the ice cream locale, but around the town) I’ve determined that maybe it’s not too bad being single for my entire stay here. Arizona girls should move out here, they’d be fucking worshipped. Even the ugly ones.

Well, I feel bad for neglecting this thing, but you know, mo’ money, mo’ problems. 

That being said…… I started my flight instructing job last week, and let me tell you $100/wk + $18/flight hour means bling, I have made $230 in a week so far, and that’s with almost no customers.  As shit picks up, hopefully I’ll be making tons more.  But it has its drawbacks, mainly a 1 hour 15 minute commute, which just lets me listen to more music, and it’s a bitch that turns what should be 9-10 hour days into 12-13 hour days….  Leaving me very little time to do things at home.  However, on my days off, I was so fucking bored, so I guess it’s a good thing that I’m never home. 

In other news… it’s hot as fuck out.  I got a bitch ass sunburn that limits my shoulder mobility.  That’s a real kick in the pants.  But when I go to the pool, I don’t wear my contacts, so all the bitches look fooooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnneeeeeeeeeeeeeee.   Which reminds me of this story from Monday…  I was bored so I was swimming from one end to the other completely underwater, and this apparently amazed some bitch who started talking to me and was like “Wow, how do you do that?”  Asking dumb questions is a quick way to get disqualified from having my attention, so I naturally respond “UHHHHHHH (the awkward like, “WTF are you thinking?” uh) you hold your breath??!!?” and then she’s like “Oh, I can’t do that” warranting a “Uh, okay then, I guess that’s what I get for living by the ocean for 15 years” response from me, to which she asks (in a bitchy tone) “Why did you live by the ocean??”  “Um, because that’s where my parents lived, and I didn’t have much of a say?”  And them I promptly got out of the pool and left before she could say anything more.

It’s not a matter of not having game, it’s a matter of not having people worthy of my game.  Oh God, Matt is going to have a field day with that line.

And Nicola owes me naughty pictures.