January 25, 2004

• AHHH! FanForce meets! Good times! New job possibilities! This day had it all! Had a heady blast with the Boston Rebels at the Good Time Emporium, with two games of laser tag, two rounds with the go-carts (after a 40-foot motor coach, those things are a piece of cake ) and countless arcade games. I kicked ass big-time in the pod racing game, as usual – that’s why my s/n is Sebulba. Also had a pleasant chat with Roseanna on the walk back to the T stop. She and I have almost never seen eye to eye on anything, but I’m happy that we at least broke a little of the ice that time.

  
  

  And that’s not to say I’m interested in her. No, no, not by a long shot, because (yes, commence Ranger Rant #4018-A) not only have we disagreed so often, but romantic interest in anybody pretty much bottoms my list. I can’t help but scoff at these people who believe those romantic movies, the ones that twist young minds into believing that there’s love at first sight, love heals all wounds, love outlasts anything, love does this, love ends that. Love doesn’t outlast everything, me hearties. Love sure as hell didn’t outlast the Perfect Little Princess, now did it? Love hasn’t condescended to head my way in the almost 25 years I’ve been on this miserable rock, now has it? Love to date has done nothing whatsoever for this hardened ol’ ranger. For a few select people, love will do anything, it’ll work miracles for them. For a few more select people, love will cause pain ten times more unbearable than a gunshot to the stomach. It’ll drive them to the breaking point, destroy what hope they have left, suck the marrow out of their faith and harden their hearts to the point where nobody except the Good Lord can penetrate.

  
  

  Long ago, I knew that the only thing I needed in this life to make me truly happy – the happiest that I could possibly be – was the true, unconditional love of a woman. Sadly, though, years have proved that it’s not going to happen. Experiences with girls in high school and early college built the mouldings around my ticker. After that, every brush-off that the Perfect Little Princess gave me was another drop-off from the cement mixer. I try the best I can to be filled with love, compassion and caring for many of my fellow human beings, but down in the depths, my hatred for her and what she’s done to me is eternally simmering. She asked for a double knuckle sandwich a long time ago. If she gives me an adequate reason, she’s going to get it.

  
  

  In short, folks, love sucks, and it’s not worth the time, the waiting and the pain. Love and I have nothing in common.

  
  

  On to happier notes…

  
  

  I’m two steps away from a new job!! At long last, I got a chance to talk to the conductor on the train, who has pleasantly referred me to the Amtrak office in Boston. Ohhhh yeah, baby. All I gotta do is find a chance to get down there, drop by their office and see what they’ve got for opportunities; and the guy said they’d be happy to hear from new applicants. Woohoo! Damn, I can’t wait to see what lies ahead. UNH Transportation, I will grant you, is one clusterfuck to rule them all – that’s why I’ve focused on charter work the last two semesters. Regular service has been the headache of the century. Trouble is, my current boss is not customer-centric or even employee-centric – she is self-centric. No business to be had being in the manager’s office. Hooboy, am I anxious to see what awaits applicants to Amtrak…

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