gary crimble and many rudolph

I trust all had a Happy Crimble and got lots of great crimbo pressies and such.
The days and weeks leading up to the holidays sap almost all of whatever energy I have to begin with. It seems like some twisted crewel joke perpetrated upon us by God himself as we chase the happiness and joy of our childhood like a dog chasing its tail. Our financial resources and our sanity are drained as we walk around like zombies. Our love for humanity is tested as we sit in endless traffic in horrible weather searching for parking and just the right gift for Aunt Millie. Normally sane people are seen tearing through stop signs and red lights screaming and gesturing obscenities, shoving people out of their way in store after store full of screaming babies and cashiers that are so emotionally drained that they can barely speak.
Well the great day came and went and looking back it wasn't so bad at all, in fact it was a gas. It was nice to see family and friends and hear all the stories and jokes and eat all the great food and cookies and pies.
[Just as I dare to smile, New Year's Eve and the great omnipotent time keeper begins to laugh]

revealing

They shut down at work this afternoon because of the snow storm, frankly I was hoping for that to happen. Counting on it so I could do absolutely nothing all day today. I did accomplish this task.
Someone is outside shoveling the walkway. Isn't that nice.
I just watched Jerry Seinfeld on Letterman. He was a little rusty but very funny. Earlier Paul Shaffer mocked Jerry's unique delivery style [what's the deal with....] [....who are these people?] and trademark whiny voice. And that was funny. Now there is a lady singing, she's pretty good.
I haven't done any Christmas shopping because I haven't yet found the motivation. I'll get it all taken care of and straightened away though soon. You'll see. No worries.
From my apartment I can hear an army of snow plows out on I-95. The highway is about 40 yards from where I am sitting now. I know this because I used Google Earth to measure the distance. I wonder how bad the roads are.
The boss wants me to work tomorrow. I should but probably wont. Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life but tomorrow never gets here.

upward

Man i gotta get back on the Zoloft.
I was all upset tonight driving around being mad about making no money. Started getting wicked depressed. I really hate December and you may say bah humbug if you're into silly little cliches. I don't dislike Christmas, rather I find it and Christians in general quite amusing little people.

I was talking to the boss today and I asked him, "Hey Assface, why do you keep on hiring so many new drivers when the pie is already way to small for us what have been here all along?" He suggested that if I was uncomfortable with the current situation that perhaps I should leave and find something else. Seventeen years of showing up every day means nothing. Should I get any preferential treatment over someone who has been here for 3 weeks? Nope.

Well, the night proceeded as usual with almost no work. No one has any money. Nobody is taking any cabs unless they have absolutely no choice.
I grabbed 2 fares from the mall just going locally.
Took a pimp to the store for cigarettes and right back to the hotel. He's been 'set up' there for a few weeks. Nice guy.
Drove a nice lady from the airport shuttle bus for a twelve dollar ride. She gave me fifteen.
Two more tiny-weenie local runs and then finally an airport pickup, but they were cheap bastards.
I don't know what's gonna happen man but I do know I have to stop tomorrow and pick up the meds because Christmas is coming and the goose is getting fat and by then I'll be so happy Ill be whistling zippity do dah out of my...........................

Chicago Cab

Happy Thanksgiving

jai guru deva om

The work week has always seemed to me to be the most accurate measure of the passage of time. Lately they seem to be flying by faster than ever, picking up speed. Emptiness kept at bay by medication. Thoughts meandering like a restless wind inside a letter box.
I took Thursday night off to go to the Patriots game and it was a great game but the Pats lost a heartbreaker. Friday night I went back to work and did exactly ten calls in nine hours and made exactly enough money to survive another week.
Tomorrow begins week number 2,619.

combining

Waddaya want from me.

I had to drive this huge '94 caprice classic station wagon tonight. It's bigger than my apartment.
It handles like a boat but it's nice and comfortable big and roomy. The cigarette lighter works, so i can run my zen through the radio. The only thing I ask is that people address me as "Admiral."
Tonight's passenger list included:

• A couple going to the airport for a trip to Florida to visit his brother. She was acting very nervous because she's afraid of flying. They're a little worried that their son might possibly invite half the town for a 3 day party [memo to self: develop screenplay for 'home alone four']
• Next was a very pretty young lady who I'd had [in the cab] before. Nice. ya know, nice.
• A gent headed to the T from Weymouth spoke in Spanish on his cell phone for the 15 minute trip.
• A nurse that has been riding with us lately. Some kind of accent. Scandinavian? German? Something.
• The older lady who had visited her very elderly mother.
• A guy headed down to the yacht club to pick up his car. The wife would've driven him but she has wicked back pain. She's probably going to need surgery.
• A slightly mysterious, quiet man but a good tipper.
• The short term memory loss dude made stops for beer and smokes. He could easily have picked up the smokes at the liquor store but he forgot.
• And 4 other rides that have been edited out. Left on the cutting room floor as it were.
  

The Phillies won the world series. What else can i tell ya. Waddaya want from me.