Actually thirteen. But thirteen is unlucky. I don’t want to think about thirteen. I’m sitting here at my favorite mini table at the office. It’s around 10 a.m.. The blow’s blowing like hell.

I’m fine in here. Old Scruffy’s out in the weather. Last week’s RIVER mangled the dock. I’m biting my nails the old boy pulls through.

The thing is, The Old Boy is my house.

I got my house bobbing around in the swell and wind, slamming the dock, yanking at dock lines. Shit. This is my house. I’m not thrilled by this fucking storm.

I’m checking jobs on Craigslist

Here’s one I could do:

Easter Bunny – we have the costume & no experience needed. compensation: $25.00 per hour (Cash)
Hello : I’m looking for someone to get in one of our Easter Bunny Costumes on Saturday, April 1st from 11am to 3pm and Sunday, April 9th from 10am to 2pm – both events are in Monterey. For Saturday, April 1st you would have to drive there and Sunday, April 9th you would be driving with someone else and also help with other Entertainment setup before getting into the costume.
Even though it’s a fun job it is a real job and the Easter Bunny is expected to be on time and be professional. If this goes well it will turn into other Entertainment gigs being offered to you. Please email 3 references (with phone numbers) and your phone number and after checking your references I will call back.
Thanks so much!

Craigslist

Twenty five bucks an hour. Cash money. I could do it. They supply the costume. They must have a bunch of them. I’ll need a extra large. Twenty five bucks an hour. I don’t know. Could be it’s one of those degenerate cult deals. A bunny orgy. Me and a bunch of horny dudes.

Still, twenty five bucks an hour, cash money, is nothing to sneer at.

Depends on how much degenerate sick shit they need me to perform. A simple pole dance, maybe. Whips and Handcuffs I don’t mind. As long as I’m doing the whipping and the other dude is wearing the handcuffs. I’ve been to the Folsom Street Fare. I know how the scenes unfold. It’s not pretty.

Well, I’ll need to think about this one…

I’m just killing time

Killing time while this storm blows through. Wind’s supposed to die down by 2 this afternoon. So says Weather.com. You can always depend on Weather.com. Unless you’re experiencing an extreme weather event. In which case, they get it wrong. Like, for instance, the Cyclone Bomb we had last Tuesday.

This entire winter has been a series of extreme weather events.

I mean, it’s enough to make you put on a Bunny Suit and kick some ass.

Nothing much going on at the office

Nothing much else shaking. None of the regulars here. Unless they’re lurking in the corners. Ran’s coming down. NO CYCLONE BOMBS SO FAR. Lot’s of rain.

I’m tired of looking for a job.

Well, I could take a nap. but napping is the only NO NO at Starbucks. The Baristas catch you copping a snooze they’ll come around and tap you on the shoulder and ask you if you’re okay. I’ve watched them do it. They’re so polite about it. “Sir, are you okay? Can I get you anything?”

“Jesus Fucking Christ! You woke me up! What the hell’s the matter with you?”

They’ll bring you a free coffee. That’s how nice they are.

Anyway, I’m tired of looking for a job.

I suppose I could keep blogging.

What should I blog about?

Hold on…something just happened

This attractive woman just strolled in.

Did a turn.

Moved along behind a line of customers.

All the while gazing at her telephone.

Paused at the counter.

I’m trying to think what it is that makes a woman’s back side so attractive. I’m thinking it must have something to do with hormones. I don’t know that anatomy has much to do with it. I mean, sure, it helps when one’s anatomy is youthful and…supple.

Supple’s a good word.

Is there more to it? Maybe the shoes have something to do with a woman’s appeal. The shoes. Yes. I think the shoes do enhance the look.

No wonder women love shoes.

12:26 p.m.

Well…wind was blowing 38…now it’s down to 14.

NO CYCLONE BOMB….knock on wood.

Looks like the worst of it has passed through. Nothing keeping me here at the office.

Except it’s pleasant here.

Got some Jazz on the speakers.

No kids making noise.

I’m sitting at my favorite table.

Nothing I need to do…at the moment. I’m done looking for a job. That Bunny Job? I’m gonna pass on that one. I was never much of a bugs bunny fan. All that “what’s up, doc?” shit…Nobody likes a wise ass.

Daffy Duck I liked.

Kind of reminds me of me.

Maybe I’ll hang around for a while.

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