Crazy Jack-Face 8

"Maybe all of this - the computer, the button - is just a mind game?"

who do they think I am? martha stewart?

Busy day. Today I applied for no more than three jobs, and none of which is a job I actually want. I had a meeting at the unemployment office, and after talking about what I should and should not do, the guy shoves a stack of papers in my hand and says "apply for these jobs, or you'll lose all your future privileges."

Very well. I went home and started writing. The first job was as a receptionist in another town not too far away from here. The last day for sending in the application was today. Close call. The second job was as a salesman for mobile phones. It's located about an hour from here. Not looking foward going back and forth every single morning and evening, but what the hell, I'll do it.

Now, this is where it gets interesting. The third job was as a furniture salesman. That's what the title said anyway. The description said something else. It said that I will visit decorating offices and architects, and help them to coordinate living rooms and stuff like that. They also want someone with an education in interior design (but it's not a requirement, mind you). They also want someone who has worked with furniture before (but it's not a requirement, mind you). I will have to count on doing sleepovers 4 nights a week when I'm working. Also, I need to be able to speak English.

Why the fuck did they dump a job like that in my lap? The only requirement I met was that I speak English, like every other loser in this country. Anyway, I signed the damn form with my previous experience and education, but I doubt they will even consider me, thankfully. I can't even imagine having a job like that. Maybe if I'm getting like $7000 a month for it.

By the way, I fucking hate Martha Stewart.

Thanks to forbes.com for the Martha-picture.

my first comic strip...

Here's a comic strip I made for a contest today, on the Swedish equivalent to "Overheard in New York". I even translated it into English for you guys.

The style is slightly retarded, I know, but it's supposed to be that way, promise. Enjoy.

my one irrational fear...

I love fog. I don't love everything about it, it usually gets pretty cold and damp, but it makes the night beautiful. I especially love how it makes spider webs fully visible, mostly because I can avoid getting it on me, but still look at it up close. I tend to freak out when I get cobweb on me, especially in the hair. Yeah, it's one of my phobias, spiders. Not the big ones, those I can handle, but the tiny ones that could be anywhere. I get the creeps just writing about it.

I met the friend, the one that was moving. Didn't stay for long, she had to go to work, but it went more or less like I imagined it. I hope I'll see her again some time in the future.

Crazy Jack-Face 7

"WHAT?!"

what happened...?

Ever had one of those days when everything feels slightly... off? Like some cosmic force has nudged the entire existence ever so slightly to the left. Just a teeny, tiny bit. I had one of those days today. Or maybe I'm just confused.
Gpthry snpiy oy. Yjsmld.

nothing significant...

Nothing much to report this time, I just felt that the videos from the last entry has been on top for too long. I don't want to delete the entry, so I'll just write something instead.

I've talked to my friend, the one that's moving, and we're going to meet up before the move. Looks like my last effort has paid off. I doubt that I'll have much to say, but I just felt it was important to say goodbye, having been a part of her life, and vice versa.

I applied for a new job. Nothing extravagant, just as a salesman for an office-supply store. It's way better pay than the last job I wanted. I have a few other jobs I haven't sent my application to yet, but I want to see how it goes with this one first. I'll keep you up to date.

brilliant covers...

The Mike Flowers Pops - Wonderwall (Oasis)


Mat Weddle - Hey Ya (Outkast)


Travis - Hit Me Baby One More Time (Britney Spears)


Richard Cheese - Gin and Juice (Snoop Dogg)

Crazy Jack-Face 6

"Bang, bang, bang, bang."

"somebody else" got it...

Well, I didn't get the job I applied for. Didn't exactly come as a shock, but what's there to do about it? At least they made the effort of sending me a letter, and telling me I didn't get it. Note; I corrected all grammatical mistakes when I translated it.

Dear Ricard!

We want to thank you for your expressed interest in working with us.

Unfortunately, we have to tell you that the job you applied for has gone to somebody else, but we wish you all the best in the blah blah-blah blah.

Sincerly, Corporate Stooge

Fuck 'em. I'll find a better job.

"We're the baddest punks in our age bracket!"

Went out on my bike earlier to buy some groceries for dinner. On my way home, I had to get off the designated bike track next to the sidewalk, onto the other side of the road in order to get home. On this side, there is no track for bikes, but people generally don't care, as long as you don't steal all the walking space.

Anyway, I see an old geezer coming up ahead. I get as close as possible to the edge of the sidewalk to give the semi-dead man some space, but he just gets in front of my way, no matter how I steer. I slow down just in front of the guy to avoid a bad colission. I say 'Excuse me' as I try to pass. "Yeah, excuuuse me!", the old idiot says. I know that he deliberately got in my way only to say that I'm on the wrong side of the road, and what he says next only confirms my suspicions.

"This ain't no bike track", the fucking moron says.
No shit, old man? This ain't my foot up your ass, but it will be the next time.

I fucking hate old people who act like this. Next time, I'll run him over. With a vengance.

the last effort...

Pop-quiz again this evening. Didn't win anything this time, which was quite a bummer. And I met a friend I got to know a while back in high school, and with whom I spent many of my lunch hours with. She is moving to another town for a job. We have not exactly kept in touch the last couple of years, despite the fact that she lives a mere three minutes away from my apartment, walking. She has been working nights as a security guard. And she was away for a year before that, doing her military service.

We've run into each other from time to time, but never actually met to catch up. I always wanted to, but she was always busy, or I was. And now she's moving. I doubt I'll ever see her again. I'm going to miss her, though. I'll make a last effort to meet up before she moves. Hope she'll have the time.

Ugh, depressing entry this time. Sorry. I'll do better next time.

Crazy Jack-Face 4, 5

"WHERE'S..."


"...KATE?!?!?!"