Weight: 329.6 lbs
( 149.5 kg)
BMI: 42.3
Waist: 54.5 in (138.4 cm)
WtHr: 73.6%
Breakfast: Pork
Steak and Eggs
Lunch: Pizza Soup
Dinner: Bratwursts
Drinks:
Salted Coffee, Kroger Seltzer, Unsweetened Tea
Sober Month 5
(Day 163)
Distracted by
Oblivion again last night. I've been wondering around the map discovering locations. So far I've discovered 50% of the locations, but only cleared 8% of all of them. A challenge with clearing the locations is that the designers of these dungeons seem to be allergic to straight lines and they are all winding confusing caves also clearing out the dungeon gathers loot. And my character can only carry so much at a time. So I'll clear a room, and them run back to town to sell loot, and then go back to the cave. I did have a chuckle when I found a pair of Blue Suede Shoes. When I got back to town to sell them. The shop keeper bought them for 1 gold. There are all kinds of pants, shirts, and shoes that the bad guys drop to be sold for gold so it wasn't an Easter Egg or anything. But I did laugh at selling Blue Suede Shoes at "One for the Money"
Running a bit low on bacon so I'm going to alternate some pork steaks into the breakfast in between Bacon and Eggs.
Something I
forgot to mention the other day was an awkward moment as the police
came through the store looking for an African-American Male with
facial tattoos. I don't know if they ever found who they were looking
for, but it was strange that they were going through the break room
and through the backroom looking for this guy. The uncomfortable
thing was that they told the mentally challenged guy who constantly
talks. This guy finds a sentence to say, and he'll say that sentence
over and over and over for hours. So since they told him that they
were looking for a “Black guy with tattoos on his face” he paced
back and forth for several hours chanting, “Police, the police. The
police are looking for black people. The black people, the cops are
looking for the black people with tattoos” Not the greatest moment
in race relations. And then he'd get up into the faces of every
African-American person and chant that “The police, the police are
looking for the black person!”
A frustration
yesterday was that I remembered on Thursday that Trash Day was
delayed a day because of Memorial Day so I didn't take my dumpster
out to the curb, but I had forgotten to take my dumpster out to the
curb yesterday. I didn't remember until I heard the Trash Truck drive
by. When I heard the trash truck go by this morning I was kicking myself because it was clearly too late to take the dumpster out. And then a bit later I heard the trash truck go by again reminding myself that the trash truck picks up my curb on their second trip through my neighborhood as it is a bit of a closed neighborhood. It was defiantly too late then.
Had a frustration
yesterday. Bank made me late to work from lunch I am on my last
check. And that check is going to be sent off for rent tomorrow. I am
one of the very few of my generation that still writes checks for
groceries. It should have been like a 30 second encounter. It should
have been just me running into the bank showing my ID and they print
off the filler checks, and then I get back to work. But as I was
talking to the teller a guy being helped by another teller recognized
the teller that was helping me. And my teller had used to work for
the customer. Apparently the teller used to wash the windows of the
office that the guy owned. Neat, fascinating, I need my checks. Yeah,
the new guy isn't as good as the guy who is now a bank teller. That's
unfortunate I need my checks, I really need to get back to work. The
new guy washes the Decals off of the windows of the guys office.
Sorry to hear that, can I get my checks now? Guy leaves and the
teller is a bit confused because the checks didn't print. Oh wait,
they did print. But he's not sure what printer they came off on.
Excuse me? So apparently out there in the multiverse there's a
printer that now has my checks sitting on them. That's a bit
disconcerting. But I need to get to work. The guy printed them again.
But this time he printed them on the correct printer turning a 30
second encounter into an almost 10 minute ordeal. At least he didn't
charge me for the filler checks.
Roommates Cousin
called asking for Bail Money. I'm not sure if I posted any updates
about Roommates cousin. Apparently Roommates Cousin had gotten into a
mix-up with his Baby Mama and was looking for a place to stay.
Roommate said that he might let him stay here. I wasn't a big fan of
that idea. I seem to be the only one buying food, paying bills,
cooking, and cleaning. Roommate's Cousin is somehow “unemployed”
and also “in the Army” I'm not sure how that works. I am hesitant
to say “stolen valor” but something doesn't seem to be lining up
with the story. But if he's not employed and staying here it doesn't sound like he's going to be helping with rent, bills, or food. I can't afford to host all three of us. It's just not going to happen. But Roommate's Cousin did find a place to stay. He's currently crashed out at the county jail in the county south of here. There was an awkward call last night as he needed money for bail. Supposedly he needs $2,500 before the bondsman even wants to talk to him. Yeah, that's not going to happen either. Roommate is in some financial problems because of medical bills. He didn't ask, but I've never been in a financial state where I could just hand off two grand and hope they pay me back someday. It is a kind of messed up system that the rich can just bail out of jail, but the poor has to linger in jail for months waiting for their court date. But that's the system that we have. I feel bad for his situation as his cousins are like Brothers for Roommate. But we're not in the position to help them AT ALL.
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