The driver that called off yesterday was off again today, and probably won't be back until Monday. I don't mind. He has a nice route. Unfortunately, this means I put in almost ten hours at work today.

I saw the weirdest looking horse today. I think it was a mule, but I'm not sure. If you've ever seen a large draft horse breed (like a Clydesdale or a Belgium), imagine a horse that large. But with a donkey face and donkey ears. And gray all over. I saw him while I was on my way to drop off a passenger, and on my way back I slowed waaaaaay down and got a better look. Yep. It has donkey ears. Like it was a cross between a draft horse and a donkey.

Which raises the question - would the donkey need a stepladder to mount the mare?

Then again, it might just be a really odd looking horse who is already sensitive about his ears. And all the other horses won't let him play in their horsy games.

Mmm. I made chili today. I love that stuff.

And speaking of hot things, I lighted up my jack-o-lantern last night. I was a little dismayed by the amount of ants in the pumpkin, until I remembered I was armed.

So, kids, what do you do when there's ants in your jack-o-lantern? Fricassee them, of course. I have a lighter with a really long stem on it to light grills with. It's also great for lighting jack-o-lanterns without having to sick your hand down in there and getting it all slimy. So I applied my flame-thrower (OK, so it doesn't throw flames very far) to an ant. Fizt!

"Whee! That was fun." I tried another. Fizt! "Yay! Again!" Fizt!

Heh heh heh. I'm so sadistic.

Today before work I bailed out my bathtub. I have a severe drainage problem - in that I don't have any. The drain has always run pretty slow. You take a shower, and by the time you're done you're up to your calves in dirty water. But when you're ready to take another shower it's drained.

In the last few months it's gotten really bad. Days will go by and not a single drop will leak out. And then, for no apparent reason, I come home from work one day and see the bathtub's gone and drained.

I will not, however, call the landlord and tell them about this. My neighbor had exactly the same problem and had her bathroom ripped up for two weeks. Plus, the workmen in my complex smell. Bad. I mean, they stink. Really bad. They give a new meaning to the term "B.O."

A few weeks ago I tried to siphon the tub into the toilet. It made sense to me! But after a few aborted attempts I realized that the thing you're siphoning to needs to be lower than the thing you're siphoning from. Oh well.

And, I must be out of my freakin' skull. I've been thinking about getting a second job.

There are a few problems with this. One is that I already work a bizarre shift. Unless I get something in the morning (ick) or graveyard shift (ick), I probably couldn't work both jobs.

Another problem is that if I get a second job, my rent will go up. Since my rent is based on my income, any additional income will raise the rent. Which kind of makes it pointless to get a second job, unless the difference in rent is slight enough so that I'm still pulling a profit (so to speak). I'm guess that if I get a second job at minimum wage (ick) for about fifteen or twenty hours a week (ick), my rent will go up about $60. But I'll be able to pull down more than $60 a month.

Ick.

The impetus for all this is that I'm broke. I'm not starving or anything. But I would like to get Dexter paid off, and I still have gigunda school loans outstanding, and I have some credit card bills still, and I'd like to save up for Anthrocon, and I'd like to go back to school to get a network administration certification or something. So a little extra cash to throw around would be a Good Thing.

But if I'm going to get a second job it's gonna be something I enjoy, damnnit. It'll be hard enough to get myself to go slave away someplace else after (or before) working all day already. I know there's some places who need people to stock shelves in the midnight shift (usually grocery stores). That wouldn't be too bad. I refuse to do anything with food preparation, though. Been there, smelled that, don't want to stick my fingers in it again. (And my friends wonder why I call Taco Bell "Toxic Hell.")

This will deserve some thought.