In an attempt to beef up this blog's appearance before I actually tell anyone about its existence, and also to relive some of my wacky antics over on MySpace, I am archiving all of my old posts over here at The Slog.
We continue with the pulse-pounding excitement that readers may have waited literally minutes to enjoy (assuming they somehow staggered over here from an incredibly misleading porn search).
I strongly recommend viewing this heart-throbbingly turgid epic from the beginning. Which can be found by scrolling down, or if you're hugely lazy, clicking here.
[Originally Posted on 10/16/2006]
Well, I suppose I just moved from "Quit" to "Fired"
Current mood: aggravated [Okay, I guess I'll leave this in - it's a pointless MySpace thing that puts an inappropriate symbol next to a term that it in no way relates to. I forgot to copy the symbol, but it was probably pretty lame]
I was told not to come in today by phone yesterday. So, instead of allowing me an official two weeks of paid work while I look for another job, I was fired.
Is that even legal?
Ack. I swear, I have never met a worse manager in my life. And my life has been a near endless succession of either cruel, incompetent, or completely bollocking crazy managers.
Hungry for more? Good news! I actually posted twice that day!
Well, the high point of my day is getting a mattress
Current mood: 
optimistic [Optimism apparently makes one's eyes orbit erratically in their sockets. While having jaundice]
Yeah, that's right. A mattress.
No more sleeping on the floor for the Jonmonster. After almost 2 months, I finally gathered the wherewithal and money to sleep on an honest to god, sort of bed.
Okay, it's still just a futon, but it's a NICE futon. And nothing can take that from me. Unless the dog uses it for a bathroom.
I'm going to try not to think about that.
I never fully succeeded in not thinking about that, by the way.
Update: I still think that manager was a fucking moron.
Tune in next week for more [insert appropriate body part, hyphen, adverb combo later] adventures of Wolter in Unemployment Land!
And, of course, "next week" could mean in five minutes or five months.
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