27 January 2019 – Sunday

486 down, 244 to go.

Jody made a snide comment about the kitchen workers stealing. I replied, “I’m not a Nebraskan; I don’t steal.”. She didn’t say anything after that.

Wrote another IIR to Belinda. For today’s lunch we were supposed to have a chicken fillet, BBQ sauce, baked beans, potato salad, and a cookie. Kitchen workers got a chicken patty and a cookie – the other three items were gone before we got to eat. They offered some wilted lettuce or green beans as supposed substitute for the three missing items.

The new roomie in AU (above Biggie) is maybe even more manipulative of women than Aaron Gable, whose place he took. He was talking to Biggie about how he had a list of women to go through to find one to support him. Sure enough, he’s spent the last three days on the phone being a total dirtbag. He tells them all kinds of sweet things and that they need to trust him and let him “be their man”. It’s so gross to hear since it’s clearly a lie. From the pushback he gets in the convincing he has to do, it at least seems like the women on the other end of the call are rightly skeptical. It’s funny how otherwise very unintelligent people learn some sophisticated manipulation techniques

Perman just said that he was approved to change jobs to be an admin porter, which means that he won’t be back in the kitchen Monday or Tuesday, my days off. They better not try to call me in. I am glad that he’s gone though. That’ll leave more regular work for me, so time will pass faster. He just borrowed another $3. God damn, I’m tired of that bullshit.

Well, never got called by Scdoris for a job change. I guess she wasn’t fooled by my pre-dating the job change IIR (change requests are due by the 25th of each month). Damn it.

Beautiful Dalton tried to get me to buy him another $3 monster drink. I told him no. God damn it. I knew he was a fucking beggar. He wants a sugar daddy without putting any work into it. I’m not giving him money for an occasional smile in the hallway. Not that he has to prostitute himself, but we rarely speak or hang out or any other socialization that warrants gifts.