August 24/2017

What’s going on guys? KR here.

Nothing much has been happening. This last week upon going into town for a meeting, I got there WAY early, so took advantage of that, & may or may not have looked at a townhouse for rent in an area. While the townhouse was very nice inside, sadly, the vehicle I drive (F150 Regular Cab) was to wide for the garage door of the single car garage. Even with the mirrors folded in, it was still a tight fit (got to “test” it when I met the person renting it out). Is a nice house, in a great area, but my vehicle, sadly renders that not a choice, due to the fact it wouldn’t have fit in the garage.

I have a few more on a list to try make arrangements to look at, that have double car garages, so even if my vehicle is the only one in the garage, I know that it should fit for sure. The most expensive one for rent I have saved is almost $3000, so that one will likely be out of the question. One I’m looking at trying to view, is a decent price. If I were to find one roommate, & divided the cost by 2, we would both have to come up with $950 a month (not sure if it include utilities or not. Ad doesn’t say…)

It’s only a 2 bedroom, so obviously only one other person could live there too.

Anyways, that’s the main thing that’s happened recently (viewing that townhouse) & basically the only thing to talk about at 12:15 AM…

Until next time… or the first edit… 😛



They’re A Card-Carrying Member Of The A**-Hole Club

(I get a lot of rude people throwing their credit cards at me. One day it happened one time too many.)

Rude Customer: *blathering on phone, throws card at me*

(The card falls in crack between my desk and wall.)

Me: “Oops, can’t reach that. Do you have another card?” *big grin*

Rude Customer: *to phone* “Hold on a second.” *to me* “You’ll get that, b****, or else!” *shakes fist*

Me: *bigger grin* “Can’t. Now, pay or lose your room!”

(She rants expletives at me, and I just smile, which only makes her madder. Finally the manager is called.)

Rude Customer: “She dropped my card and that’s my only one!”

Me: “Not true; she threw it at me. Check the cameras.”

(The customer choked, then flounced away. She later complained the corporate, and got a free certificate! Her card is still there as far as I know.)

-> They’re A Card-Carrying Member Of The A**-Hole Club

August 18/2017

Hi guys,

Basically just a post letting you know I’m alive. Nothing much has happened recently. Did find out a city near me is looking to hire a CPO Level 1, but there’s a bunch of things I don’t have to be eligible such as the 2 yr secondary education in law enforcement & 3 yrs experience in a law enforcement related field.

I’m hoping to go for my security license sometime soon.

Anyways, that’s basically it for now, at 12:08 AM. Until next time… or the first edit 😛


Creep Spill In Aisle Fourteen

(This is before cell phones are common. My mom and I stop at a clothes store after she picks me up from school. Since I haven’t had a chance to change, I’m still wearing my uniform, with my middle school’s name clearly written on the front of the shirt. So, even though I look older than I am, it should be very obvious that I’m underage. My mom and I are shopping in different sections of the store with a plan to meet up in the shoe section in a half hour. As I start to browse, I notice a man in his mid to late twenties shopping in the section for teen girls. I find it a little odd, but don’t think anything else of it. There’s also a middle-aged woman in the same section. When I’ve finished looking at one rack of clothes, I turn to look at another and find that the man’s been standing right behind me, creepily close.)

Me: *jumping back in alarm*

Creepy Man: “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Me: *trying to get around him* “It’s fine.”

Creepy Man: *blocking me into a corner* “So, do you shop here often?”

(Because I don’t look my age, I’ve had grown men hit on me before. Usually, a quick mention of my mom or middle school makes them practically bolt for the door.)

Me: “No, I’m just here with my mom on the way home from school.”

Creepy Man: *undeterred* “Cool, cool. Hey, I know of this great party at [Downtown Club] tonight. You should come with me.”

(At about this time, I notice the woman is browsing a rack of clothes nearby without actually looking at them. She’s watching the situation unfold intently.)

Me: “No, thanks. I should really go. I was supposed to meet up with my mom a few minutes ago. She’ll be looking for me.”

Creepy Man: “Aw, come on. It’ll be fun!”

Me: *deciding to be more direct* “I’m fourteen.”

Creepy Man: *winks at me* “Yeah, old enough to have a fake ID, am I right?”

Me: “Uh, no. You’re not. I don’t have one.”

Creepy Man: “That’s all right. I know a guy who can hook you up. Come on.”

(He tries to grab my arm, and I rear back. Before anything else can happen, the woman hurries up to me.)

Woman: “There you are! I was looking all over for you, honey. You were supposed to meet me five minutes ago.”

Me: *playing along* “Sorry, Mom.”

Woman: *smiling at the creepy man like a lioness sizing up her prey* “Oh! Who’s this, sweetheart?”

Creepy Man: *paling dramatically* “Um… I was just… uh… shopping for… uh… my sister.”

Woman: “Of course.” *turning back to me* “I found these shoes that would look adorable on you. I can’t wait to show you.”

(The woman and I walk away until we’re around a corner and out of sight of the creepy man.)

Me: *sighing in relief* “Thank you for that.”

Woman: “No problem. I’d want someone to do the same for my daughters. Now, do you know where your mom is?”

Me: “Yeah, she should be in the petites section.”

(We walked over together to find my mom and then explained what happened. My mom made sure I’m okay, and the three of us all went talk to a manager. Unfortunately, by the time security was sent, the creepy man was long gone. My mom used the store phone to call my dad and have him pick me up. I’m not really sure what happened after I left, but I think the police might have been involved. I don’t think anything came of it, though.)

-> Creep Spill In Aisle Fourteen

August 10/2017

Hi guys,

Sorry for being AWOL all weekend, but if you were/ are following my Twitter, you would’ve seen a tweet ahead of time, giving a warning I may be AWOL all weekend.

The music festival went pretty good. Definitely had a few laughs with the paid security guys that were there. Not much else I’d like to type out right now at 12:16 AM, considering I’m still kinda “dead”/ tired from this last weekend. If I get a chance later today, I’ll make an edit & share some more details.

Until next time…. or hopefully the first edit 😛