Broken black pants curse

I went to Wal Mart this morning (a place that really actually depresses me, especially when I see families going there to "have fun family time"), and I found black Wrangler jeans that decently fit, and I found black work shoes that are quite comfy and nice.

The day went by fast... the job is basically a cranked up version of the Loaf (like I said, it's really like a mixture of the Loaf and the Dam View, for those of you who have experienced both). I was familiar with all of the concepts, except I still have a hard time folding the wraps. Of the entire staff, the only guys are me and another older guy who works out front. The rest of my co-workers are nice though.

Driving back from the job was interesting. On the way back, I pass two of those little fire station signs that let you know the fire danger and whether they're giving out permits. The first one I passed said the fire danger was Low, and permits were available. The second one I passed informed me that the danger today was VERY HIGH. I was a bit confused.

Also, there's a place called Left Tees that I pass. I'm not sure what they sell other than shirts, but this fucking awesome carving was out front:



Quick update: I just found out that

- My grandmother had to have her knee replaced, and now it's made of titanium Fucking sick.
- Salem State is putting on a production of Hedwig and the Angry Inch in May. Cool!