I’m surprised I can sit comfortably at the moment. Yesterday’s sudden work out has left me completely sore. On the bright side, I’m back at working at the stadium, which means my “Confessions of a Parking Nazi” blog can come back to life. However, this year I’m not a parking lot Nazi, I’m a clubbie assistant – they hired another guy to teach me the ropes for a year (you know, how to wash their uniforms without damaging them).
June 1st, I am going to be in charge of the show – with the bar guy. It’s going to be a school district thing, so I’m guessing all the kids who did well on their tests or had perfect attendance all year round – something like that – will be there. But at least we’ll have our minions – I hope.
A few of the friends I made last year are coming back, but the rest were replaced by Workforce. That’s good, because I don’t know if I could handle survivor’s guilt.
Chapin City Blues 