To post chapters...

I've been contemplating over some writing, and as usual not much comes out from it. So, I need to put a little pressure on myself, to get over this "procrastination" business. I'm planning on at least trying to post chapters on here, but as a warning I'll rarely keep them up for long. Paranoia takes precedence, you know? Anyways, I felt the need to make some sort of announcement.

And to keep up with my usual banter, I've finally figured out how to enjoy working. One, obviously, is to save the world from long sleepless nights and horrible drowsiness (Hint: Coffee Shop). Two, just as obvious, is for money... *sigh*. And third, try and NOT make my coworkers hate me.

As a general rule of thumb, we try and get people in and out of drive-through ASAP. We barely want to be there, and we're getting paid; the customers, on the other hand, pay us to wait. We serve some sandwiches, and since I work during the lunch hours, I'm usually put in charge of that station, and while I'm sitting idly for a sandwich order to come in, the alarm in the headset keeps going off because a person is still waiting for his order to be taken. I take the order, make the coffee within half a minute, and then turn to get back to my station where I find... oh, what's her name... For now, Katrina, I guess (not her real name), giving me the dirtiest look I've ever seen, and she starts to lecture me about "staying at my station, doing my job," etc., etc. I hate being idol. I hate that sensation of waiting for something to happen, and that man at the drive-through wouldn't have cared if it was the sandwich station boy taking his order, so long as the coffee was correct (which it was, by the way). In hindsight, it very well could have been opening up a sort of "Pandora's Box" of orders, and it has happened before, but the likelihood of that happening? Slim at best. From then on one could feel the tension in the air. The mood didn't change at all until she left. And it gave me that one experience that I needed for my writing: the thick tension, the heavy pressure between people who can't lash out against each other morally (or lawfully, in this case). So, although I have a sour taste in my mouth from the day, I'm glad to say I'm coming out of it with a serene mind and new ideas.

And I lost my flashdrive...

Another day in the life of JP Griffin.