How deliciously cathartic. You see, I did something I�ve never done before in my life. I was an irresponsible employee. Specifically, last night, after first Friday, there was an after party at the Ice House. I decided, as a free thinking wonderful human, that getting shit faced with my friends was considerably more pleasurable and spiritually fulfilling then going into work, so I simply did not go.

No, I didn�t call and make up some excuse. No deaths in the family, no strange and exotic illnesses from deep in the jungles of Africa that made its way over on a rare insect that happen to bite me just before it died of heat exhaustion. Nope, none of that. I just didn�t go.

So tonight I go in with the plastic expression of �shock and dismay� stitched across my face, a perfect plastic �Oh, I was supposed to be here last night? Silly me.�.

Truth be told, I didn�t have bother with an excuse. �Oh, okay, sorry about that.�

I�m too irresponsibly beautiful. The supervisor stood in awe of my magnificence as it radiated forth, born from a true and innate indifference. I was a rock star, just finishing the best show of my life and she, a star struck fan.

It made it all even more delicious since it�s the very same girl (married, sullen, lifeless) I flirted with the previous week, commenting on the bizarreness of her unnaturally colored eyes, and how they brought out her dimples, as if color could do something so magical. She was in love with me from that day, someone noticed her in the squalor of the cesspool. I was a space traveler from a different planet with preternatural vision, able to notice small things that she was certain no others could see. Her spirit screaming to a dead world for her to be noticed, for her to feel alive once more.

She sat across from me, lip quivering as I grinned broadly, so sure of myself in my righteousness. She apologized to me no less then 5 times for having to �write me up�, assuring me it was merely procedure and that she had no choice but to. I told her I understood and particularly loved the way she styled her hair tonight, which was subtly, almost imperceptibly, different then the previous time I saw her.

Of course, I flirt with everyone. I must win over all, in my own way. Everyone must secretly be on my side. I walk through the world exchanging knowing glances with everyone, a nod, an acknowledgement of a freedom that must not be admitted too.

I call up my supervisor, figuring I should extend the evening, and proclaim that if I were he, I would be fired, kicked to the street, an indolent and irresponsibly employee, unforgivable in my transgressions against he miserable establishment. No such luck, as it were. He spent several minutes attempting to calm me, saying I wouldn�t get fired, that they just needed to start following procedure, and that is all that it was, procedure. I argued that it isn�t a respectable procedure unless it had teeth, an innocent sacrifice upon a high stone temple.

Alas, all the entire debacle gained me was yet another night off so that I may celebrate my indolence and seek spiritual beauty. I.e. surf porn and play video games, whee!

So I went to a different casino, took my last 20 dollars out of the bank account and proceeded to convince people to convince me to work there. It�s amazing what you can accomplish with 20 dollars. I have an appointment with the beverage manager tomorrow. I can�t wait to interview him.

-G