Today, 1,559 years ago my ancestors sacked Rome. I like that, sacked, as in tea-bagged. Well all I can tell you Pilgrim is them Eye-talians had it coming. How was I to know they'd get us back by making C+ the language of the Arduino. If you have not guessed by now, this entry was written in 2014. But let me check the trusty, rusty calendar.
It says here JZ bought "self-priming" paint, two five-gallon buckets. What we need is the self-painting brand and we can go contracting. I vaguely remember this day, we met up at the Home Depot in South Miami and drove over to the old estate. We put the buckets in the garage but decided it was too late in the day to start the job. He wanted to paint by the light of the moon. Projected start time was that upcoming Saturday.
I also recall this day because I visited Julie the key-enter time clerk [from work]. She asked me about being an actress. She had plowed a small fortune of her wages into attending various acting academies without ever landing any kind of acting job. She was a single mother with less than perfect teeth. My experience is that it is not the qualified actor that gets the job, but the one who is available at the studio when they need somebody. If I know this, the people who hire lot hands certainly know it also.
For some reason I noted the fact that I earned "only $193.50", calling it a "slow Tuesday". Sure could use that kind of money nowadays.
