  Made some money yesterday working for Mr. Jeff Barnes...did some mulching. I love that type of manual labor, there's something noble about working in the open air with your hands. A kind of natural pleasure that arises from it, as if one is returned to his or her ancestoral roots, seeing as we all in some way come from families of laborers.
That's something I respect about Jeff and Jip, though they have so much money, they value hard work and quality of work as much as any other person. Too much is said about business and not about the people that make the higher levels of economy possible: famers and artisans. I had a job interview with Menard's today. The manager is a really nice lady, whom I'd love to work for, but she's making me jump through hoops to get a job that doesn't pay so well. I have to get 2 FREAKING LETTERS OF REC! What the hell? I'm going to target today, seeing if I can try my luck after not showing up for 2 weeks when I said I would...but whatever, I'll just tell them the truth: I've had work commitments at home that I couldn't get out of.
Or...maybe that's kind of the truth. It's more the truth than a lie, and I'd rather secure a job at target and make 60 cents more per hour, than jump through freaking hoops to make 6.50 an hour at menards. I don't care if it's 10 mins closer. Yep, set my goals though, goals that I will achieve: 1. Get totally freaking ripped by the end of september (at latest) 2. Solo well on blues changes 3. Finish Clinton's book, breakfast of champions, and brothers karamazov 
