And then there are those times you just want to punch someone in the fucking face. Enough said.
16 May 2010
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The Misadventures of Working at a Baseball Stadium
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About Me
I write. I read. I work at a local baseball stadium, collecting parking lot tolls. This is my story.
About the Blog
The toll is $2, pay it or risk my rage.
What follows here is a chronicle, a collection of thoughts, philosophies and rants - a diatribe of doldrums for your reading pleasure. You can like it, you can hate it - hell, a few of you might even sympathize/empathize with it.
Some names have been changed and others remain the same. The baseball team will never be mentioned so to not offend or smear the name; the city, in which I work, will also remain anonymous in these passages.
These are the stories and events outside the diamond. Enjoy.
What follows here is a chronicle, a collection of thoughts, philosophies and rants - a diatribe of doldrums for your reading pleasure. You can like it, you can hate it - hell, a few of you might even sympathize/empathize with it.
Some names have been changed and others remain the same. The baseball team will never be mentioned so to not offend or smear the name; the city, in which I work, will also remain anonymous in these passages.
These are the stories and events outside the diamond. Enjoy.
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