Pet the Monkey

I've been mentioned in a letter to the editor in each of the last three editions of the H-P. A little background: there's a proposal to build a huge subdivision in town that most residents are strongly against. At a town council public hearing last month, 13 people spoke out against it and one person for it. In my story, I referred to the one person for the proposal as the "outcast of the night." This got the said person quite angry. His letter pretty much said he had been an educator in town for 30 years and he was soo offended that I had labeled him as an outcast. Now maybe I shouldn't of used the word (I still think it was OK in the context), but it didn't end there. Last week someone wrote in about how I have a lot to learn as I only talk to a few people on the town council and once again, took offense to the outcast comment. And then this week, another guy kind of came to my defense I guess. He said you shouldn't kick someone when they're down and he actually said that my "very wise editor would take me under his wing" and teach me a few things. That had to be one of the funniest things I've ever read. My editor is a 600 pound complete waste of life. He literally doesn't know how to spell simple words and he sent me out on a story this week to write about a car salesman. Someone had sent an email saying this saleman had worked in Richmond for a while and now he was "coming home" to work in Ashland. Easily one of the worst story ideas imaginable. Nobody gives a shit about some sleazy car douche who happens to work in the town he grew up in. There are millions of people who work where they grew up.
I did do the car story, although it was pretty half-assed. I got into the guy's office and said, I dont have any questions, just tell me an interesting story. Nice guy, but really, not newsworthy. On that note, I've decided I'm leaving Richmond at the end of my lease in July unless one two things happen: I find a much better job or I meet some hot poon.
I need to do something with my life before I have real responsibilities. I had signed up to volunteer with the Red Cross in the hurricane areas, but they've never gotten back to me. I'd still go if they called, but with all the beaucratic bullshit, I'm not expecting it.
Homecoming is this weekend and since the football team is actually decent, I may try to sneak into the game with my chewed up spidercard. Even though I feel as though I've aged 15 years since graduation, some people I meet at work still think I'm in high school. And yeah, I do hate those people.
I'm not doing very well with this blog. I've been spending way too much time at online casinos. I've made a ridiculous amount of money just playing with first deposit bonuses and then cashing out, but it's really a tedious task playing thousands of $2 blackjack hands a day.
Alright, I'm bored with this.