I was hoping to type a funny blog about Day 3 of the summer camp. It's not going to happen.

I took a half day off from work today so I could make two appointments. I put in for time off a week ago so I could make an 11:00 a.m. dentist appointment that was scheduled a month ago, and yesterday I receive a phone call from my dentist office. I am suppose to be fitted for a crown, but there is some problem with the dental insurance. The insurance company has issue as to whether the work needs to be done. The appointment was postponed to a later date. And I have to pay over $300.00 for the procedure.

I went ahead and took the half day off anyway, since I had an appointment with a counselor at 3:00p.m. I ran a few errands, then I went to my three o'clock appointment. I arrived early, and went to the front desk to check in and fill out any paperwork if necessary. I made this appointment over two weeks ago.

For some reason, I was not scheduled for an appointment. The information I provided to the receptionist was not even entered into the computer. The receptionist behind the counter apologized for the error and rescheduled me for next Tuesday at 4:00 p.m.

It was not enough. I blew my temper.

I am tired of being penalized because someone made a mistake. I am tired of someone's incompetency affecting me in some way. I have been dealing with it at work all week, and it has come to a head. I finally was rescheduled to my regular shift. I am tired of trying to do my job properly, and I have some fuck-up getting in my way. I don't know how or why the city hires these shit for brains employees. Where do they get these people? Fuck-Ups-R-Us?

And what bothers me even more is that this dumb son-a-bitch will get a fucking promotion before I do.

And now I am blowing my temper because some receptionist with the IQ of a fence post could not properly do her job and schedule my appointment properly.

I am under a great deal of stress right now, and I need to talk to someone. This is why I scheduled an appointment.

I have also contacted an attorney. I may have to file for bankruptcy for the debt accumulated over the years for taking care of my mother, as well as having to make payments on a truck I had to buy because my old truck was stolen and totaled. I am working two jobs, and it has not helped.

I know, cut down on spending. Believe me, after cutting down and not going out, it still has not helped.

I have friends I do not hear from anymore. I guess when you're married and have children, you don't have time to call. A few friends used to call whenever they wanted to go out, but I'm not going to be the drinking buddy anymore. I want to have a companion, not some guy wanting to have a few beers and complain about his wife gaining weight. Or some guy wanting to go cheat on his wife. And then there are friends who are married who do not know women to introduce me to, but they can introduce me to another guy so I have a drinking buddy.

"Uh, Hello!" "I don't go out drinking that much anymore, so I don't need a drinking buddy. And if I want to meet a guy, I'll go to a gay bar! Oh, one problem. I'm hetrosexual."

I'm lonely, and I can't stand it. I want companionship, but I have not met anyone. It seems like there is just no one out there. I cannot join a dating service due to my financial situation. I don't have a sports car. I don't have a beach house. And it seems like a lot of women want a professional with a lot of money. And if you disagree with my point of view, you are welcome to your opinion. I, however, have learned this through experience. Because of this, I have not been able to have any relationships.

I don't even bother starting a conversation with a woman, let alone asking them out.

Do you know when you are "having a moment" with someone? I have not felt that way in ages. I just have not met anyone out there that has made me feel that way, and it seems that I do not make anyone feel that way. I will be forty-five next month, and I have never been married. Are women just not attracted to me,just wanting to be friends. Call me when they need help moving, but are nowhere around when I need help because they are off entertaining some guy at his friend's beach house.

I have this bad feeling that my heart has hardened and I am to go through life alone.

I know, why don't I get off my ass and do something? I have, and it seems that everything I have ever done to better myself has backfired. At one time I had plans, dreams, and goals. Now I don't have anything. Or anybody. All my friends do.

I guess this is my reward for hard work and being a nice guy.

I guess the old saying is true:

Nice guys finish last.

I will submit another blog when I am in a better mood.

Well, it's Day Two of summer camp, and the word for today is "QUIET!" This word needs to be said to children in a loud manner, and must be repeated several times, since the children are hard of hearing.

And the phrase for today is: "Go pee-pee."

They're here!

It is the first day of summer camp, and the children have arrived.

And more are coming!

Run!

Run away while there is still time!

It is 1:00 a.m. as I begin to write this blog. I am usually not up this late on a Sunday, let alone any other night of the week. I put in a long,hot day of work at the theme park, and then I decided to go out for a bit before I came home.

I went out to Downtown Disney and had a cigar at Sosa Family Cigar Company. There was an older gentleman rolling cigars by hand this evening, and you can watch him at his craft, as well as purchase one of his works to enjoy. I bought three of his cigars. One will be smoked tomorrow after dinner, and one will be smoked later in the week. Any time I get a chance to buy a fresh, hand rolled robusto, I would rather buy a newly rolled cigar rather than one that has been sitting on the shelf for who knows how long.

The sales clerk asked me if I would like him to cut a cigar to smoke there, which I did. What I really enjoyed even more than the cigar was being able to watch the people walk by as I sat in the lounge chair in the storefront. Families, couples, and groups of friends would walk past, on their way to dinner, shopping, a movie, or clubbing at Pleasure Island.

Some of the people were dressed up. Some people were dressed casual, and some people...

Well, it looked like a few had just woke up after sleeping in their clothes. Throw on a baseball style cap. It doesn't matter if the cap is on straight or crooked. And put on a belt, even though the guy has a 30 inch waist and he has a belt that is 58 inches. And then these guys are walking around with one hand on their pants, holding them up.

And then there were a few young women that were wearing outfits that they had no business wearing.

"So, how much petroleum jelly did you use to get in those pants?"

Anyway, I decided to come home and get a bite to eat and watch some television. Not much on.

A few infomercials. And there was an ad with this big busted blond advertising some phone dating service. Like as if she has a problem finding a date. Who the hell calls these services?

Anyway, nothing much on. I need to build on my DVD collection.

And maybe I should have stayed at Downtown Disney a little longer. At least there was something interesting to watch there.