None of yall will believe it but I actually started my new valet job.  Today I worked hecka hours and I must say, it beats the hell outta Telemarketing.  Actually I take that back, I'ma call it telemarketing with a lower case t case cuz the job aint even tight enough to deserve the Capital. 


Ok well I won't front I'm probly still gonna have to take some telemarketing shifts here and there but that don't mean I gotta rep the job all crazy like I love it.



One definite good thing about this new gig is it's giving me tons of new material for Taybot3.com.  I was thinkin' about that today while driving.



Yea that's another tight thing about it.  I finally get to drive again.  Nice cars too!  I aint gotta whip, I been bussing it for G-d knows how long and I forgot how much I like driving.  Well I like driving nice cars that work like they're supposed to.  Driving wack cars is what I am used to, and that sucks.  Wack cars that are always bout to break down or get a flat tire or run outta gas or, you get the picture.



yes this is the perfect pic.  take one look at this car
and you know the engine will smoke at around 55mph. if ya
ever been stuck with a beater like this, i feel your pain.




One thing I noticed is alot of people with money drive HUGE CARS!  I guess we see these things on the road all the time but man...when you get behind the wheel of one of these monstrous, gas-guzzling, crazy-big "I'm-cruising-a-spaceship-down-the-street" type cars, it's real strange to get used to.



It feels like I'm driving a tank or the US Enterprise or somethin.  The dashboard is super wide and add that to the fact that the car actually talks to you (mid-drive it'll say things  like, "It's 56 degrees outside," or "You have arrived") and I really do feel like I'm the commander of a space shuttle.




The stupid thing is the car decided to tell me I "had arrived" midway between the front of the hotel and the parking garage.  I hadn't arrived anywhere, I wasn't even at a traffic light.  I guess these whips are kinda like talking parrots...they can say the words but they really have no idea of the context to use them in or even what the words mean. 






who cares what there is to do in Hawaii?  You don't even know what you're saying parrot. 
you don't even know what those words mean.