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At day I work for an automotive dealership company, running intercompany mail between all the different car dealerships (toyota volkswagon scion, dodge, land rover, hyundai subaru, chrysler jeep, lexus, mazda kia) twice a day, and then file accounting copys of the service requests and part orders for every one of those dealerships. When you think of how many cars come in to every dealership for service or parts in a day, its actually some work. It doesn't pay too well, and they give me this Dodge 3500 van that runs on natural fucking gas to do the run. Theres only one place around here to get natural gas and its kind of far, so whenever I need to fill the thing up I use about a quarter tank on the way back, and it only fills up to like 3/4 to begin with. Its actually proberbly less efficient then normal gasoline. It used to be the dodge places shuttle van, so painted on the hood is fucking "Curtiousy Cruiser". Lately either the gas pump keeps breaking down or the vans tank gets fucked up and it won't fill up, and when that happens I go to used cars and they give me a different car to drive twice a day. They gave me a '99 mercedes benz sl430 to drive once. They're working on getting me a caravan, so no more of that fun. I work m-f 9:00-3:00.
At night I cook at a bar/pizza/italian place called Pizza Plant. Its a cool place and the people are nice. Foods good, so come in if your in B-lo. Like 5 night shifts a week ending before 11.
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