I'm Goin' To Hollywood!!!!

Only I ain't happy about it.   

Manager comes up to me today to ask if I would take a venipuncture class for license. (Now I've been starting I.V.s for 23 years but apparently in Cali you have to attend a class and be licensed.  And *feces*.)

I say no problem.  I figure 20 minutes, an hour.  Test out.  Done.

Oh, *fudge* no.  It's an 8 hour class at L.A. mother *goshdarn* City College on Got Tamn this Sunday, from 8 to 5.   Oh, I was pizzizzled.

1.  I had plans.  I now only get the weekend off, no more 12 hour days.  2.  It's an hour and a half away.  I'll get up at 5 to go play golf, but not this *feces*.  3.  How in the holy hell do you drag out for 8 fookin hours: "Wipe the arm with an alcohol swab and then hit them with the sharp end of it trying not to get yourself stuck in the process." ?

Hate!   

So me and the other dude I work with that is forced into the same dealie are going to head down Saturday, get a hotel room, party it up in West Hollywood and do the class (late) and hungover.

I might try to die in front of The Viper Room.  We'll see.

All right.  I'm off to Hollyweird bitches.

I'm gonna be on the look out for Bullock.

That and I plan to stand on the curb on The Strip staring into any door of any White convertible Mercedes opening.  For.  Well, you know.

Peace.

Keep your eyes open for this truck as well.