Maybe I'm strange, but why is it so weird to get fired when you strangle and threaten to kill your boss? If you're a professional athlete, it doesn't seem as though that should matter. I think that player who everyone is making such a big scene about deserved his firing quite completely.
Sorry, I'm feeling righteous. Halfway through the first week, and I haven't messed anything up yet. It's actually quite pleasant work, the people are still nice, and I haven't found any major land mines buried that I've been able to trip over. I managed to put a big scratch in the right side of the Honda this morning, trying to squeeze it into a parking space in the lot at work. It looks worse than it is, though. No metal is showing through, so as long as I touch it up it won't rust.
Remember what I said about being good with fixing things? It's a talent I more or less had to develop, if only because if I'm not breaking things, the people around me are breaking things. The other night when we were over at Maureen's for rehearsal, the handle on the toilet in the bathroom next to her kitchen came off in my hand. Maureen was all panicked, sure her landlady would have a fit. I went out to the car, got my pliers, and put it back together. Maureen and Jen were amazed.
Sorry this is so short. I've stopped being amazed by how many people read this, and begun feeling embarrassed by how little I've written lately. Don't worry, inspiration will return.