So there was no use feeling depressed, Amos knew. It's not like he had an escape plan, and the only alternative was to go crazy and spend all his money. Well that's not true, he could always just work harder, but sometimes it felt like he was making no difference and it would all be for naught. So he just continued doing what he was doing.. Not too difficult, it paid the bills, and held promises of travel at any time.
Besides, the people were nice..

Amos was feeling depressed. The Deja vu, which he had once relished for the unusual feeling of understanding something he wasn't supposed to, was becoming more frequent. He was feeling it at least once or twice a day, usually while taking a risk and doing something his instincts told him was 'not in the time budget'. He didn't know if it was because he was gradually losing more and more friends, or if it was because the people he was hanging out with didn't really have a choice but to hang out with him too (family, co-workers, etc.)

Working at the airport was fun. Working Thursday, Friday and Saturday night felt like he was out on the town. The job wasn't that hard either, it felt like he was a bouncer or security guard so it gave him a reason to be 'at the club'. His co-workers he didn't really like since none were really available to him as a friend, and so any time spent with them was at his own expense. He tried to be nice, of course, and looked forward to seeing them if only because it gave him the position of their representative with respect to other people who would not normally have dealt with them.

The men reminded him of boxers. He had never really wanted to fight, and held no illusions about his physical prowess. But the looming financial crisis and his dislike of work scared him into fearing homelessness, just because he was too proud to plan for asking for help. And, he knew, the main sport of the homeless was boxing.

Wow talk about your "junkfood day"...
I had poptarts for breakfast, coffee, pizza and pop for lunch, nachos for lunch and another pop tart for dessert.. And it looks like chicken fingers for supper!
Yikes, good thing I don't eat like this everyday!
P.S. Note that at least the poptarts are organic (Nature's Path brand)

My alarm went off at 7am like I programmed it to but I went back to sleep until 8:12! At least I got a dream out of it, albeit a bittersweet one.
A vacation with my cousins was winding down as two of us went into a fast food restaurant for lunch. We ordered for everyone and got charbroiled steaks for ourselves. As we were geting ready to eat the manager approached us and wanted to take back two of our meals as she didn't know why they'd served us the steaks since they would not be ready for another 20 minutes. She had big chicken strips to offer. I wanted her to leave everything since I guessed she would be throwing the steaks out and I could that myself after investigation.
I checked and the steaks were actually chicken strips. She said no deal and was taking away her offer when I folded and wanted them instead. She totally pwned me!