Monthly Archives: August 2002

実家にあるバイク「ジェベル」２５０ccがずっとほこりをかぶったままに
なっていたので、４、５万で売りに出そうかと思っていたところ、
バイクに詳しい人に、
「３～４年乗ってなくてこの状態なら、ちょっと手入れすれば元通りになるから手放さない方がいい」
といわれたので、売ろうかと迷っていたが、売らないことにしました。
三原でたくさん乗ることにします。確かにもったいないもんね。
求職３０氏、B.CAT氏に感謝します。m(_ _)m

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かえる

Posted on August 21, 2002 by TatsuruArimura

■2002/08/21 (水)

車を実家に取りに行くため、帰省した。
でも１８きっぷだったので、そのまま山陽本線だけで帰るのも
しゃくなので、岡山から中国地方を縦断して鳥取へ、そこから
山陰線に乗って福知山経由で宝塚へ。久々のローカル線はやはり
よかったっす。あのボックスシートを占領するのがいいんです♪
三原9：30発、宝塚23：00着。１８切符１枚２３００円なので、
もとをとりすぎ？たかも。

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ビバ田舎(死語)

Posted on August 20, 2002 by TatsuruArimura

■2002/08/20 (火)

ここ最近夜や明け方がとても過ごしやすくなった。涼しい!
こんなに秋の変化を感じたのは久しぶり。宝塚にいたときは
10月までずっと暑いような感じがしてた。ヒートアイランド現象の
せいだろうか!?

しかしここはそういうのとは無関係な田舎都市三原。
忘れてかけていた感覚が取り戻せるところ。それが田舎である!

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While in California, I worked at Kentucky Fried Chicken as a cook.

Posted on August 19, 2002 by NathanJones

When I was eleven years old I had a job on a ranch during the Summer. I had to shovel horse stalls, fill wheel barrels with rocks, drag dead brush into piles to be burned and mowed pastures all in 105 degree weather. I only got paid two dollars an hour (unless I was filing up the wheel barrels
then I got paid per wheel barrel) and I couldn’t take breaks longer than the time it took to get a drink from the hose.

As bad as that job sounds, while in California, I worked at Kentucky Fried Chicken as a cook and I must say, it was worse. It always seemed like the orders of chicken would never stop. My manager would always promise me I would only have to make one more batch, just to come back to the kitchen three minutes later and have me cook one more. Every night, five minutes before closing and right after I finished cleaning the kitchen, a car load of people would show up at the drive thru wanting four or five buckets of chicken. All I ever dreamt about was making chicken and no matter how much I bathed, I couldn’t get that fried chicken smell off of me. I hated chicken. I couldn’t eat fried chicken until recently. What’s worse, after a year of that, I still had not Continue reading →

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