ive been having lots of support from different friends helping me find jobs. its finally time to bite the bullet. i turned in my resume yesterday to one friend just to take a look at it and i got a call today. i didnt expect him to turn it in already. that surprised me for having an interview already. the best thing is, all these jobs are local. this one im going in for is across the street from speedzone in the city of industry and the other is in diamond bar. i heard during break, workers would have pizza and beer, get a couple laps in, and then return to work with happy faces. time to watch boiler room again.

This is the deal. I am not here to waste your time and I can only hope you're not here to waste mine. So I'm gonna keep this short. You become an employee of this firm and you will make your first million within three years. Okay? Let me repeat that. You will make a million dollars within three years of your first day of employment at JT Marlin. Everybody got that? There is no question as to whether you will be a millionaire working at this firm, the question is how many times over.

You think I'm joking. I am not joking. I am a millionaire. It's a weird thing to hear, right? I'll tell you, it's a weird thing to say. I'm a fucking millionaire. Now guess how old I am? Twenty-seven. You know what that makes me here? A fucking senior citizen. This firm is entirely comprised of people your age, not mine. Lucky for me, I am very fucking good at my job or I'd be out of one. You guys are the new blood. You're gonna go home with the kesef. You're the future Big- Swinging-Dicks of this firm. Now you all look money hungry and that's good. Anybody who says money is the root of all evil, doesn't have it! Money can't buy happiness? Look at the fucking smile on my face. Ear to ear, baby. You wanna hear details? I drive a Ferrari 355 cabriolet. I have a ridiculous house on the South Fork. I've got every toy you can imagine. And best of all, kids, I am liquid.

So now that you know what's possible, let me tell you what's required. You are required to work your ass off. We want winners, not pikers. A piker is someone who walks at the bell. A piker asks how much vacation time he gets in the first year. See, people work here to become filthy rich. No other reason. That's it. You want vacation time? Go teach third grade public school.

Your first six months at the firm are as a trainee... you make one hundred and fifty dollars a week. After you're done training, you take the Series Seven test. When you pass, you become a junior broker and you'll be opening accounts for your team leader. After you open forty accounts you begin working for yourself and then... sky's the limit. Now a word about being a trainee. The other brokers, your parents, whoever: they're gonna give you shit about it. And it's true, a hundred and fifty a week is not a lot of money, but pay no mind. You need to learn the business and this is the time to do it. Once you pass the Series Seven none of it will matter.

Your friends are shit. You're gonna tell them you made twenty-five thousand last month and they're not going to believe you. Fuck them! Your parents don't like the life you lead? Fuck you Mom and Dad! As a trainee you will be building a foundation for yourself. Think of it as the foundation to a building. Right? Gotta build the foundation before you can put up your skyscraper. You know what I built? The fucking twin towers. Now go home and think about whether this is for you. If you decide it isn't, nothing to be embarrassed about. It's not for everyone. But if you really want it, then give me a call on Monday and we'll talk. Just don't waste my time. Alright. That's it.

i have some good news and bad news. the bad news is that the data recovery place emailed me back and told me that recovering the pictures from my disk was unsuccessful. i had to pay $11 just for them to attempt the recovery. that totally screwed me over. working from a ghetto apt, they just werent nerdy enough. the only hope is to send it to the super nerdy people over on the east coast and pay a bit more. i still have like 10 or so pictures taken with akash's camera when my camera died over there.

the good news is, im growing again. i gained 12 lbs in 2 weeks and a quarter of that was done just yesterday. i slammed down 99% of 2 lumberjack meals at norms and today i ate the cowboy dinner at MJ's BBQ pit. it consisted of clam chowder, potato salad, a sirloin steak, half chicken, and half rack of baby rack ribs all smothered in BBQ sauce. its dirty weight but as long as the numbers are increasing.

so i go back in to work on thursday and it didnt turn out so bad. things changed for the better such as hiring a couple more fat ass bouncers, over 300lbs and we finally have a descent looking waitress. in the corner of my eye, i see amber come running up to me. ive never seen her so excited because she thought id quit the job. while i was away she found a loser boyfriend and now when she knows im back she acts as if she never had a boyfriend. she doesnt even introduce me to him, but i know that he is with her. next day, she comes in with her aunt and introduces me to her. she is just like her niece: adventurous and giddy. i find out that her aunt rides harleys and shes sets up a date for all of us to go riding. i lost my interest in amber, but ill go with the flow and see what happens.

labor day means riding so for the first time in 6 weeks, i hopped back on the RC and broke my speed record. it may be slow for other riders but fast for being a squid wearing knee-high shorts and a t-shirt. a squid like me is a newbie who has little experience and rides a high horsepower crotch rocket. i was on the southbound 71 freeway and i see a brand new carrera S4 coming from behind. i see ellis gun it so i try to follow, not race. they disappear in the distance and i give it more gas to the point im holding on for dear life and hiding low behind the windscreen. in the meantime, my helmet lens is collecting bug guts through farmland and a big fat one splatters dead center. i look down and see 133mph. thats only 123 since the speedo is off. thats when i get scared and let go of the throttle. i havent even driven that fast ever. in the distance i see my friend cut off the porsche. they got up to 155 and the driver gave him a thumbs up. that was only 1 of the 3 thumbs up that we saw today. others include a corvette and a car full of cholos. after we planned for ortega hwy, notorious for killing many riders, and definitely not a place for riders in beach attire. i didnt feel like dying or losing limbs so ortega hwy will just have to wait. instead we headed to santiago canyon and met up with my other friend. it was a short ride but a nice evening cruise through backcountry. i do not plan on breaking any more personal speed records. now i have to repolish the bike and go scrape off bug guts enough to feed somalia for a year.