“RJ has a real job and I have a stupid student job which embarrassingly means I’m a cashier at Le Chateau. It sucks shit but, whatever, it pays okay. However, ‘cause we live together and I actually work with some cool people, RJ’s got to know some of my work friends and my work friends have gotten to know RJ, and everyone likes each other. Anyway, Boxing Day was approaching and my manager was like, “Hey, would RJ be willing to work security since it’ll be extra busy in the store?”. I pitched it to RJ and he was dismissive- it’s obviously beneath him. But, I told him it would be fun, only a few hours and he’d get paid. He resisted but then came around when he saw the light- he gets to hang out with flirty babes and would get paid on his day off. So, the Boxing Day happens. My manager was telling people to dance on the counter for 10% off and as a joke RJ got up and did the running man. He was a good sport and made things funner / funnier. However, the most fucked thing happened- which totally supports my theory that he’s got the WORST luck in the world. So, a while back he fucked this girl who was in Playboy- it’s always been something he’s been proud of. Anyway, it was near the end of the day and RJ and I were at the Le Chateau entrance looking onto the street and the Playboy girl walks by! What are the chances? She makes eye contact with RJ and he starts to go beet red. She’s like, “Oh, you’re working security at Le Chateau these days?” and he’s like, “No, no, just doing it as a favor to some friends here on my day off” to which she’s like, “Oh yeah?” in a tone that was really saying, “Yeah right, this is your full time gig and the gig is fucking lame!” She walked off and RJ was crushed. What he said was true but it obviously sounded so fake. He just looked at me all deflated like ‘I knew this was a bad idea but YOU convinced me otherwise.” Shitty, hey?”- Page 6 of Journal #6 (November 17th, 2001- July 17th, 2002)

“RJ has a real job and I have a stupid student job which embarrassingly means I’m a cashier at Le Chateau. It sucks shit but, whatever, it pays okay. However, ‘cause we live together and I actually work with some cool people, RJ’s got to know some of my work friends and my work friends have gotten to know RJ, and everyone likes each other. Anyway, Boxing Day was approaching and my manager was like, “Hey, would RJ be willing to work security since it’ll be extra busy in the store?”. I pitched it to RJ and he was dismissive- it’s obviously beneath him. But, I told him it would be fun, only a few hours and he’d get paid. He resisted but then came around when he saw the light- he gets to hang out with flirty babes and would get paid on his day off. So, the Boxing Day happens. My manager was telling people to dance on the counter for 10% off and as a joke RJ got up and did the running man. He was a good sport and made things funner / funnier. However, the most fucked thing happened- which totally supports my theory that he’s got the WORST luck in the world. So, a while back he fucked this girl who was in Playboy- it’s always been something he’s been proud of. Anyway, it was near the end of the day and RJ and I were at the Le Chateau entrance looking onto the street and the Playboy girl walks by! What are the chances? She makes eye contact with RJ and he starts to go beet red. She’s like, “Oh, you’re working security at Le Chateau these days?” and he’s like, “No, no, just doing it as a favor to some friends here on my day off” to which she’s like, “Oh yeah?” in a tone that was really saying, “Yeah right, this is your full time gig and the gig is fucking lame!” She walked off and RJ was crushed. What he said was true but it obviously sounded so fake. He just looked at me all deflated like ‘I knew this was a bad idea but YOU convinced me otherwise.” Shitty, hey?”

- Page 6 of Journal #6 (November 17th, 2001- July 17th, 2002)

“I work with Amanda and Ola at Le Château. They’re goths.” - Page 9 of Journal #6  (November 17th, 2001 - July 17th,  2002)

“I work with Amanda and Ola at Le Château. They’re goths.”

- Page 9 of Journal #6  (November 17th, 2001 - July 17th,  2002)