Augest 5th Entry Sixty-Four

Lovely. first time in months I need to talk to Force about something serious and he's pretended he's gone deaf to my nonchalant nagging after the mention "Price is right" is on. on the third day I kicked his chair over while he was sitting in it just to make sure someone didn't shoot him in the head. I was disapointed to find out he was not in fact suffering hemrogeing and went to the bar.

The bar. it's been quiet, I don't trust any of the recent applicants for bartenders. i'm probably being paranoid, though one less chance i'll be sued for endangering employees by way of them being kidnapped or bludgeoned by mercs, the better.

along those feelings are more unsettling feelings that keep returning. I feel like I am a overwatching father and the bar is my daughter, I don't want any bartenders filling her head full of frivelous ideas and suddenly her becomeing a trendy corner prostitution ring. I had enough of an unsettling time seeing my other daughter....enough of that. the other bar I worked at be turned into a sty of frivolous transvestites. I mean....it was like that before I worked there and even as I worked there. but it was a CLASSY sty of frivolous transvestites.

Maybe i'll raise the subject of bartending to Ed and Kai again if I can get them both together for longer then five minutes. I know Kai's been busting me about wanting to have a decent stable job...and i've seen Ed with an Echo bar application once or twice, though he hasn't said anything about it...at least not to me. or has he? ....I'm afraid I haven't been a very good bar manager..guess some would say i'm too inexperienced for my age but I put on a good show and that's what matters, doesn't it?