Just time for some cleanup in the aisle along with my 'Big Game' pick (sorry, I don't advertise with the NFL so I can't use the moniker for said game...lame). On to the news, thoughts and all other acts of randomness...
The only thing better than being invited to watch hockey is when it's free. Hockey live is great, and because the music is usually from the 80's hair bands, can give you moments of reflections when you thought a woman named 'Cinnamon' really was interested in something other than the money you had on you...ah, youth.
Rogaine commercials are dumb. How the hell hair growth restores the confidence of a man I will never know. As soon as my hair started to leave my giant noggin I made the decision to shave it. Better to deal with reality than to lie to myself, let alone anyone else. If you have no confidence due to lack of things growing out of the hair follicles on the top of your head, you've got way bigger issues than confidence. Suck it up, own your weird shaped melon and be proud of who you are as a person. Oops, I forgot, most people are an inch deep and a mile wide. Allow me to share some knowledge that was passed on to me by my Pops-'If you're bored sitting alone, think of what others must think of you.' Truer words have not been spoken. Times like watching people be afraid of their own shadow make me miss that guy and thankful I had him around as long as I did. The rest of you? Quit being scared and take a risk, you'll live, I assure you. And if you think it won't work, call me and I'll give you a damn pep talk.
Being released back into the wild
This shit is beyond funny. I went out on Friday night after some posturing-I was exhausted from training (did I not mention I got a contract job? Oops, more on that later). But was prodded to go out, and go out I did. I met up with my boys Jas and L-Boogie (yes, damn near all my friends have nicknames), we used to run a limo company together. The 3 of us have not been together in about a year, and there were some things to celebrate, plus it had just been too damn long. The 3 of us together is nothing but playing off each other, as L-Boogie is also like Negrodamus (cuz he's smart and black), Jas is the Mathematical WizKid, and I'm just a Smartass. I capitalize all of those because those are the words most associated amongst each other. Depending on your definition of 'success', I may or may not have had a successful night. I know I had fun, and as per my usual, at a few others expense. I love being 35, no one looks at me like a threat....except those that know me. I had one woman hit on me and wanted me to go dancing with her and her friend (uh, thanks, but I'll pass, I'm out with my boys and I am not about to bust a move for some random bar trash, cute as she may have been). This woman also thought my 'Cancer Sucks' bracelet was a Yoga Instructor thing before she got to read it. Yup, because when you think of me, you think Yoga Instructor, right? Child, please. I was then approached by another woman whose 3rd question (after the pleasantries of where ya from/waddya do-that's right, not even my name!) was 'Does your dick still work?' Uh huh. My response was "Why, do ya wanna take a ride on the hobby horse?" while thinking that I'm pretty certain it works, but not on women this forward. Sorry, I'm a little old fashioned I suppose. This lady also told me that she moved in with 2 lesbians, with 3 dogs, 1 cat, 1 parakeet and 5 hens-not a cock amongst 'em. I am also fairly certain that both of those women are what is known in the game as a 'layup'. I was all about having fun with my buddies, and that's what the night was all about. We had a blast, laughed all night, and got to catch up. I couldn't have cared less about the female element into the evening. Yes, women were all gussied up, but I didn't care. I'm finally starting to get my own life back in order, feeling more like myself (a very bad sign for some) and apparently will be getting a paycheck next week...woohoo!
Best part about yesterday and the free hockey (other than seeing a hat trick)? I got another job lead. And now that I'm working, the theory is that it is supposed to be easier for me to find something more permanent.
As for the job stuff-here goes:
I took a job as a contractor doing billing and credit analysis for a large ISP company. The training is 2-3 weeks, I'm up at some ungodly hour and trying my damndest to adjust after 18 months without using an alarm clock. The commute isn't too bad, the people are super nice, there are a couple of dorks in the training class, but overall, this is an overqualified group. The woman sitting next to me has an MBA in Accounting & Finance and before this she was working the deli counter at a grocery store. That to me is wasted talent. Plus, she's Canadian, from Ontario somewhere, and I got another guy from Winnipeg-so we talk about hockey! And then there's this...
I am still up for a sales role in Denver, an account manager for a BI company in LA (as much as I would hate to move to Hollyweird, for this job in this company, game on), a vendor manager out in the 'burbs and some other various stuff. That's the highlight version.
Leave Charlie Sheen alone:
Here's why we shouldn't care-how many people do you think we come in contact with on a daily basis that are hooked on pain meds, booze or blow/meth/crank? I'll tell you-more than you would want to know. Charlie does it, strokes a check for $30K to a porn 'star', has a briefcase of the white horse delivered and people freak the hell out. Why? He showed up to work on time, didn't he? Now he's in rehab and telling this hobags the gravy train is over. I hope if that's what he wants that it is. But if it's not, good for him. This country and the morons in it need to stop telling others what to do with their success. I'd venture to say most of us won't have Sheen's success and for damn sure won't have his money, so how could any of us know what it's like? And in case you're curious, Charlie is just chasing the high of success. Some of us may have been taught to go for it, but we're rarely told what to do or how to act once we actually realize our own set goals for success...yeah, I'm deeper than an oil well.
Time to make a pick-
do you go with your heart or your head? My head says Pittsburgh, my heart says Green Bay. I'm going with my heart (like I'd do it any other way), I'm taking the Pack, 34-24, Greg Jennings has a huge day for MVP.
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1 comment:
Damn...your pick/points on the game were right on! yeah for getting the new job and I agree...Leave Sheen alone already. But a briefcase of coke is HUGE! I can't even imagine how much that cost! For reason other than people might think...If I walked into a house and saw that much coke...I would have to leave right away.
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