Go Figure

July 17, 2007

The email subject said “Harry Potter”. The message was “When do you want to go?”. Up to the point I got to know him I always thought I was laconic. Oh, how wrong I’d been.

As long as I’ve known him, he’s been that way. At times I think he reserves this behavior solely for my benefit, hiding himself from me for whatever reason. I’m not sure it’s intentional, but what difference does it make if the end result is always the same? When I first met him (some 12 years ago), all I wanted to do was hug him, hold on tight until the pain evaporated. Once I got to know him I wanted him to do the same for me. Unfortunately, he had no clue what he wanted. And that was that.

So, thursday night is Harry Potter night. He’s actually taking a day off to go see this with me since our work schedules were refusing to cooperate.  I’m not sure what to make of it. So I’m not making anything.

But if actions speak louder than words what the hell is he trying to tell me?

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I have been taking a life and health insurance class for the past week because I need to get licensed-I am going to need that for my brand new job. The class is a week long, and needs to be passed before taking the State Board Exam. In a class of 52 people 15 have been hired by the company that I will be working for. Out of those 15 people taking the class exam today I was the only one who passed. I studied for all of one hour last night (on a train ride into NYC) and paid attention in class. I got the third highest score.

OK, I know I am not a rocket scientist. I actually think of myself as pretty average. And life insurance is hardly rocket science. So what the hell is going on? People were actually buring midnight oil studying-or so they say. One of these people was taking the class for the second time, and he still failed. How do these people function in the real world? Why is it even possible?

I live in a country where A black Marine game show contestant does not know the location of the Sahara Desert. A first-generation Greek cannot find Bulgaria on a map. 60 % of the population does not graduate high school. 22 million people believe that John Edward really talks to dead people. The President’s reading ability is below The NY Times level, and his SAT score was lower than the average Rutgers freshman’s.

I am hardly a beatiful, unique snowflake. I am of average inteligence, talent, and ability. So why is it that people choose to stay undeveloped? Why is so little expected of them? Mediocrity seems to be expected and encouraged. It’s depressing. My faith in humanity is DOA.

OK, I’ll climb off the soapbox now.  Ranting is tiring. I have to take the State test tomorrow. Lets hope I’m in a better mood.

No More Drama

July 7, 2007

Why are women so bad at parking? Because men have always told them that 5 inches is yay big…. Jokes and the fact that I am actually awesome at parallel parking aside, I had a chance to experience how long 5 inches really is. And I loved it.

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I wanted to go even shorter, but the girl who cuts my hair happens to be a good friend and talked me out of it-at least for the time being. She knows how impulsive I am when it comes to things like this. Instead, she lured me with a single friend of her husband’s. I told her fine, but warned her I will be back next month. For a shorter haircut, that is.

Two Weeks Notice

July 6, 2007

After so many days of coming home miserable, waking up miserable, and spending all day feeling miserable I finally quit my job. Since my momma raised me right, I did it the right way and gave two weeks notice. That was two weeks ago. Yes, baby, tomorrow is my last day.

After much thoughtful pondering I weighed the good, the bad, and the ugly, and made a decision to get out of the car business entirely. Not that it was ever a career choise, but it was a lot of fun. I acquired some very useful skills and made some very dear friends. Being that some of the requirements for suriviving in this industry were losing both my sanity and conscience, however, I opted out. I was starting to really dislike the person the job was turning me into. And I like me more than my job.

Starting monday I begin someting I am entirely unfamiliar with. I am very excited, nervous, anxious, all of that cliche crap. I will be a part of a diferent team, and will have a lot more control over what happens around me. So that’s good. The people are younger, more open-minded, and eager about life. The company actually believes that happy employees make happy customers. Ain’t that some shit? In short, it’s a huge departure from what I’m used to. Wish me luck.

Diesel Is Hot

July 6, 2007

Some serious Vin Diesel fans have gotten hold of the blog. Welcome! Unfortunately, I don’t have much to accommodate you with. I’m not ever sure why Google sends you here. Not that I mind. The more, the merrier. Plus, I think he’s really hot, too.