Last night, I played softball for the first time since I injured my back. It was a good feeling to do something active again, but the rust showed through. I need to be like Jim Rome‘s “Softball Guy” and get back in the cages so I can get back to mashing again.
That’s not my point though. The point was that I spent some time with a former coworker who is a teammate on the aforementioned softball team. He’s a great guy, and one of the nicest, most hard working people I’ve ever met. The problem is, he’s getting screwed at work. He still hasn’t gotten his commission check for LAST YEAR! I told him he needs to find a new job. That place is nothing but broken promises & deflected responsibility.
I got started going down this path last night in hearing about all the goings-on of my prior workplace, and continued the discussion with SteveD this morning. He noted that I haven’t gone on my (previously) usual weekly rants about the injustices occurring almost constantly at my last workplace, and there’s a reason for that. SteveD related finding a good job to being in a good dating relationship. Here’s what he says (forgive the bad grammar…this is via chat :P):
“When you’re in a bad relationship you constantly complain about it, but then you talk about how it’s not so bad and you need to work on it and hang in there and do your best.
Then you finally call it quits and get into a great relationship, and you realize you don’t have to be in a relationship that means you will be unhappy 50-90% of the time. It’s ok to find a relationship that will be awesome 99% of the time.”
Today would be a particularly craptastic excuse for a day at work with little but nothing to do, and the minutes dragging by slower than watching NASCAR. Luckily, I’m not in sales anymore and I’m not expected to be glued to a phone from 8 to 5. This means that I get to experience something spectacular that I’ve only heard tales of before: Listening to music while I work!
All of you reading this with your white iPod headphones, giving your cartilage a musical rug burn, sipping your Starbucks latte, and giving me that disdainful look that says you’re so much cooler and years beyond me… let me stop you right there. You’re not. Sometimes I come late to the game, but it doesn’t mean I can’t jump in head first and bring it! I’m here to amend for years of lost time where my ears have grown lazy and my soul bored with the sounds of telephones and office gossip. No more! Today I pledge to all of you in the ACNS community and to all the world that I am a changed man. Today and every day hence forth I come prepared with an abundant plethora of sensational songs via iTunes, Pandora, and MySpace ready to deliver a constant flow of soul rocking melodies.
Now let’s go build ghetto boom boxes like in the picture above and spread the word.
In theory, snow days are a wonderful thing. The opportunity to sleep in, work from home or not work at all, and catch up on all possible movie watching seems pretty awesome, but that’s just in theory.
In practice, snow days are boring as hell. I’ve been home all day trying to find something productive to do – FAIL on my part.
This past Friday night, we had a good size snowstorm here in Cincinnati, and on Saturday morning, Bill & I did more than our part to be responsible neighbors through our “above the line” approach to shoveling snow. Not only did we shovel our walkways & driveways, we shoveled our neighbors’ as well (on either side), AND since we knew it would be a while until the plows came on our street, we shoveled the entire section of street in front of our house. Look at us – we are awesome.
Last night’s snow storm was quite different. Not only did the volume of snow increase, it just kept falling, so shoveling it was pointless. It’s still falling at 10pm. FML.
I guess my only real point is that most people complain about working too much. There must be something way more interesting out there, because after a day at my house doing absolutely nothing, I’m ready to pull out my leg hairs one by one with a hot dog tongs. Once that gets too boring, I’ll switch to a cheese grater to speed up the process.
Maybe one day soon we’ll have a post that doesn’t involve snow, or the thought of it. Ha.
In any case, get me back to work & out of my house because I can’t freaking stand it.