Too many wrong responsibilities, not enough of the right ones.
The job hunt has been decievingly good thus far. I just cant figure out why my prospective employers spent the majority of the interviews kissing my ass about how qualified and professional I am, then dont call me back. I have done a lot of interviews in my day, and I can almost always tell when I got or didnt get the job, but this time around its just hard to read. In the meantime, I am working construction-lanscaping-electrical- plumbing with my buddy Horus (Evan). He is still waiting for his child to be born, Im still waiting to see if this world will get another William (if its a boy) or an Alma (if its a girl).
I have officially been put in charge of arranging my homeboy Ash's bachelor party. I have to figure out where it will be, buy the booze, and pay for strippers. I wouldnt mind this if anyone had asked me about it (and I wasn't financialy destitute). Instead, it was just dropped into my lap. I doubt he knows that both of the Bachelors parties that I have organized have been astounding failures. In fact, my brother didnt even show up to his.
I would be getting on a plane to Spain tomorrow, had I decided not to stay here. No biggie, but it is occupying a space in the back of my head and throbbing incessantly. Perhaps it will be easier to accept tomorrow. Then again, I have already cancelled my plane tiocket and quit my job, so its as much of a reality as it will ever be. I keep catching myself getting all juiced about returning at the end of February.
But its a sunny day, and I am going on a bike ride. Life is still damn sweet.
-Uil
I have officially been put in charge of arranging my homeboy Ash's bachelor party. I have to figure out where it will be, buy the booze, and pay for strippers. I wouldnt mind this if anyone had asked me about it (and I wasn't financialy destitute). Instead, it was just dropped into my lap. I doubt he knows that both of the Bachelors parties that I have organized have been astounding failures. In fact, my brother didnt even show up to his.
I would be getting on a plane to Spain tomorrow, had I decided not to stay here. No biggie, but it is occupying a space in the back of my head and throbbing incessantly. Perhaps it will be easier to accept tomorrow. Then again, I have already cancelled my plane tiocket and quit my job, so its as much of a reality as it will ever be. I keep catching myself getting all juiced about returning at the end of February.
But its a sunny day, and I am going on a bike ride. Life is still damn sweet.
-Uil