Defying The Odds - Attempt 26
Unless you've somehow been living under a rock or large land mass (or if a fat person has hibernated atop you), I'm now officially 26! It feels...no goddamn different, except I got a few presents, some birthday wishes, and the opportunity to go to my dead-end job and put up with preeeeetty much the same things I put up with all the time. Dad sent a little money my way (which is probably on its way to Chase Health by now, along with some of my money as well), and Mikey sprung big and got me a pair of Oakleys for my newly rejuvenated eyes. They fit alright, and look bad ass. I may still swap 'em out for some other, less sporty lookin' ones that kinda look like aviators, except not retarded. Sidenote: If you're an aviators nut or for some god-awful reason wanna defend the style, piss off. Okay, moving on.
One of the perks of being a curious employee at work is that you can become privy - with enough research - to the performance review forms. Actually it wasn't really hidden or anything, but it gives me hope. For me at least, this means that raises COULD be coming soon, pending good reviews. That, or it's going to mean that OfficeMax probably won't have me for a 4th year if this shit keeps up. Yeah, people have joked and commented and hypothetical-ed themselves into the darkest holes in the field, but unless I'm getting $9 or more an hour, I think it may be time to throw it in on this place. Seriously, 26 is not an age to be making $8 or a presumed .25 or .50 more an hour. 19 is an appropriate age for that shit. I appreciate all the compliments and recognition and all that, and I'm glad I know my job and like the people I work with, but it just doesn't pay the bills. Y'all feel me?
So karate is still going pretty good. Working out, training, practicing. Still no sparring, but the belt test is next Saturday, as I've probably mentioned before. Lookin' damn forward to it, because I'm not only gonna pass, but after that it'll be only about another week and a half before I'm finally on va-fuckin'-cation! CanNOT wait to be free of all this goddamn responsibility and punctuality and so on and so forth. If you have yet to go on vacation this year, I strongly recommend it. Of course, the planning stage of all this is a little irritating, especially when you factor in conflicting schedules, but I'll make it work in the end.
Beyond that, I'm just going through the motions, slightly procrastinating registering for classes for the fall (because it's NEVER a fun or painless process), and kinda dealing with some personal issues that involve a lady. I won't go too far into detail, but it's been great up until today for some mysterious reason. There are about a million different things I can say in response to this, but I'll suffice to say that whatever happens next likely won't be surprising to me. The age of 26 looks to be yet another astounding adventure. I'm sure those of you who are already 26 or older know this.
Anyway, I don't mean to cut it so short, but I've gotta scuttle off to practice my art in order to further solidify the success and progression to green belt next Saturday, as well as work out and sadly decline once more on sparring class. I'll be around however; in fact, my next entry will likely be on the evening of one of the next weekend days, letting you all know how it goes. Until then, I accept late presents in the form of cash, gold, expensive cars, precious jewels, and title deeds to heavily-militarized countries. Until then, everyone stay cool and keep the positive thoughts. Someone's got to anyway.
"I'm not saying it doesn't happen, but I think it'd be just a LITTLE weird if I saw my eye doctor big pimpin'."
Ken
One of the perks of being a curious employee at work is that you can become privy - with enough research - to the performance review forms. Actually it wasn't really hidden or anything, but it gives me hope. For me at least, this means that raises COULD be coming soon, pending good reviews. That, or it's going to mean that OfficeMax probably won't have me for a 4th year if this shit keeps up. Yeah, people have joked and commented and hypothetical-ed themselves into the darkest holes in the field, but unless I'm getting $9 or more an hour, I think it may be time to throw it in on this place. Seriously, 26 is not an age to be making $8 or a presumed .25 or .50 more an hour. 19 is an appropriate age for that shit. I appreciate all the compliments and recognition and all that, and I'm glad I know my job and like the people I work with, but it just doesn't pay the bills. Y'all feel me?
So karate is still going pretty good. Working out, training, practicing. Still no sparring, but the belt test is next Saturday, as I've probably mentioned before. Lookin' damn forward to it, because I'm not only gonna pass, but after that it'll be only about another week and a half before I'm finally on va-fuckin'-cation! CanNOT wait to be free of all this goddamn responsibility and punctuality and so on and so forth. If you have yet to go on vacation this year, I strongly recommend it. Of course, the planning stage of all this is a little irritating, especially when you factor in conflicting schedules, but I'll make it work in the end.
Beyond that, I'm just going through the motions, slightly procrastinating registering for classes for the fall (because it's NEVER a fun or painless process), and kinda dealing with some personal issues that involve a lady. I won't go too far into detail, but it's been great up until today for some mysterious reason. There are about a million different things I can say in response to this, but I'll suffice to say that whatever happens next likely won't be surprising to me. The age of 26 looks to be yet another astounding adventure. I'm sure those of you who are already 26 or older know this.
Anyway, I don't mean to cut it so short, but I've gotta scuttle off to practice my art in order to further solidify the success and progression to green belt next Saturday, as well as work out and sadly decline once more on sparring class. I'll be around however; in fact, my next entry will likely be on the evening of one of the next weekend days, letting you all know how it goes. Until then, I accept late presents in the form of cash, gold, expensive cars, precious jewels, and title deeds to heavily-militarized countries. Until then, everyone stay cool and keep the positive thoughts. Someone's got to anyway.
"I'm not saying it doesn't happen, but I think it'd be just a LITTLE weird if I saw my eye doctor big pimpin'."
Ken