My Next Forty Years
So, uh, Hi!
It's been a long time since I posted here (two years and eight months, yeesh). Cuboz nudged me and who am I to say no to a redheaded Kiwi. And it's my birthday so I get to plagiarize a Tim McGraw song. It all wraps up into a nice little package.
I'm a bit pressed for time, because I have to leave for work in 45 minutes. That's probably biggish piece of news number 1. I do not work for BNSF railroad, and I haven't for approximately two years now. After six months certain parts of the job just freaking got to me: living in a town smaller than my high school, working a 24/7 call with a 90 minute lead time, living in fucking Wyoming (I had to drive two hours to Montana to see another gay person). All around, a bad choice. So, I quit my job, moved in with my former roommate (who now has a house in Vacaville, which is about halfway between Sacramento and San Francisco), and wound up working for Toys R Us for a little over a year. God, I hate working retail.
With my second Christmas season working in a toy store looming, I jumped on a chance to take a job with Apple. It's a temporary job (I can work for a maximum of one year, and then I have to be away for 3 months, see Vizcaino v. Microsoft), but there's a possibility of being permanently hired. That's what I'm working on right now. My current position is iPod RoR (repair or replace) lead. I supervise a team of people who receive people iPods and determine if they can be replaced under warranty (we don't repair iPods anymore). It's a decent job, but I'm only supervising nine people, versus the 120 I supervised in iPhone up until three weeks ago, so I'm a trifle bored at work on occasion.
On other fronts, I am producing the International Mr. Bootblack competition. This will be my third year doing so. It's a massive amount of fun, but also a giant ball of stress that devours my free time for a few months every year. We're about five weeks out, so I am hopping, right now.
In terms of my love life....Lassie, go get help; there's no one down the well! I've been single for about eight years now. I'm fine being single, but I'd love a little regular something-something, if you know what I mean. I mean, I haven't taken a vow of chastity, but I've grown pickier as I get older, so there's a lot of, "He's cute, but do I really have the patience for all that bullshit right now?"
And that's about all I got. I haven't been two-stepping forever (not counting an evening in Palm Springs last Labor Day), I only occasionally bootblack at the SF Eagle (because I live an hour away and am apparently the bootblack of last resort).
Do I have the perfect life? No. I have a decent life, with a lot of potential to get better. And I have fifteen minutes to get gone for work, so I'm gonna let this rest.
I hope to have time to write a bit more, but I can't guarantee anything.
Cheers!
OH! And one other thing. I'm on Twitter as @Bootdog1974. Just sayin'.
It's been a long time since I posted here (two years and eight months, yeesh). Cuboz nudged me and who am I to say no to a redheaded Kiwi. And it's my birthday so I get to plagiarize a Tim McGraw song. It all wraps up into a nice little package.
I'm a bit pressed for time, because I have to leave for work in 45 minutes. That's probably biggish piece of news number 1. I do not work for BNSF railroad, and I haven't for approximately two years now. After six months certain parts of the job just freaking got to me: living in a town smaller than my high school, working a 24/7 call with a 90 minute lead time, living in fucking Wyoming (I had to drive two hours to Montana to see another gay person). All around, a bad choice. So, I quit my job, moved in with my former roommate (who now has a house in Vacaville, which is about halfway between Sacramento and San Francisco), and wound up working for Toys R Us for a little over a year. God, I hate working retail.
With my second Christmas season working in a toy store looming, I jumped on a chance to take a job with Apple. It's a temporary job (I can work for a maximum of one year, and then I have to be away for 3 months, see Vizcaino v. Microsoft), but there's a possibility of being permanently hired. That's what I'm working on right now. My current position is iPod RoR (repair or replace) lead. I supervise a team of people who receive people iPods and determine if they can be replaced under warranty (we don't repair iPods anymore). It's a decent job, but I'm only supervising nine people, versus the 120 I supervised in iPhone up until three weeks ago, so I'm a trifle bored at work on occasion.
On other fronts, I am producing the International Mr. Bootblack competition. This will be my third year doing so. It's a massive amount of fun, but also a giant ball of stress that devours my free time for a few months every year. We're about five weeks out, so I am hopping, right now.
In terms of my love life....Lassie, go get help; there's no one down the well! I've been single for about eight years now. I'm fine being single, but I'd love a little regular something-something, if you know what I mean. I mean, I haven't taken a vow of chastity, but I've grown pickier as I get older, so there's a lot of, "He's cute, but do I really have the patience for all that bullshit right now?"
And that's about all I got. I haven't been two-stepping forever (not counting an evening in Palm Springs last Labor Day), I only occasionally bootblack at the SF Eagle (because I live an hour away and am apparently the bootblack of last resort).
Do I have the perfect life? No. I have a decent life, with a lot of potential to get better. And I have fifteen minutes to get gone for work, so I'm gonna let this rest.
I hope to have time to write a bit more, but I can't guarantee anything.
Cheers!
OH! And one other thing. I'm on Twitter as @Bootdog1974. Just sayin'.