My Superjet Goes Twice the Speed of Sound

[super loud…super LOUD!] [this title intro format stolen from brought to you by Liz.

First, I want to say thanks to all the people who’ve sent emails or messages on Twitter showing their support for my job/relocation situation. It means a lot, really.

There’s not a whole lot to give as far as updates go. I’ve been retooling and editing my resume, and I called to let the school know that I was available to substitute for the forseeable future (read: until I land a job in Lex Vegas). I’m doing some hardcore research about the job situation in Lexington, and I’m planning on making a trip there Thursday evening so I can job hunt in person all day Friday.

And now, to dive into Hell’s kiddie pool.

[At this point, Mike took a time out from blogging, remembering that he’d tried to do his taxes on Saturday, only to be thwarted due to his lack of knowledge about his AGI for 2007. He called the IRS and stayed on hold for quite some time.]


At A Loss

I’m not sorry at all that I haven’t blogged regularly for the last little bit.

Yesterday was my last day at the law office. I kind of expected that they would want to end my two-week period early because of the way the paydays are structured. I wanted to turn in a notice for yesterday, but I felt shitty turning in a notice for just over a week. Regardless, everything’s cool there. Left on good terms and whatnot. I’m a little worried about the upcoming “what the fuck” period where I struggle to move, pay bills, save money, and relocate, but I’ll make it. I always do.

Also, me and Cute Cashier Girl have been hanging out. A lot. Like, every day this week except for Wednesday, when some horrible tummy issues crept up. But we even made up for that shit. Some of you are probably saying, “Dude, you just got out of a relationship, AND you’re moving—is this the thing to do?” I have to respond with a Family Guy reference, and be like Dick Cheney if he were a door-greeter at a big chain store—“Go fuck yourself.” Okay, maybe that’s a bit harsh, but we each enjoy the company of the other, and that’s what counts.

So, between hanging out with CCG, planning out how I’m going to make it, and daily life-type things, you’ve been put on the back burner. But, you didn’t really want that sort of attention ALL the time, did you? You were dying for a smoke break, for a chance to walk around a bit, get a breath of fresh air. Or maybe you’ve been anxiously awaiting the post that wouldn’t come.

Well, here it is. Enjoy it. Also, enjoy this video.

Jeez oh pete, I love Paul Gilbert.

Just Like Wax

I think too much. Well, I “space out” too much. My friends have all seen that look–that glazed over, not-on-this-planet gaze that says, “My body is on Earth, but my mind is around Jupiter.”

During one of today’s spaceouts, I was artfully and tediously making my way through the asteroid belt when I started comparing life, and life events, to wax. I was thinking about how malleable our lives are, how quickly they change, or throw us curveballs, or head in unexpected directions. My original comparison was to metal, but metal seems…well, lifeless. Cold. Hard.

Not what I expect out of life, thanks. I took a break from space to light a candle in my room (I like the light) and it hit me–not metal, you ass, it’s wax! It shocked me how similar to life wax is (and also, how different from metal). It can be here, and then not. Soft. Revitalizing. It can smell good (this is something with which metal has great difficulty—I always think metal has a blood-like odor to it).

I like wax. Especially when it smells like black cherry.

/simulated high

The Hottest Band in the World

For those that don’t know me, I’m a big KISS fan. Huge. And, as of late, I’ve been listening to them a lot.

You see, I go through phases with my music. These phases usually involve me rediscovering a record I’ve had for a while, and finding something else I like about it. Some of you, no doubt, have been in the same position. Well, imagine doing that with the entire discography of a band with no fewer than twent-eight albums to their credit. It can be a bit overwhelming. Well, I suppose for you ordinary folk, it could be. I’m extremely well-versed (and well-chorused and well-bridged) in the ways of KISSdom.

Here are some videos I’ve been checking out lately:

That one is “Black Diamond” played on the crazy awesome Halloween show 10/31/98 at Dodger Stadium. My fave.

This is “Love Gun,” played under the Brooklyn Bridge for a show that was organized for the MTV Music Awards. Great.

I’m tired of saving this post as a draft and coming back to it, so here it is. If I think of any more KISS vids I watch regularly, I’ll let you know. Be grateful for this gift I’ve given you today.

Wednesday Bloody Wednesday

As you’re reading this, I’m turning in my two-week notice at my law office job. Well, maybe not at the exact time you’re reading this, but it’s happening today, that should be good enough.

Why am I leaving my job, you might be asking. Commendable question, really. Long story short, I’m unhappy with where I am right now, both personally and professionally. I need more out of life then the 8-5 job, followed by going home and either napping or surfing the internet. I occasionally break out my guitar, but sometimes I don’t feel good enough to do that (!!!).

I need a better work environment, and it’d be great to get better pay, too—a college degree should mean something (like, I have some loans I want to pay back, so you should pay me more, kthxbye).  Unfortunately, the work environment in my small town isn’t that great—no real advances available. Something I’ve realized the hard way—I need my friends. More than I realized. I have one hell of a support network, and I can’t have them long-distance anymore.

I’ve thought about this move for a while, but I let my family situation get in the way. I’ve written about this before (link to come). I moved home to save money, reconnect with friends who lived here, and spend time with my family.  I’ve been able save an okay amount, but most of the friends who were here aren’t here anymore. Bummer.

And, as much as I love my family, I’ve already learned how to make it on my own. Moving away doesn’t mean I’ll never come back—I’m only a three-hour drive away. But, while I’m young, and while I have this weird spirit about me that says I really can do anything, I need to figure out what that anything is. To do that, I have to be on my own, not in some situation that makes me part-adult, part-high-schooler.

So, I’m looking for a job in Lexington, working out a place to stay, and am hoping for the best. Where there’s a will, there’s a way, right?

Also, I’m sorry I didn’t do 20Sb Vlog Day. I’m thinking I may post one soon, provided I can figure out how to work my new camera’s video function, and successfully upload to “The Youtubes.”

Twist and Shout

Despite some minor setbacks, this Valentine’s Day weekend went well.

A running topic at The Corner Booth has been: when will Mike get his computer shit fixed, yo? The saga continues…

I make my way into Lexington around 8 PM Friday evening. I made it to my friend’s apartment, and dropped off my monitor, my old tower, and the parts for the new box. I’m lucky to have tech-savvy friends who aren’t afraid of fucking up incredibly small computer equipment; doing the assembly myself would have caused me to pee my pants. Anyhoo, they wanted to do the physical build on Friday night, and we would all meet together on Saturday morning to install the software while watching the UK game (UK beat the piss out of Arkansas, by the way).

With my parts in their care, I went out for an enjoyable evening with my future roommates Erin and Josef. We went out for dinner, then headed to Pazzo’s (only the best pizza pub ever) for some drinks. Afterward, we headed to a mutual friend’s place for a firepit gathering. I’ll admit, I’m a bit of a pyromaniac, so finding things that would get the fire to a steady roar was my task for the two hours or so we were there. Very fun. Add in a Smash Bros. and Mario Kart nightcap, and it’s a solid night.

Saturday, I get to my friend’s place and find out that the motherboard—you remember, the one that I had to wait for because it was on back order—was shot. They had tested all the other parts, including the power supply, but couldn’t get the thing to come on. After a few minutes on the phone with customer service, I had a return shipping label in my inbox, and a new motherboard on the way. Looks like I’ll have to wait until next week to have my geek-out post. My apologies to those of you who were waiting on pins and needles. Of course, pins and needles aren’t exactly comfy things, so maybe you shouldn’t have been waiting on them in the first place.

Saturday evening went well, despite the fact that it was Valentine’s day and I’m recently single. I had some dinner and Jeopardy fun with Joe and Erin, then it was off to the bowling alley with Hohjamin…except that the bowling alley had about 3 lanes open, and there was a mile-long line to put your name on a waiting list. No thanks, we said, and headed to a bar with the best selection in Lexington (over 200, total). Hohjamin may have convinced me to start looking for a job early, and move out to Lex Vegas ahead of my current schedule—damn him and his MBA brains. We’ll see how it goes.

And that’s about it. I head back home today, spend a week at work, and then come back, hoping that the mobo is indeed the issue, and that the one being sent to me now is in working order. Oh, and I got a new (to me) camera! It’s awesome! I’ll have to post practice shots sometime this week.

Now, if I can only convince myself that Taco Bell is not a good breakfast…

Snippets of Insanity

The past week has gone like this:

  • Was told on Monday that time was up on a case on Tuesday. I’d been trying to get records for said case for three weeks, and the office which was to supply the records was being shitty about it. Long story short: the miscommunication of my superiors and the non-compliance of another office worker caused me 1.5 days of stress and anger. 
  • Had a client come in to start a file with our office. Usually, this takes me 30-45 minutes. My boss decided to come in and talk with the client. Took me 90 minutes. And it was not fun.
  • The day after the high-pressure records situation, my computer decided to shut down. And not come back up. The whole day. Turns out, the tech guy who came over installed the wrong damn network card. Hardware issue. Easy as hell to solve, and he pushed the card in anyway. What a dick. 
  • Because the two supervisors in the office focus on…well, we’ll say they don’t focus on what should be focused on, all of the preceding events are being viewed as my fault, even though I’ve put in my best effort despite having little notice (and, I don’t mess with the insides of work computers).

Even though I fixed everything (regardless of whose fault it was) I really thought I was going to lose my job. It was nuts. I heard myself say, “But what would I do without it? Where would I go?” I’ve never thought that about any job. Ever. Suddenly, I had a thought:

Fuck you, economy.

I will not, at the age of 23, be chained down by any job. I’m young, which means I’m mobile, agile, and worthwhile (yeah, I just did that). I’m not quitting, but until I’m grey-headed or bald (it’s up in the air right now) I will never view my self-worth through the lens of a shitty job.

Thanks, reality check—you did your job last night.


In other, less crazy news, I’m headed to Lexington after work today. I have a birthday drink to buy, a computer to build, a haircut to get, and some drinks to down. I’ll try to post with a wrap up on Monday or Tuesday (probably Tuesday, as I’ll have a shit-ton of photos if I do this right). 

Any plans for the weekend, kids?

P.S. Alec Baldwin made my life last night on 30 Rock.