Learning to be happy

I'll tell you what, after being stuck in a deep, dark, lonely (unemployed) depression for a very long time, it's a little awkward letting myself be happy with life right now. I don't know if I should casually slide my arm over happy's shoulder and whisper naughty things into it's ear, or if I should just continue watching this movie thinking about the way things used to be. Should I lean in to kiss happiness, or is it still too soon? I mean, we're friends, but we both want to be something more. And we won't say anything because we don't people to know.

Well, I like you happiness, and I don't care who knows it!

Bad Never Looked So Good

Hey everyone, I wanted to let you know I've completed building my very first website, www.badesigncompany.com

You'll see my portfolio, and you can even send me an email on the contact page. I'd love to hear some feedback on the look of the site as I am always looking to improve it.

The first step in creating a business is nearly completed...

Updates

So, I've been more busy lately than ever before...and I kinda like it. Since my last post there have been several life-changing events I wanted to fill you in on so you know where I'm at with everything.

First and foremost, I no longer work for a company that sells hookah related merchandise. God be praised. I am officially my own boss, working from home, and I have never been happier. The weight lifted off my shoulders was so cumbersome and heavy, it's like I'm a new man. Even my health has gotten better. Plus, and here's the best part, I can work in my pj's! Hell, today I even did some work butt-ass naked (that's right ladies). Needless to say, it's been awesome.

Second, my dad landed a job here in the city and my parents have officially relocated here! I am so happy for both of those things to have happened, because I've been to the same place my dad was (unemployed for too long) and trust me, it aint pretty. The fact that he was able to stick it out and pull through really says something about his character as a man, and I'm incredibly proud of his perseverance. And now we have babysitters that are only 15 minutes away! Not that we'll need babysitters any time soon...

Third, my wife and I received our tax return, and it has taken a financial load off of both our backs. When I saw that Uncle Sam had credited the money to our account, I couldn't help but run around the house singing the Rocky theme:



It has changed our lives, because now we can afford things we've been in desperate need of for a very long time. In fact, this weekend we will be going to get furniture for our master bedroom (sleeping on the floor got really old). And I've been able to buy my first website for my business. On top of that we've come up with a Wants and Needs list, and so far we've stuck pretty close to our goals.

And with my new job, our financials are really solid at the moment. It's funny that money can cause such a strain on our health, but with these past turns of events I've been more stress free than ever before.

So that's where I'm at with my life. In a nutshell. Things are surprisingly good. It's like I'm being set up for something huge to come burst this bubble I'm in. Until then, I'm going to be one happy bubble guy.

What a Day

I'm not writing this to gain your pity. This is simply me venting my frustration. Today was horrible. And it really shouldn't have been. I woke up feeling refreshed, after a great nights sleep. The birds were singing, I made an omelette...I mean, these are the things that great days are made of. Right? Well, I had to drive to the library to print out some documents, since I have no printer in my house. At this point you're thinking "Why is he not at work on a Wednesday?" and the simple answer is this: I believe that businesses should follow certain codes of ethics. The one I was working for did not share my belief, and decided to let me go. Long story short, I'm now spending time worrying about traveling to a library to print out documents. When I parked my car and exited the driver seat, I heard a prominent hissing sound coming from the rear of the vehicle. Fearful of snakes, I thought twice about approaching the sound. I overcame that fear to find air geysering (i know thats not a word, but the image fits. just go with it) out of my tire. The car was sinking before my very eyes. Thankfully I've changed a tire before, so I opened up my trunk to get the temporary tire. At the very instant my fingertip grazed the metal of my car jack, I began getting pelted with hail. We're talking the instant my filange hit metal, all hail broke loose. So there I was, kneeling beside my car working the jack around the tire in the parking lot of a public library. I can only imagine that the bystanders were thinking I was trying to steal someone's tire. Then wondering why I would do that in a hail storm. At a library.

I was able to get the spare on no problem, and went inside to print out the documents that lead me on this fiasco in the first place. So, mathematically speaking, adding the weight of being jobless to the pressure of having bills to pay multiplied by this ridiculous trip to a library = Not a good day. I think I deserve some Pi after all that (oh no he didn't).

A Wrinkle in Time

No, I'm not going to post thoughts on a book by Madeleine L'Engle (awesome read though). What I'd like to write about today is how quickly time passes by. I swear yesterday was Saturday. Then I blinked, and it turns out today is Thursday. Keeping up with this blog is harder than I expected...

Let's face it, time gets taken for granted. With all the other stuff we have to worry about in our day to day lives, who has time to think about time? We all have our routines, and each day passes through our routine until our days start running together. We have names for each day, and that helps a little, but Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday...what's the real difference? I can't think of one, except for the fact that time elapses throughout this cycle. If we think about where we were in our lives 6 months ago, a year ago even, as compared to where we are now, are we really progressing through time, or are we simply existing? Are we just going through the same daily routine, watching life pass by, hoping that one day something might change?

Let's not continue to take time for granted. Let's reflect more on our days, step back from our routines and soak up the passing time. Maybe it will help slow things down a little, or help us feel like we have more control of our lives. Maybe thinking about time will finally make each day important, instead of days simply being placeholders for our routines. And maybe then I will remember what day is what, because I swear it's only Monday right now...Tuesday at the latest...

If you thought your job was bad...

A couple nights ago we had a knock on our door. We are settling in to our new house so I was excited that perhaps the neighbors were coming over to say hello. I opened the door to two people resembling the White Stripes, and thought it was nice of them to stop by to say hello. I happen to enjoy their music so it didn't bother me they were interrupting my dinner. Before I could get the word "hello" out of my mouth, the male (I'll call him Jack) shoved a clipboard in my face and explained how they are promoting a store opening in our area by giving out free carpet cleanings. He proceeded to flip through the pages of the clipboard with the names of others who had signed up for the service. I realized each name was signed in the same handwriting, (definitely Jack's) but seeing as how our carpet was 30 years old I figured it wouldn't be that bad to get it cleaned. Especially for free. Jack goes on to say he has a woman ready to come in for the job and they will be back in a second, which is when I realized there was a windowless cargo van parked on the street in front of my house. I closed the door, walked into the kitchen where my wife was making dinner and didn't know what exactly to expect. She was worried (shocking, I know) but I knew I could Chuck Norris these people if they got out of hand. It's not every day you can have 30 year old carpet cleaned for free. To make a long story short, the Stripes come back with some older man, because the woman they said had an appointment just come up (sure she did). He looks like the tall skinny guy from the Drew Carey show, just a bit more drugged out. This guy comes into my house, when dinner is getting warm, 8:45 on a Saturday night, trying to sell me a Kirby vacuum. For $2500! He goes through all the accessories, how we won't need to buy any other vacuum for 50 years, even how his mother's obsession with cleaning led him to buy a Kirby years ago. He even vacuums a spot on our carpet, using our vacuum, 104 times. Literally counting to 104 on each push and pull of the vacuum to show us how poorly it worked. After an hour and a half of listening to him go on about this vacuum and its infinite glory (and after giving this man a beer to boot) I had to tell him; "Sorry man, I just can't spend $2500 on a vacuum." You've never seen a more dejected look on a man's face. I could see him wondering why I didn't enjoy vacuuming as much as he did, why I didn't think this Kirby vacuum was the most unbelievable piece of equipment ever to be sold door to door. He offered me payment plans, price reductions, free merchandise...all to try and get me to buy his vacuum. Finally, after being faced with the realization that he had wasted an hour and a half of sales pitch, he started shampooing my carpet (an optional accessory with the Kirby). At this point, I've played my game with Drew Carey Guy. He's cleaned my carpet, and I'm happy to have gotten work done for free. To my dismay, Meg White rings my doorbell! You bitch! Not only are you a poor drummer, but it's after 9 on Saturday night and you're still trying to get me to buy this damn vacuum! She goes on to explain again the reasons we need it, with lines like "You won't even miss $60 a month" or "You spend that much on beer (as I was drinking one at the time) why not on our product?" "Sorry," I said, "but we don't have that kind of money for a vacuum." By 9:30 I was able to get Meg and Drew Carey guy out the door. The silence preceding their exit while Drew Carey guy disassembled the vacuum still resonates in my head to this day. Needless to say, dinner that night was cold, with a hint of "what the hell just happened here?" And no, we do not currently own a Kirby vacuum. I have no plans of vacuuming in the near future.

Resume

Who thought a resume would be the proper way to judge whether someone is qualified to work for their company? I don't understand how this piece of paper is supposed to contain enough information for someone to say "Eh," or "Wow this person would be a great fit." It needs to be short, but somehow explain all your relevant previous experience. It needs to stand out, but too much color doesn't look good (said a previous employer of mine). Somehow we have to condense our entire worklife story onto one side of an 8.5 x 11 inch piece of overpriced paper. So it can be looked at for an average of 7 seconds. It's ridiculous. With all the new technology available now, you would think resume's would have died out. Let's schedule a Skype video call, or let me email you a link to a Youtube video explaining what I'm about. Maybe then employers would be able to see something more than whats on that tiny piece of bitch paper and be able to make better choices in who they hire. It is 2010 right? And we still use resumes??