I guess I had a good day today… Which after the mediocre week I had, it really means a lot.
From 8am to 10:30ish in the morning I was in orientation for my summer job. Orientation wasn’t even that bad because I sat there for 2 hours, was told to be safe, and was paid more than 5 hours of work at Radio Shack. One of the highest points in my day was when I was told that my new job required me to be able to operate something called “the crane”. I have no idea what “the crane” is, but the thought of operating excites me to no end…
I got home at 11am and I didn’t see another living human being, that wasn’t on the television or the Internet, till about 10pm. Whenever I don’t see people for long stretches of time, and I can get more stuff done, the day instantly moves up to 80th percentile. The great thing about the end of my day is that I got to work on one of sooper sekrit projektz, and I finally got my hands on some awesome garlic bread pizza.
All is right with the world. (finally…)
Tomorrow I’m taking a trip down to New Hampshire for some great barbecue, and then I’m going to make my way back up here to catch a Drive-In movie. Lots of pictures will be taken and shared.
Starting today I have two jobs, and I have no idea how this happened…
Right before I left my last job I applied for and was in the running for a a phone sales position. Two or three days after my second interview with that company I received a call from the place that I had my horrible summer job experience with last year and they wanted me back this year.
My first inclination was to shoot down the company that royally screwed my entire summer last year, but then they offered me more money. I’m really in need of money so I blindly sign up for orientation (Friday at 8). Today I had my final meeting with the phone sales people and they basically hand me the job due to my prior sales experience and then introduced me to the rest of the management.
As I’m shaking hands with the “Senior Second Shift Floor Manager” I realize that I must have inadvertently sold my soul to the devil because this kind of stuff never happens to me.
Of course it means more money, but I have absolutely no idea what effect it’ll have on my writing here, my writing in general (I want to try and squeeze 4 good essays out of this summer), or on this whole “being a person thing”. I personally have no clue what the future holds for me so stay tuned.
(Also I let you know when I quit one of my jobs out of frustration, so we can go out and have a drink. My buy…)
UPDATE (5/22/08 4:34pm)- Problem solved. I just received a call from the phone sales people and the training will interfere with the other job no matter what. One has to go…
As of 9:00PM EST (eastern standard time) Matthew J. Becker who is known as Caveman to most people has officially ended his time at the soulless retail corporation known as Radio Shack (stock symbol: RSH).
The end of an era
I won’t reveal many details of the new job, only that it’ll pay me a lot more and will give me more time during the day to write.
Seeing that I’m done with the college for the summer, and I don’t start the new job for a few days I am only a slave to the rhythm. NOW’S THE TIME ON SPROCKETS WHEN WE DANCE!!!
I feel I’m correct in the assumption that most people generally think that their co-workers are normal respectable people…until you get a chance to really talk.
A few nights ago I was closing with a co-worker and the topic of national tragedies comes up. Our general conversation goes from Pearl Harbor to the Kennedy assassination to the Oklahoma city bombing, and it eventually lands on 9/11. It was a great discussion until my co-worker got all “loose change” on me.
He looks at me straight in the eye and let loose a stream of nutty conspiracy theories, and I was left there to smile and a nod my head. I really don’t think I could honestly look at this guy in the same light anymore. I mean, I believe in all sorts of crazy things (i.e. aliens, ghosts, etc..), it is just when someone can genuinely state ill-researched facts, and complete untruths as reality is when I back away from the “relationship” s.l.o.w.l.y.
The underlying lesson here is: “Never talk to co-workers. They will only disappoint you.”
Summarizing last couple of days…
-I got my federal tax return that Monday and I was looking for something to spend it on. After the billionth time trying to fix my crappy laptop the inspiration hit me like a prize fighter: I need a halfway decent desktop… Since I get a pretty sizable discount at Radio Shack the most obvious choice was to buy the only desktop they were selling. Around 3:00 in the afternoon I purchased it for a solid $519 plus a $50 rebate that I have yet to redeem and I couldn’t be happier..
(Everything is all shiny)
Of course it means “The Quest” was been delayed substantially by my grand cash-drop, but it hasn’t been called off by any means….
In the meantime I’ve made this thing my new God.
-Right before I purchased my new computer I went to go see the Best Picture winner “No Country for Old Men” in the theater (I know, it came out on DVD this week…). At the time of the Oscars I bet against “No Country” because I’ve had a 6 year record of seeing the “Best Picture” on the opening day and it missed my local theaters entirely. Although I lost 10 bucks to it I thought it was an unbelievably good movie.
-Some old fellow rekindled my hatred of the geriatric by calling into my work, complaining for 20 minutes, and letting loose a series of racial slurs all because his security cameras didn’t work the way he wanted them to. He didn’t want me to do anything about them, he just wanted to let me know.
-Discovered I had to work late for the next two days, and any good posting from me would impossible.
-Would normally be around the time I’d post my “Free Write“…I’ll do that later.
-After long internal debate I finally dropped my Statistics class, due simply to the fact I sucked at it. I’m not good with math of any kind, and just holding out to the last possible moment would be just wasting mine and the Prof.’s time. My mind isn’t as “problem solvey” as most but I am good at memorizing useless information (think less Einstein and more Slingblade). I’ll take it next semester.
-Spring Break is next week. I hope it’s not going to turn out like last year…
-Speaking of last year, March 17th is Vintage Caveman’s One Year Blogiversery. We (I) would like the Get Smart Box Set.
(10:46 I’m a solid hour and fourteen minutes within my own set deadline.)
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When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one punk brat customer to respond to your inquiry of help: “I’m just looking. I look at stuff all the time. Can’t I just look!?!” it becomes necessary for one to either A) kill said punk brat, or B) in cooperation with previous factors (lack of hours, bad pay) reivaluate my position at “The Shack”.
In other words: “I Quit Dis Bitch!”
After a good long four month run at “The Shack” I’m leaving. It’s as simple as that. My work at the “The Shack” started out as simple and fun but quickly turned to hateful and suck. Everyday that I wake up and head out to work is like taking a cheese grater to the back of my head (which if I was offered a job cheese grating the back of my head, I’d take it). Everything plus the hours, and cash thing means I can’t continue on this path while sober.
I had a job interview with Blockbuster yesterday and it went really well, I find out next week. Wish me luck because I can’t escape unless I have a place to escape to.
For some reason, being the college student that I am allows people to ask a number of unusual questions like: “Where do you go?”, “What’s your Major?”, “Why are you looking at me like that?”. Which are all normally fine and I’ll answer you with a smile, but question that truly annoys me is “What are your goals for the future?”.
My answer for the ones who are ‘dieing’ to know is the usual “Graduate. Career. Die Happy.”. I haven’t really took the time to plain out anything, but weird events that have arisen in a friend’s life have communicated to me that I should be less lax and drop my whatever will be, will be look on the world.
Over the past week and a half whenever I had the time I constructed a list, reconstructed a list and came up with a list of overall desirable achievables. A lot of the list is comprised of things I’ve always wanted to do, but a good percentage is stuff that when you think about it you can’t help but think…”That would be awesome”. I hope you enjoy my little compilation, and hope you find something to add to your own lists.
Caveman’s Non-Important But Still Very Desirable Life Goals:
- Get a tattoo of my hero: Abraham Lincoln