My dad, mom, sister, and nieces were in town over the weekend. I took them to see where I work and they got to see where I live and around south OC and stuff. It was a good time. Now I probably won't see my mom and dad again until Christmas, so that's kind of a long time away, but I'm sure it'll come quick. I had to work Thursday and Friday so we just had the nights and half of Saturday then they all went back to Vegas where my sister lives.
We ate out a bunch. Shopped. Went to the OC Swap Meet at the fairgrounds...you know, the usual. The most fun we had was probably on the lake. Our friend Michal rented a pontoon for a couple of hours on Lake Mission Viejo. We ate and cruised around. It's still kind of weird that there's a lake four blocks from my apartment.
In other news, my computer is back up and running. I just had the Genius at the Apple Store reinstall the OS and everything was fine. I lost the stuff I thought I would, but oh well. Won't happen again.
This week will be a short one. We work three days and then the whole Firm is going to Vegas for our 15th Anniversary. Ooooh yeah.
Andy, Brent O, and Tony...expect my call in the next 7-10 days. That's my goal. Unless you call first, then you win.
Yeah, so I don't want to jump the gun here, but I think the hard drive on my Mac Mini is fried. Not a huge huge deal I didn't think because I had all my music and pictures backed up on an external drive. So I thought. My music is solid, no problem. My pictures are usually on the backup drive, but I think when I was going to back them up last time, it took awhile to get the old backup off the other drive, so I went and did something else. I must've forgot to put the new backup on it. So, well, no pictures. That goes back to 2003. I'm not as mad as I should be, I guess. I actually look at it as a good thing because now I don't have to go back and organize them all. It was kind of a daunting task.
Back to jumping the gun. I have a warranty through 2009 on that computer so if it is the hard drive, it will most likely be replaced for free. Good. Fine. The Apple Store is open today, too, and I have an appointment for 330. Nice!! I hope to fondle the iPhone while I'm there.
Anyways, the thing I'll be most upset about if my hard drive is fried is the loss of my excel spreadsheet that lists every movie I've watched and my rating of it since I started keeping track on 2/06. Oops.
Why am I not more angry about this? I'm just like...whaaatever. What can be done about it? Nothing. Why be mad about it then? Exactly.
Like I said, there is still hope. If they can retrieve my files, but are gonna charge me $100 for it...I'm not so sure I'd do it. Sure, I've lost all those pictures, but the most recent ones, mainly from the past two years are all on my flickr account. So I be ok I guess.
So this is the second incident with my Mac Mini since March. I had the DVD drive replaced then. What gives? I will never disown Apple over these things because computer hardware fails sometimes. It just does. Good thing I will keep getting it fixed for another two years on Apple's dime.
I bet no one cares about my computer problems either. So I'll be sure and post updates.
I'm not sure how things are where you live, but from what I remember when living in Minnesota and in Texas, libraries and car mechanics were among the many places closed on Sundays. Well folks, I no longer have to get these things in on Saturday.
I haven't been to the library in years anyways...but I was at Borders last night and decided I was tired of spending money on books I intend to revisit over the years but only ever read once. So I decided to go to the library. The Orange County Public Library has dozens of locations throughout the county...with several open on Sunday. None of them are very big, but with their combined resources, you can pretty much get what you want. Only 25 cents to get a book from another branch! My first trip involved getting Gary Larson's The Complete Far Side: Volume 1 and the first Harry Potter book. I've been putting off reading about Harry for years, I decided it's finally time to see what all the fuss is about.
Whenever I've needed to get an oil change, I've always had to go on Saturdays. No wonder why that's the busiest day at the garage, that's when everyone goes. Well, some genius here, or maybe it's the never slow down mentality of OC, decided to keep the mechanics open on Sunday. I got my car in at 9am, walked home in 6 minutes, read the newspaper, ate breakfast, walked back to the shop, and had my car by about 10:15. Rock on.
One more thing...Apparently there are earthquakes every day in Southern California. Yeah, 38 all together this past week. They were all in the 2.0 range, which I guess you don't really feel. None were real close to me. I guess every week averages a couple dozen!! Who knew?
As a break in the monotony at the office yesterday, I decided to
a) see if I could list all 50 states from memory and, b) see how many I've been to.
Well, I did it. I remembered them all. Then I realized I hadn't been to as many as I thought. 30 of 50. That's 60% folks.
Some I may never have a reason to go to except if I get sent there on business. Sorry Idaho and Montana. Others, I have high on my list. I'd like to take a 10 day trip to Florida in 2008 or 2009 and see all the major sites/sights...mainly Miami and Orlando.
Then, when I have accrued three weeks vaca, I'd like to use 14 days to hit up New England.
Once those are out of the way, I need a Hawaii trip in there somewhere. Then comes international travel for the rest of my life.
Sound good? I actually would like to spend some 4 day weekends around this great state I now live in. Wine Country, the Bay Area, San Diego...plus, there are dozens upon dozens of things to still see in the LA/OC area.
Okay, okay...first things first. I need to get a couch.
When I say hot, I don't mean the Paris Hilton, "that's hot" type hot. I mean 113 degrees Fahrenheit hot. Like, HOT.
That would be the word to describe my week in Phoenix. That, and food. More precisely, overeating. Overall, the week went really well. I learned a lot; it wasn't nearly what I expected. Mainly in a good way. The days cruised by. We ate out twice a day. On the company's dime. You can't beat that.
I guess I don't have much else to say about that. It would be nice to give you some boring details, but I'm afraid that's not a possibility. All I know is that I am NOT looking forward to going back to Phoenix in August for another week. It's likely going to be monsoon season, which is awfully awful I hear.
Oh, I'd be remiss if I didn't give a shout out to my buddy Jay. He and I went out for dinner Wednesday night. Good stuff.
Seven more round-trips on Southwest and I get a free one! That's going to add up sooner rather than later.
After my second week of being a professional, I'm going on my first business trip. It wasn't really real sounding to me until this morning. I went to the bank to deposit my first check (!!!), and the teller (who was gorgeous, I might have to cancel my direct deposit) asked me what I had planned this weekend. I said, "well, I'm going to Phoenix on business all next week, so I'm just getting ready for that." It sounded silly to me. I'm going on a business trip? Okay. Sure.
I think it's going to be a good time. I'm going with other new guy, and two senior auditors. We're all in our 20s, so that's cool. We'll work from 8-530 or so and then have our nights to do whatever. When the sun goes down, it will still be a balmy 85 degrees every night. Not bad.
The best part is, my car will sit all week not using gas and my apartment will sit all week not using kilowatts! It will be my first time flying Southwest. We each get our own room at the Crowne Plaza. And I get more than enough per diem to satisfy my hunger. I even get to check a suitcase full of files from last years audit. How cool.
I picked up a garment bag from Goodwill this afternoon for $9.99. Samsonite. You can't beat that. Junky brands at Target were $30. Nice ones were $99. Take that!!
In other "news", I forgot how much I love the movie Sideways. One of my favorites. I don't add many favorites to the list very often. In fact, I'm trying to think of one since this 2004 release. One that I would watch with a smile. Hmm...
I've put my finger on why it doesn't feel like I've moved. It's because I don't feel like I'm new to the area. I knew where stuff was before I moved here. I'd been nearly a dozen times. That's why. Now I feel better.
After nearly two weeks in California, I finally went to the beach. At least to verify the Pacific Ocean's existence, and that I live 20 minutes from it. I went to the Red Bull Illume exhibit in Huntington Beach. From the website:
Red Bull Illume Image Quest 2006 is the first-ever international photography competition that celebrates the world of action and adventure sports. The spirit, the grit, the edgy perfection - that's what we're here to honor. The top 50 finalists will get their work exhibited in bigger-than-life outdoor venues across the globe, providing the most dramatic compilation of action and adventure sports images ever assembled.
Well, this one was ON the beach. It was so cool. And so cold. I left my apartment at around 7 so I could make it in time for the sunset on the ocean. Well, what's clear sky inland, can quickly turn to sea strata (I may have made that term up) on the coast. So yeah, the clouds covered the sun. It's what they call "June Gloom" around here. Anyways...downtown Huntington Beach is a lot of fun at night. Lots of people. Lots to see. I spent some time in a couple surf shops, and got myself a Jamba Juice and my first ever shot of wheat grass. Whoa!
By the time it was getting dark, I headed towards the exhibit. I didn't realize this was such a big deal. The line was LONG! Thankfully, I only waited about a half hour to get to the front. It wasn't bad. I had my Jamba Juice to drink. Did I mention since I'm the new guy and don' have much for friends, I went alone? Well, yeah, it's better than not going.
Once I got "inside", it was everything I hoped it would be. It took about an hour to get around the whole thing. You're basically in a line going around the circle, waiting for people to finish looking before you move to the next one. Good thing I'm a patient man.
I felt bad for the dumb-dumbs who think the beach is warm at night. It's not. It's colllld. It was probably still in the low 60s, but with that breeze, brrr.
Anyways, it was a good experience, and I'm glad I went. Now, here are my pictures.
The View from the Pier
It should be noted that I've never had a Red Bull in my life. Or any other energy drink, for that matter.
Well folks, I've completed my first two days on the job. I can't go into much detail, mainly because I've signed these confidentiality deals, and I definitely cannot mention the names of any of our clients. Not that you care. All you need to know is that my firm specializes in auditing post-secondary schools.
Things have been going very well. The people are really great and not as boring as the stereotypes may have you think. I mean, I don't think of myself as boring, and if I enjoy working with these people, they must not be either.
I got taken out to lunch yesterday. Well, the whole audit team did, seven of us. Good stuff. Most days I plan on coming home for lunch though. I get an hour, and after driving there and back I'll still have a solid 30 minutes at home to eat and watch Newsradio. Love that. Breaks up the day pretty well.
We're doing pretty monotonous, tedious work right now. What should I expect, right? Well, I was told that it gets a lot better. There's just not a lot to do right now. My first trip is June 18th. It will be for one week. In Phoenix!! I've been to Phoenix, or at least through it, three times since last fall. This will make four. I have a friend there, so I hope to see him one night. That's when we'll get to really do what auditors do. Fieldwork, baby!! I think I'm going back again later this summer.
January through March, I'm told, I'll be gone nearly every week on trips. That should be crazy but kind of cool. One of my supervisors told me that awhile back, he was gone for a week and was in a different city every day. He basically had to go and see if the schools actually existed that the client was claiming financials for. Kinda dumb, right? Well, these days, you have to check this stuff out because people can make it up. Boston, Virginia Beach, New York. Way to rack up the frequent flyer miles.
Anyways, it might take me awhile to get used to working again. It's been over two years since I last had a job. I know, sob sob. But, well. It's still an adjustment. Honestly, the most stressful part is figuring out what to wear every day. It's business casual, which I love. Most every other accountant in the country has to wear business professional to work, but California is different. Don't know why. Dudes wear Hawaiian shirts to work sometimes. I told someone that if I worked in Texas or Minnesota, I'd be wearing a suit. The response I got was, "Dude, this is California."
I don't really feel like I've even moved. It's kind of weird. I think it's because I haven't done anything really Californy yet. All my previous trips here, I've been to the ocean or gone to Los Angeles to do tourist stuff. I might have to go to the ocean this weekend just to get a reality check. I'm in California!!
It's pretty sad when it's taken me over four months and 86 movies to find another good movie since the last one. Well folks, you can't find the gems unless you go through the duds. The last really great movie I saw was back in January -- Joyeux Noël (2005). Today marked the end of my four month dry spell. The movie? Well, if I told you Emilio Estevez wrote and directed it, would you believe me? Neither would I. Well, the movie I watched was Bobby (2006) about the assassination of Robert Kennedy and the people who were in the room when it happened. It's actually not as depressing as it sounds because only the last ten minutes is the downer stuff. The rest is just...brilliant/genius/fantastic. I guess I shouldn't hype it too much. I just really enjoyed it.
In other news, for being a new customer with the electric company, I get the Los Angeles Times Sunday Edition for 52 weeks for $20. That's $0.39 an issue!! I'm pretty pumped. My first issue is supposed to come tomorrow. I hope it does.
I went to see Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End at the Block at Orange this afternoon. Orange isn't exactly close (it took me 30 minutes to get there), but I have AMC gift cards, and it was the nearest one. Don't ask me why. Orange County is overrun by Regal/Edwards, which is fine, but my gift cards don't agree wiht that. A new AMC is opening up this summer that's only about 10 minutes away tho. Problem solved.
As I was leaving the theatre, I noticed that you could sign up to test drive a Smart Car in the parking lot. All you had to do was sign a waiver. They are coming in 2008 I guess, and are very European, well, non USA looking. I'm sure I will see tons of them on the road around here because they are probably very green friendly. I thought about test driving one, but I guess I chickened out. Maybe if I wasn't there alone.
Here is an awesome picture Marc took on my camera phone at the picture house the other night:
◆ I am using my record player for the first time in 2 years tonight. I never had enough room for it in San Antonio. I'm rockin' the Beatles' Let it Be. A properly calibrated turntable and well taken care of records sound incredible. Mmm.
First off, why isn't there a Mister America pageant? Sure, I'd rather look at girls in bikinis than men, but I'm all about equal opportunities for the sexes.
Okay, so I moved in yesterday. I slept in my new apartment last night. I need more furniture. Going from a tiny dorm room to 709 square feet is like a move from a patio home to a...uhhh...larger patio home. You get the idea.
I've been spending the last two days getting stuff organized and all that. Really, it's not all that much, it just takes time. Especially because I take breaks here and there to check my vitals (e-mail, myspace, etc...).
Living in Mission Viejo so far has been like living in a small town. It's got 90 some thousand residents, but everything I need is literally within blocks. Ralph's supermarket is two. Blockbuster is four. I guess my bank is more like a mile and a half. Whoa. The best part is, my office is less than a ten minute drive. I don't even have to get on the freeway!! It's a good thing I'm going to be auditing all over the place not in the office a whole lot, though, or I could see myself not leaving Mission Viejo for weeks at a time. I don't even feel like I'm even in LA/OC because I don't have to use the freeway to go anywhere really. But hey, the nice thing is, San Diego is an hour to the south, Hollywood is 55 miles to the north, and Vegas is 4 hours to the west. Love that.
I'm going to be living without cable television for the first time in my life. Sure, I had about a 6 week stint back when I moved to Texas, before they equipped our rooms, but at least my rabbit ears worked. I tried the antenna last night and I got nothin. The only shows I'll really miss that can't be seen online is reality type stuff. I'll live. I'm hoping by the fall I can sign up for the poor-man's basic cable.
I start work on Monday. I'm a little nervous. I bought a 10-key calculator so I can practice and at least have that down when I start. Marc told me I should stop by the office tomorrow and let my boss know I'm moved and ready to start Monday and all that. I'll try and show up conveniently around lunch time...I'm still a poor college student at heart. I didn't tell y'all...our company's 15 year anniversary is this summer. Everyone is getting flown to Vegas on a Thursday and we're having a company dinner, being put up at the Bellagio for two nights and other tickles and grins. Yes!!
Okay, on to pictures of my apartment and stuff...
the view from my balcony
It should be noted that since it's low 70s most of the time, I won't have to use my a/c much. My wallet thanks me.
Well, I officially have an address in Orange County, California. Well, kind of officially. I still have to sign the lease on Tuesday, but for all intents and purposes, it's mine. I passed the credit check and all that business. I'd move in sooner, but yeah, it's not ready yet.
The first place Krysti and I went to yesterday was not good. The bathtub had rusty stains around the faucet and the lighting was awful and depressing. No way. It sort of bummed me out and had me thinking the day was going to be a bust. I figured that all the apartments we'd look at would be similarly yuck -- because they were in the same price range.
The second place we went to was only $40 more but 400% better. We drove in and it was already apparent that it was a lot nicer. More what I was expecting. Spacious (not cramped), large palm trees (my favorite), Spanish architecutre (yes!) -- the typical California look. When we saw inside of the unit, it was nice also. Even though the place was built in 1987, I couldn't tell. It smelled new inside and was just overall a nice place...it should be more than it is, although it's already a lot compared to most other states. California doesn't require that fridges be provided to renters, so I'm having to rent that, too. Kinda sucky, but better than buying one right now.
The best part is that I have a wrap-around patio with a view of the hills all full of houses and a nice view of the mountains in the background. I am going to love that. I will post pictures next week or something. Also, there's a man-made lake just down the street than I intend on walking or rollerblading around after work. It's 3.2 miles around. And free. Gym membership be damned!
I would point y'all to the website of the apartment complex, but I don't need any stalkers. I'll just tell you it's in Mission Viejo, 3 miles from work, and 1.5 to Saddleback Church.
That's all for now. I can't believe I'm going to be living in California next week. Dreams can come true. Now, I'm just going to be broke for awhile while as I adjust to the sticker shock of everything here.
So here it is...short and un-boring. I forgot to adjust some of my voice levels...the music is kind of loud and then when my voice comes on, a little quiet. Adjust accordingly...
Krysti and I went to Cirque du Soleil's presentation of the Beatles "Love" last night at the Mirage here in Las Vegas.
Whoa.
I had no idea what to expect, really. I even avoided seeing the trailer, so nothing would be spoiled for me. Oh boy, was it worth it. I can't even begin to explain it. Just so cool.
Of course they built a whole auditorium just for this show, because it's already been there a year and will probably be there several more. It took the place of Sigfried and Roy's show. It's probably the closest I will come to seeing the Beatles in concert. They used HD images on huge white curtains hanging all over. There are over 6000 speakers in the room...three in each headrest, too!
It started kinda of weird, but that's to be expected. As soon as the first real song kicked in and things really started to happen, I just was overcome with something. It was so awesome. My eyes welled up. I thought, I better not be like this the whole time or it's going to be hard to see.
A big shout out goes to my brolaw Marc for the hookups. He got us these $125 tickets for nothin'! I'm really excited to live only 4-ish hours from Vegas. There are so many shows here. There's four more Cirque shows in town...I would like to see the rest of them in the next couple of years. I told Marc he has a standing invitation to hook me up with tickets. My weekends are free indefinitely. I'd even go see Barry Mannilow.
Jerry Seinfeld is in town later this summer, Jay Leno is in town this weekend. Fun stuff.
What I loove about the idea of living in SoCal is that Los Angeles and Las Vegas are close and anything that's everything happening in entertainment comes to these cities. I dig that I'm going to be living where things are...happenin'. Ooooh!
You have to see a Cirque show before you die. Put it on the list.
I decided that since I need to be watching the budget over the next few months and the fact that I'll be living in California - I need sandals, I'd get the illustrious Faded Glory brand (?) from Wal-Mart. Only $8.96!!
I got them home and was tightening the strap on the buckle, when the poke-through-the-hole thing on the buckle broke. Just popped right off. Faded Glory is just a blip on my fashion radar. I'm done.
My brolaw Marc scored Krysti and I tickets to The Beatles' Love - Cirque Du Soleil show for Friday night at the Mirage. Apparently, it's the hotest ticket in town. I've never been to a Cirque show before, and I hear this is THE one to see. There are some perks for having a brolaw work for a resort in Vegas. Oooh yeah!
I arrived with my Dad in Las Vegas on Monday afternoon. I'm going to be staying here with my sister and brother-in-law for a couple of weeks until I can shop for apartments and find something to move in to. Memorial Day weekend is the target move date.
My car somehow made it through the desert and the mountains of NW Arizona and SE Nevada. It may be her last journey like that; I don't think she needs to go through it again. Mable was a dream, though. She got me West. Just a few more hours to travel.
We've been having problems setting up the wi-fi in this place, and I can't hardwire into the cable modem because of MAC address issues (and no, this is not the MAC as in Macintosh, unrelated). I've been using the neighbor's wi-fi when it's available and when the 6% signal strength can be picked up and held without dropping.
I've been putting together furniture and things and hope to finally relax some today or tomorrow. I have a lot of reading I want to get done, as well as DVD watching. I need to also find out from my work what the dress code is...because I'll need to buy some new clothes.
I intend on spending some time editing my graduation footage into a 2-3 minute video in the next week or so, also. We'll see if that happens.
On my list of things to do this week, my last week living in San Antonio, was to rotate my tires. I bought the bad boys last December. They took me to California and back lickety-split. I highly recommend Discount Tire Co./American Tire. They have inexpesive tires (Arazonian radials, anyone?) and free balance and rotations for the life of the tire. How exciting, right?
Anyways, I like to watch the tire guys work through the window, mainly because it displaces boredom. I never really understood how they balance tires, or even what it really meant. I had an idea in my mind. Well, seeing how they do it is nothing like I envisioned. They put the tire in this big incubator type thing, that spins it around and somehow decides which side needs more weight on it. And then they pound these metal weights on the rim. Who knew? Kind of interesting. While he was waiting to open up the balancer, the guy was twirling around his pounder tool (maybe it was a hammer) kind of like a drummer twirls his drumstick. Rock star? Not quite. Cool? Very.
These guys look like they have a good time, too. If I was in for a life of off-white collar work, I might think of that place. I wouldn't fit in, no, but they are always busy and I'm sure their work lives go by fast. What more can you ask for? Well, probably a lot, but a quick 9-5 day is a start.
On to another topic: Tom Green.
Most of you associate him with his show on MTV from way back when. If you ask someone on the street to describe Tom Green in one word, it would be "obnoxious" or possibly "annoying." I'd even go as far as to say "annoyingly obnoxious" or "obnoxiously annoying." Anyways...since he's been off of MTV and gotten over his brief marriage to Drew Barrymore (not bad for a dork from Canada), he's been kind of quiet.
I rediscovered him during the Winter Olympics in Torino, Italy in 2006. He was doing segments for the Tonight Show (yes, I know, I am one of the rare twentysomethings that thinks Jay Leno is funny). It was weird to see Tom Green not being the wild and crazy Tom Green. His humor was toned down quite a bit. Maybe just not as outrageous..or...disgusting. I think he's wonderful at just being a normal guy and interacting with locals.
Now he's doing his own show again. Live, on the internet, out of his living room. It's actually pretty groundbreaking; he's a pioneer of sorts. I haven't been able to really watch it much, because my internets at school are stinkier than the smell of breakfast. That's going to change soon, though. Recently, he's been traveling across Canada in an old Lincoln Continental, talking to locals and just doing his thing. He's been filming during the day and editing/uploading video at night. I think he got that idea from my road blogs, but I'm not going to spend months in litigation with that.
I'm really enjoying the more grown-up Tom Green. He said he wants to do some of his old antics while on this trip, just to get it out of his system. Like buying 12 cheese pizzas, lay them all out on the sidewalk and roll around in them saying "my bum is on the pizza" while people walk by with confused looks on their faces. I am all for that, just as long as it's not his main schtick.
It's kind of inspiring for me, too. I really enjoy taking my video camera on the road and being able to edit the video in my hotel room or whatever. I know I haven't done it much at all, except for my first "Get a Job" video blog, but I have ambitions to do so. It'd probably be easier if I had a video guy with me, and I could be on camera, but I gotta work with what I've got. I'm hoping I become less timid with my video capturing.
I had a guy scold me on Hollywood Blvd last August because he was performing an impromptu rap on the sidewalk and said I could only record if I paid him. This, of course, is not true. He has no legal right to tell me that. But I was a wuss and was afraid he would send his posse after me...who were all probably wearing those big "Cat and the Hat" type hats you buy at Six Flags, just like the one he was wearing.
One of my roommates cooked breakfast this morning. Like bacon and eggs or something. I hate the smell of breakfast. It wouldn't go away all day. And now, at midnight, he's making it again.
I move out in a week. It's great. It's hard for me to sit and concentrate when I'm watching teevee, though. I'm constantly thinking what I can put in the 3-4 boxes I have left, to maximize their use. I'm NOT going to buy boxes. I think it will work out.
I'm going to trash a lot of my kitchen stuff -
a) because it's nasty and, b) to conserve space.
I tried to pay my rent on Tuesday, but they told me I didn't owe anything for this month!! Yay! That will pay for my gas for the move!!
Until I had to get Mable's compressor fixed yesterday...for $870. It's okay though, it's like she's got a new set of lungs.
Today = more studying. My first final is tomorrow night at 5. Then one Monday, Thursday and Friday. I graduate Saturday at 1. I can almost taste it.
My Q-tips are almost gone (If you've been reading my blog for over a year, you know what I'm talking about)!!!
Yeah, it's true. This is going to be the most fascinating thing you ever read. I picked up some cheap-o beans from the supermarket the other day -- but wait, aren't all beans cheap? Yes. So nevermind that.
I was curious where they were made because who's heard of the brand Sun Vista before? I'm an avid bean buyer, and I haven't. Turns out, they were manufacuted by Faribault Foods in good 'ole Faribault, Minnesota...the town I happened to be born in and lived in until I was 11. SO COOL.
I only have two days of class left. Tomorrow and Tuesday, May 1st. Then it's finals time. My first one is Saturday the 5th at 5pm. Yes, my school is so ginormiousish that they have to hold finals on Saturday.
I've narrowed apartment choices in OC down to like a dozen or so. Hopefully, I can see my first choices on day one, and won't have to spend another day looking at them when I go out to tour them the end of May.
My sister Krysti is moving to the Vegas May 5th. This makes me happy. She will only be 4.5 hours from my front door. It will be nice to have family close to share the non-major holidays with.
My family is coming here for my graduation TWO WEEKS from tomorrow! This is really happening, apparently. Graduating college.
All you loyal readers are in for a bit of excitement the next several months. That is, if you get excited over my blogs. Graduating, moving, starting a new job, making new friends, adjusting to my new life as a boy in Orange County...I'm sure you can't hardly wait! I know I can't.
There is a downer to all of this, though. I'm leaving behind two of the best friends I've ever had. Although Tony already moved to Waco last January, at least he's been close enough to see if we wanted to (which we have once!). He was my first real friend here in town. I met him via his spouse Lindsay (they were engaged at the time) through our college ministry. We ended up hitting it off somehow and spent many times playing racquetball (I never beat him), smoking cigars, and watching "The O.C." and Spurs games. I'm going to miss him.
The second feller is Chris. I met him very randomly. He and his wife Erica were at our Life Group one night as part of an interview process to work with the college ministry. Well, that didn't work out, but we did. After that chance encounter, I didn't see him for several months. I knew that he worked at the Target by my chiropractor tho, so when I was over there once, I stopped in to pick up some Kraft Mayo®, and I ran into him. We exchanged numbers. Then we didn't talk for another month. Then we met up at Starbucks one night (the night of my being dumped, by the way). Slowly we started hanging our more and more, and now, after a year and a half, it's 2-3 sometimes 4-5 times a week.
In the past, you'd have to pull my teeth to get my to want to go out more than a couple times a week. Well, now I'd almost rather hang out with Chris than by myself, which is kind of weird for me. I'm used to being a homebody. I think it's because we enjoy doing the same things. I don't know why I didn't realize this before, but it helps to find friends that like to do the things that I like to do. Who knew?
Well, he's moving to Chicago on Monday, so I don't feel like I'm leaving him behind. We're both going our separate ways. I've never had a friend like that guy before.
With Tony and Chris both, they are the kind of friends that I'm certain I'll be buddies with as I grow old and my hair turns from white to whiter.
I'll probably reflect on my time here in San Antone in future blogs, but for now, I have to say...Although this wasn't exactly part of my plan to live here, it's worked out better than I could have imagined, and I would only trade it for a date with Rachel Bilson wouldn't trade it for anything.
So Sunday was a day of birthdays. My BFF Chris had his. My Grandpa Hellickson had his. And my nephew Titus had his as well. I wasn't there, but here are pictures from Grandpa and Titus' birthday bash:
Here's Grandpa shooting Titus' new rocket launcher:
Crazy thing is, we found an old photo from the archives of him from 1946 doing the same thing:
As you can see, he hasn't aged much over the years.
I thought my visit to the InkSell.com store would be just another visit to the ink store. The girl working there seemed to want to sell me more than ink. After she looked up my customer profile, she asked where my area code is from...and well that got the ball rolling. She was asking me all sorts of questions. Good thing people aren't busting down the doors at 1pm on a Monday to buy ink.
Too bad I'm moving, I just might have asked her out to coffee. That's right, I just might've.
I sort of feel like the girl at the dry cleaners is smitten with me, too. Everytime I go in there, which has been a lot this semester, she seems to fumble with things and be all smiley.
Or it may just be that I have stuff hanging out of my nose.
My Blockbuster online queue is up to around 195 movies and TV shows. It's daunting. It could be far more. I also have an Excel spreadsheet listing the mass of TV-on-DVD sets I intend on watching someday. When something new comes out, I add it to the Blockbuster queue or the Excel spreadsheet. The problem is, then it's at the bottom. It may take years to get to. That's not fair!
I've decided to use a random number generator to put me at ease. That way, everything has a fair chance of being selected. It's also unpredictable, which I kind of like in this case.
You might think I consume too much media if I have to go to these lengths. I'm not sure. Maybe so, but it's what I like to do with my free time.
I also like to have my 15,000 songs(it's taken me 10 years to reach this milestone) in iTunes on party shuffle. So sue me. In the car or walking to class, I usually only listen to albums. I keep it real sometimes.
In figuring out what to keep and throw away for the big move coming up, I am faced with a dilemma. I have 4-5 big Case Logic CD binders all filled up. Thing is, I haven't pulled them out since sometime in the winter of 2006. All of my music is on my hard drive. All of it is backed up on DVDs. What do I need to keep the CDs around for? I don't. But I think it would be a huge waste to chuck 'em. I suppose I will hang on to them to show the kids one day when they ask what a CD is.
I cleaned our microwave a couple of weeks ago and apparently got some 409 on the circuit board. Well, it wouldn't work for about 12 hours until it dried out. Then it was fine. Well, now it's not working again. I took it upon myself to go to Wal-Mart and get the cheapest microwave ever made. I've never bought one before, so I figured they'd be $75 or something. No! It was $43.88!! It could have been less because the cashier didn't bother coming around to my cart to scan it, she instead asked me how much it was. Me, being an ethical accountant (we didn't used to have to qualify that, by the way) told her $43.88. She had to type a description along with her price input. I don't normally like to use one person to make an assumption about the whole, but she typed in "macrowave."
On the way out, I noticed an advertisement for a new line of Diet Coke. I think it was called Diet Coke Life. And folks, soda drinkers now have an excuse to drink soda to their health. You see, this new Diet Coke has vitamins and minerals in it. Just what we need. I gotta hand it to Coca-Cola though, genius. Absolutely genius.
Well thank you! I officially accepted a job offer yesterday. I will be working as an auditor at an accounting firm in Lake Forest, California. For those of you not familiar with the area, Lake Forest is a planned community in south central Orange County, just south of Los Angeles. It was created in 1991. Weird, I am older than a city. And sad, that was the last time the Twins won a World Series. Lake Forest is ranked as one of the safest cities for its size (58,000) in the country. This means I don't have to lock my car or my apartment, right?
I am also officially excited. My dream of living in California has been years in the making, and it's finally going to happen!! I'm going to have grown up job!
I have six weeks until I graduate and nine or so until I start my job. Yessah!
LONDON - Keith Richards has acknowledged consuming a raft of illegal substances in his time, but this may top them all.
In comments published Tuesday, the 63-year-old Rolling Stones guitarist said he had snorted his father's ashes mixed with cocaine.
"The strangest thing I've tried to snort? My father. I snorted my father," Richards was quoted as saying by British music magazine NME.
"He was cremated and I couldn't resist grinding him up with a little bit of blow. My dad wouldn't have cared," he said. "... It went down pretty well, and I'm still alive."
I think this tops anything Ozzy has ever done, am I right? On another note, whoever keeps turning down the A/C as low as it can go overnight, need to stop.
Also, since we're on topic, is some of the best music yet to be discovered?
Chris and I went up to Austin yesterday just to do something different and get away from the Alamo. As most of you know, Austin, Texas has evolved into one of the hippest places in the country over the years. It's the self-proclaimed, "Live Music Capital of the World." It may be true. SXSW and the Austin City Limits music festival are there each year -- that's a pretty good start.
There isn't much going on in Austin on Friday afternoons. I'm sure into the evening, things pick up, but we weren't there for that. We walked by Emo's and Stubb's to see if any good bands were playing later that night, but we didn't really see anything interesting. I was, however, accosted (is that too strong a word?) by a supposed drifter.
Chris and I stopped on a corner to wait for the walk signal, and this fella who seemed kind of homeless (he had a good sun tan), started playing air guitar and singing. He started talking to us, and where could we go? The signal said "DON't WALK"!! Then, sure, Chris' phone rang. He did what anyone would do, he answered it. That left me all alone with this dude. He said he'd been drunk for two days. "Not today, but yesterday." He claimed to be a Marine, or an ex-Marine, I don't remember. He showed me some battle scars on his arms (no, not from needles). He said he was about to catch a Greyhound (remind me never to ride a Greyhound, ever) and needed another $3. "A cop already gave me $5." I thought to myself, "yeah, I bet he did. The only five he gave you was in seconds. As in, 'you got 5 seconds to get the hell out of here.'")
He then went on to try and prove that he wasn't homeless and wasn't going to use the money for booze. Mind you, he didn't say any of that. What he did say was, "look at my shoes, these are $200 leather shoes." I looked down, they did look nice. They looked kind of new, too. He said, "look at my shirt, this is a nice shirt." And it was. Nice being that it was new. I could tell because black tshirts can look old pretty quick. It looked as tho he had just pulled it right from the rack. I did notice he had a Sharpie marker clipped on the inside of his collar. I suppose that's a tool he needs when he partakes in arts & crafts and makes his "homeless" signs. This wasn't making sense to me. He had on a new shirt, new leather shoes, could afford to own an air guitar and also pay for the licensing fees to sing a classic rock song in public, but he had a marker for a "homeless" sign and needed $3 for the Greyhound. See, confusing, right?
Anyways, I claimed I had just used all my money to pay for parking. Which technically wasn't true. Chris did. But, I didn't think he accepted Visa, so that's all I could think to say. By the way, Chris is still on the phone at this point. He finally pulled me away and we went in another direction at the next intersection.
During all of this, I got the second compliment in as many weeks about how blue my eyes are. One from a front desk clerk girl at a hotel in Tucson, AZ, and now from a supposed homeless guy in Austin, TX. Before that, it'd been many months, maybe more than a year since someone complimented my eyes. I don't blame them, my eyes are very blue, and deep like the ocean. You should look sometime.
After we got rid of this guy, we went to a pub and got some beer. And Irish nachos. I don't know what made them Irish. Maybe the green jalapeños. Then we walked 8 blocks to the best record store in Austin, Waterloo. It was pretty great. They have listening stations with iPods in them. The iPods then have the 6-8 albums on them at that kiosk. Very cool. Chris bought an Elliott Smith tee. I bought a Waterloo Records tee (it will be cool to wear NOT in Texas) and a black tee that simply says "CASH" on it in block lettering. I've wanted that t-shirt for a couple years, but I didn't want to appear on the "Johnny Cash is dead so now it's cool to listen to him" trendy bandwagon thing. Now that that's over, I feel it okay to wear.
Our plan was to check out Will Ferrell's new movie, "Blades of Glory" at the Alamo Drafthouse (they serve you beer and you can order from a menu!) but it was sold out all night. We decided to just head back to San Antonio early and hit up the theatre there...we really were set on seeing that movie. We ended up buying tickets for the 1015 showing. We had 2+ more hours to kill.
I haven't been to Pei Wei (asian kitchin) for awhile, so yeah!! After we sat down and began eating, two girls came by, each put their fortune from their fortune cookies on our table, say "here!" and leave. Well, there were phone numbers and MySpace addresses written on them. I looked over towards the door as they were leaving and one of the girls was looking back, smiling. Chris and I were both like.."what the..."
Turns out one of them is 16 and the other is 18.
"Blades of Glory" was silly, ridiculous, but extremely funny. Not Ferrell's best, but definitely worth seeing.
It was a fun day. I'm going to miss hanging out with that guy. California is calling. I am moving outta Texas six weeks from tomorrow.
You'd think after having my car for four years, I would know how to honk the horn correctly. Well, I've always had a hard time finding the "sweet spot." Sometimes I feel like I'm about to sprain a finger after pushing the center of the steering wheel in feverish haste.
The other day, I inadvertently figured out where the horn likes to be pushed. I guess I was resting my hand on the steering wheel in a new and interesting way -- a way I'd never rested it before. I was sort of pushing a little bit, I guess, and the horn honked. It half scared me, I wasn't expecting it.
I always thought it should be easier to honk the horn in my car. At times I've even thought that since it was so hard to push that it might get stuck and my horn would be blaring until it wore out or something (there must be a fuse that can be removed?). Well, never fear. After hours upon hours of my fondling of the steering wheel, I found out how to use it in a different way.
The moral of the story is, just when you think you know, you really have no idea. This applies to more than just car horns. Yes.
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I just watched an old film for the first time ever, a classic. Kudos to anyone who can identify this line: "Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she had to walk into mine."
I woke up this morning to 46 new comments on my blog. Of course, they were all about wee-wee biggification. I don't understand this. Does someone actually see this spam and think, "oh, that sounds great! if it weren't for the spam in this comment I may have never thought of this!"
So now, if you want to post a comment, you need to verify you are a person. You'll see when you try it. It will ask you to enter a random alpha-numeric combination. It's one more step, but alas, it's necessary.
When I was a kid, specifically ages 12-16, I was way into sports. Watching sports, that is.
Almost anytime there was a live event on ESPN, ESPN2 (back when they called it "the deuce" and the "ESPN" was "espn2" and all xtreme sport-y), or basically any other network, I would be watching it. I stuck mainly to the four major pro sports and college sports. I knew everything about every player. I knew the names of all the stadiums and arenas they played in. It was really a lot of fun.
I remember coming home from playing baseball in 7th and 8th grade and watching the Stanley Cup Playoffs in the unfinished basement, in an old blue chair (probably from when my parents got married), in the dark. It was great.
I reminisce about this now as if it were something I will never have again. And that may be true.
As many of you know, the NCAA basketball tournament commenced last week. Some of you may know it as "The Big Dance" or "The Road to the Final Four." In the past, I would make it a goal to watch every single game that was televised. This often meant 3-4 games from when I got home from school to when I went to bed. On the weekends it was even more. I lived for it. As the great Dick Vitale says, "It was awesome, baby!" And it was.
I find it kind of sad that I can't reclaim that awesomeness anymore. I still enjoy watching sports, but since I don't watch very much, I don't know hardly any of the players, which makes it less enjoyable, which makes me want to watch it less. See how that works? It takes a lot of time and devotion to be into sports. Quite frankly, as I've grown up and really found out what it is that I like, music and film/TV have become more important ways for me to spend my leisure time.
I'd rather watch marathons of "Six Feet Under" or "24" than spend three hours watching a football game. It just seems like I get more out of it. I wish I could have it both ways. I wish I could relive a part of those innocent times, or at least escape to them from time to time. I don't see it happening.
One thing I look forward to doing now that was unrealistic back then, is to get season tickets to some pro sports team, preferably baseball. That's 81 home games for all of you keeping track. I think that would be the ultimate.
One thing I plan on continuing into my mid-middle age is to watch playoffs and championships and all that. So, we'll exclude the NCAA tournament, because that's just overkill for me. Bring on the NBA Finals, baby!!
Okay, so this is going to be my last daily, consecutive type post about getting a job. I will keep the day count going until I've accepted an offer, but I'm not going to post about it every day. There's no need to.
I left Tucson, AZ at 615AM PDT today and was back in San Antonio by 815PM CDT. Right on. It went by quick for the most part. I had a couple hours in the middle of the afternoon where I was totally spacing out. A Dew and some peanuts fixed that. I don't even want to total up my receipts for the trip. Ugh. At least I can - I think - write everything off for my 2007 taxes cause it was job related. I'll have to see.
Mable is a few hundred miles shy of the 280,000 mark. I don't know how she does it! I think she's officially entered her "Golden Years." She's had so many miles on the road, that now she just does it for the pure enjoyment of it. Sure, she's got some "arthritis" and other old age kind of stuff nagging her, but overall, she can still keep up with the best of 'em. Now, let's just hope she can pull a small U-Haul trailer behind her in a couple of months (she did it the summer of 2004 just fine).
I synced my iPod for the first time in a week...I listened to over 400 songs on it since I left for California last Saturday.Not bad. 151 just today. That's a lot.
Next up is making some follow-up calls to all the people I interviewed with this past week. I'm hoping to get some more offers so I can really pick what I want. Hoping.
I'm getting tired of doing these video monoblogues (I think I just coined a new term), so I'm pretty sure you're tired of watching them. I think I will reserve them for the more exciting things. I don't need to make a video to tell you how I had another interview today, and that I can't give you specifics, and all of that stuff.
It's been a pretty cool week. Going into it, I would have never thought I would get through it. But I have, tomorrow morning is my last one. I'm excited for it to be over, and I'm excited to see what's next. One things for sure, now I know how to conduct my future job searches, but I hope one won't need to be done for years. It's kind of exciting, but also a lot of work. Interviewing is draining. I've actually enjoyed the process, though. I wasn't even really nervous this morning, what's up with that? Shouldn't I be?
Being in Orange County all by my lonesome has been fun. I'm so familiar with the area that I can get around pretty well. I know where I like to go to eat, I know how to get everywhere I need to, and I know how to drive in the notorious L.A. traffic. Sure, it stinks when it's gridlocked, but it sure is fun when it's wide open and there's eight lanes to pretty much go as fast as you want to (and still get passed). It feels like a race car game or something. Love it.
I'm going to be realistic here and realize that there is a possibility that I won't get a job I want right now. If that happens, I do have a couple of other options, but I'm not really going to talk about them yet, because I'm hoping they won't need to be implemented.
I can't take another week of two-a-days.
Tomorrow night, I'll be in Tucson, AZ again. See you then.
Again, too tired to be on teevee. I'd actually rather it be finals week or something. This interviewing stuff is draining me. And I only had one today!! The accounting firm I interviewed with today was amazing. I'm really excited to see what comes of all of this in the next couple weeks!!
Since my dream of living in California began to develop back in 2003, it's hard to believe I'm finally making it a reality. I mean, I'm staying 2 blocks away from Disneyland, the street is lined with huge palm trees, the weather is perfect, and I am loving every minute of it.
The line at Subway last night at 830 took 30 minutes to get through. It's right by Disneyland, so..you know...stupid tourists. Oh wait, I can't say that yet. :)
One more interview tomorrow and one more Friday, then I'm outtie. It's cruising. As much as I'm enjoying myself, it'll be nice to get back to some normalcy.
I'm going to just do a normal old blog tonight. I'm way too tired to appear on tv right now. This daylight savings is killing me!
I had the first two of eight interviews today. They both went really well. One may not be a reality until after May. The other offered me a position already. I have until March 23rd to make a decision.
That certainly takes the pressure off of the rest of the week. Of course, I could just blow off the other six, but I think it's in my best interest to see what else is being offered out there.
I thought I'd have plenty of time to bust out some homework this week, but it already looks like I won't get to most of it. If every day goes by like today, all of my homework will have to be crammed into about two days right before class starts up again. Alright!!
It's 5:42AM on March the 10th. I'm just about to get in my car Mable and head out West. You see, I have eight job interviews this week over my spring break, It's beyond my wildest expectations.
My goal is to drive 12 hours to Tucson, AZ today. I plan on making video documentation of my trip.
Besides the fact that this semester, my final semester, is winding down, my household items I purchased when I moved in two years ago are showing their eagerness to move, too.
My $9.99 Wal-Mart lamp is starting to flicker. And it's not the lightbulb. The switch is wearing out.
My Honeywell fan that I bought to drown out all the roommate noise is starting to make sounds when I turn it on, and they don't go away for about 10 minutes.
Little do the lamp and the fan know that their new home won't fix their ailments. I haven't told them they will probably both be replaced in the near future.
After several years blogging with WordPress, I am switching back to Blogger. Google owns it now, so maybe they have big things intended for it. I was just getting tired of all the spam posted in my comments. I have over 70,000 comments for sex stuff, casinos, and home mortgages. I don't want those types of comments. I want comments from people I know!!
So here goes. This is a test run for now. There's no way to import my 600+ posts from WordPress, so I'm not sure what I'll do about that yet. I have to save them somehow. It's a part of my life.
My dad, mom, sister, and nieces were in town over the weekend. I took them to see where I work and they got to see where I live and around south OC and stuff. It was a good time. Now I probably won't see my mom and dad again until Christmas, so that's kind of a long time away, but I'm sure it'll come quick. I had to work Thursday and Friday so we just had the nights and half of Saturday then they all went back to Vegas where my sister lives.
We ate out a bunch. Shopped. Went to the OC Swap Meet at the fairgrounds...you know, the usual. The most fun we had was probably on the lake. Our friend Michal rented a pontoon for a couple of hours on Lake Mission Viejo. We ate and cruised around. It's still kind of weird that there's a lake four blocks from my apartment.
In other news, my computer is back up and running. I just had the Genius at the Apple Store reinstall the OS and everything was fine. I lost the stuff I thought I would, but oh well. Won't happen again.
This week will be a short one. We work three days and then the whole Firm is going to Vegas for our 15th Anniversary. Ooooh yeah.
Andy, Brent O, and Tony...expect my call in the next 7-10 days. That's my goal. Unless you call first, then you win.
Yeah, so I don't want to jump the gun here, but I think the hard drive on my Mac Mini is fried. Not a huge huge deal I didn't think because I had all my music and pictures backed up on an external drive. So I thought. My music is solid, no problem. My pictures are usually on the backup drive, but I think when I was going to back them up last time, it took awhile to get the old backup off the other drive, so I went and did something else. I must've forgot to put the new backup on it. So, well, no pictures. That goes back to 2003. I'm not as mad as I should be, I guess. I actually look at it as a good thing because now I don't have to go back and organize them all. It was kind of a daunting task.
Back to jumping the gun. I have a warranty through 2009 on that computer so if it is the hard drive, it will most likely be replaced for free. Good. Fine. The Apple Store is open today, too, and I have an appointment for 330. Nice!! I hope to fondle the iPhone while I'm there.
Anyways, the thing I'll be most upset about if my hard drive is fried is the loss of my excel spreadsheet that lists every movie I've watched and my rating of it since I started keeping track on 2/06. Oops.
Why am I not more angry about this? I'm just like...whaaatever. What can be done about it? Nothing. Why be mad about it then? Exactly.
Like I said, there is still hope. If they can retrieve my files, but are gonna charge me $100 for it...I'm not so sure I'd do it. Sure, I've lost all those pictures, but the most recent ones, mainly from the past two years are all on my flickr account. So I be ok I guess.
So this is the second incident with my Mac Mini since March. I had the DVD drive replaced then. What gives? I will never disown Apple over these things because computer hardware fails sometimes. It just does. Good thing I will keep getting it fixed for another two years on Apple's dime.
I bet no one cares about my computer problems either. So I'll be sure and post updates.
I'm not sure how things are where you live, but from what I remember when living in Minnesota and in Texas, libraries and car mechanics were among the many places closed on Sundays. Well folks, I no longer have to get these things in on Saturday.
I haven't been to the library in years anyways...but I was at Borders last night and decided I was tired of spending money on books I intend to revisit over the years but only ever read once. So I decided to go to the library. The Orange County Public Library has dozens of locations throughout the county...with several open on Sunday. None of them are very big, but with their combined resources, you can pretty much get what you want. Only 25 cents to get a book from another branch! My first trip involved getting Gary Larson's The Complete Far Side: Volume 1 and the first Harry Potter book. I've been putting off reading about Harry for years, I decided it's finally time to see what all the fuss is about.
Whenever I've needed to get an oil change, I've always had to go on Saturdays. No wonder why that's the busiest day at the garage, that's when everyone goes. Well, some genius here, or maybe it's the never slow down mentality of OC, decided to keep the mechanics open on Sunday. I got my car in at 9am, walked home in 6 minutes, read the newspaper, ate breakfast, walked back to the shop, and had my car by about 10:15. Rock on.
One more thing...Apparently there are earthquakes every day in Southern California. Yeah, 38 all together this past week. They were all in the 2.0 range, which I guess you don't really feel. None were real close to me. I guess every week averages a couple dozen!! Who knew?
As a break in the monotony at the office yesterday, I decided to
a) see if I could list all 50 states from memory and, b) see how many I've been to.
Well, I did it. I remembered them all. Then I realized I hadn't been to as many as I thought. 30 of 50. That's 60% folks.
Some I may never have a reason to go to except if I get sent there on business. Sorry Idaho and Montana. Others, I have high on my list. I'd like to take a 10 day trip to Florida in 2008 or 2009 and see all the major sites/sights...mainly Miami and Orlando.
Then, when I have accrued three weeks vaca, I'd like to use 14 days to hit up New England.
Once those are out of the way, I need a Hawaii trip in there somewhere. Then comes international travel for the rest of my life.
Sound good? I actually would like to spend some 4 day weekends around this great state I now live in. Wine Country, the Bay Area, San Diego...plus, there are dozens upon dozens of things to still see in the LA/OC area.
Okay, okay...first things first. I need to get a couch.
When I say hot, I don't mean the Paris Hilton, "that's hot" type hot. I mean 113 degrees Fahrenheit hot. Like, HOT.
That would be the word to describe my week in Phoenix. That, and food. More precisely, overeating. Overall, the week went really well. I learned a lot; it wasn't nearly what I expected. Mainly in a good way. The days cruised by. We ate out twice a day. On the company's dime. You can't beat that.
I guess I don't have much else to say about that. It would be nice to give you some boring details, but I'm afraid that's not a possibility. All I know is that I am NOT looking forward to going back to Phoenix in August for another week. It's likely going to be monsoon season, which is awfully awful I hear.
Oh, I'd be remiss if I didn't give a shout out to my buddy Jay. He and I went out for dinner Wednesday night. Good stuff.
Seven more round-trips on Southwest and I get a free one! That's going to add up sooner rather than later.
After my second week of being a professional, I'm going on my first business trip. It wasn't really real sounding to me until this morning. I went to the bank to deposit my first check (!!!), and the teller (who was gorgeous, I might have to cancel my direct deposit) asked me what I had planned this weekend. I said, "well, I'm going to Phoenix on business all next week, so I'm just getting ready for that." It sounded silly to me. I'm going on a business trip? Okay. Sure.
I think it's going to be a good time. I'm going with other new guy, and two senior auditors. We're all in our 20s, so that's cool. We'll work from 8-530 or so and then have our nights to do whatever. When the sun goes down, it will still be a balmy 85 degrees every night. Not bad.
The best part is, my car will sit all week not using gas and my apartment will sit all week not using kilowatts! It will be my first time flying Southwest. We each get our own room at the Crowne Plaza. And I get more than enough per diem to satisfy my hunger. I even get to check a suitcase full of files from last years audit. How cool.
I picked up a garment bag from Goodwill this afternoon for $9.99. Samsonite. You can't beat that. Junky brands at Target were $30. Nice ones were $99. Take that!!
In other "news", I forgot how much I love the movie Sideways. One of my favorites. I don't add many favorites to the list very often. In fact, I'm trying to think of one since this 2004 release. One that I would watch with a smile. Hmm...
I've put my finger on why it doesn't feel like I've moved. It's because I don't feel like I'm new to the area. I knew where stuff was before I moved here. I'd been nearly a dozen times. That's why. Now I feel better.
After nearly two weeks in California, I finally went to the beach. At least to verify the Pacific Ocean's existence, and that I live 20 minutes from it. I went to the Red Bull Illume exhibit in Huntington Beach. From the website:
Red Bull Illume Image Quest 2006 is the first-ever international photography competition that celebrates the world of action and adventure sports. The spirit, the grit, the edgy perfection - that's what we're here to honor. The top 50 finalists will get their work exhibited in bigger-than-life outdoor venues across the globe, providing the most dramatic compilation of action and adventure sports images ever assembled.
Well, this one was ON the beach. It was so cool. And so cold. I left my apartment at around 7 so I could make it in time for the sunset on the ocean. Well, what's clear sky inland, can quickly turn to sea strata (I may have made that term up) on the coast. So yeah, the clouds covered the sun. It's what they call "June Gloom" around here. Anyways...downtown Huntington Beach is a lot of fun at night. Lots of people. Lots to see. I spent some time in a couple surf shops, and got myself a Jamba Juice and my first ever shot of wheat grass. Whoa!
By the time it was getting dark, I headed towards the exhibit. I didn't realize this was such a big deal. The line was LONG! Thankfully, I only waited about a half hour to get to the front. It wasn't bad. I had my Jamba Juice to drink. Did I mention since I'm the new guy and don' have much for friends, I went alone? Well, yeah, it's better than not going.
Once I got "inside", it was everything I hoped it would be. It took about an hour to get around the whole thing. You're basically in a line going around the circle, waiting for people to finish looking before you move to the next one. Good thing I'm a patient man.
I felt bad for the dumb-dumbs who think the beach is warm at night. It's not. It's colllld. It was probably still in the low 60s, but with that breeze, brrr.
Anyways, it was a good experience, and I'm glad I went. Now, here are my pictures.
The View from the Pier
It should be noted that I've never had a Red Bull in my life. Or any other energy drink, for that matter.
Well folks, I've completed my first two days on the job. I can't go into much detail, mainly because I've signed these confidentiality deals, and I definitely cannot mention the names of any of our clients. Not that you care. All you need to know is that my firm specializes in auditing post-secondary schools.
Things have been going very well. The people are really great and not as boring as the stereotypes may have you think. I mean, I don't think of myself as boring, and if I enjoy working with these people, they must not be either.
I got taken out to lunch yesterday. Well, the whole audit team did, seven of us. Good stuff. Most days I plan on coming home for lunch though. I get an hour, and after driving there and back I'll still have a solid 30 minutes at home to eat and watch Newsradio. Love that. Breaks up the day pretty well.
We're doing pretty monotonous, tedious work right now. What should I expect, right? Well, I was told that it gets a lot better. There's just not a lot to do right now. My first trip is June 18th. It will be for one week. In Phoenix!! I've been to Phoenix, or at least through it, three times since last fall. This will make four. I have a friend there, so I hope to see him one night. That's when we'll get to really do what auditors do. Fieldwork, baby!! I think I'm going back again later this summer.
January through March, I'm told, I'll be gone nearly every week on trips. That should be crazy but kind of cool. One of my supervisors told me that awhile back, he was gone for a week and was in a different city every day. He basically had to go and see if the schools actually existed that the client was claiming financials for. Kinda dumb, right? Well, these days, you have to check this stuff out because people can make it up. Boston, Virginia Beach, New York. Way to rack up the frequent flyer miles.
Anyways, it might take me awhile to get used to working again. It's been over two years since I last had a job. I know, sob sob. But, well. It's still an adjustment. Honestly, the most stressful part is figuring out what to wear every day. It's business casual, which I love. Most every other accountant in the country has to wear business professional to work, but California is different. Don't know why. Dudes wear Hawaiian shirts to work sometimes. I told someone that if I worked in Texas or Minnesota, I'd be wearing a suit. The response I got was, "Dude, this is California."
I don't really feel like I've even moved. It's kind of weird. I think it's because I haven't done anything really Californy yet. All my previous trips here, I've been to the ocean or gone to Los Angeles to do tourist stuff. I might have to go to the ocean this weekend just to get a reality check. I'm in California!!
It's pretty sad when it's taken me over four months and 86 movies to find another good movie since the last one. Well folks, you can't find the gems unless you go through the duds. The last really great movie I saw was back in January -- Joyeux Noël (2005). Today marked the end of my four month dry spell. The movie? Well, if I told you Emilio Estevez wrote and directed it, would you believe me? Neither would I. Well, the movie I watched was Bobby (2006) about the assassination of Robert Kennedy and the people who were in the room when it happened. It's actually not as depressing as it sounds because only the last ten minutes is the downer stuff. The rest is just...brilliant/genius/fantastic. I guess I shouldn't hype it too much. I just really enjoyed it.
In other news, for being a new customer with the electric company, I get the Los Angeles Times Sunday Edition for 52 weeks for $20. That's $0.39 an issue!! I'm pretty pumped. My first issue is supposed to come tomorrow. I hope it does.
I went to see Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End at the Block at Orange this afternoon. Orange isn't exactly close (it took me 30 minutes to get there), but I have AMC gift cards, and it was the nearest one. Don't ask me why. Orange County is overrun by Regal/Edwards, which is fine, but my gift cards don't agree wiht that. A new AMC is opening up this summer that's only about 10 minutes away tho. Problem solved.
As I was leaving the theatre, I noticed that you could sign up to test drive a Smart Car in the parking lot. All you had to do was sign a waiver. They are coming in 2008 I guess, and are very European, well, non USA looking. I'm sure I will see tons of them on the road around here because they are probably very green friendly. I thought about test driving one, but I guess I chickened out. Maybe if I wasn't there alone.
Here is an awesome picture Marc took on my camera phone at the picture house the other night:
◆ I am using my record player for the first time in 2 years tonight. I never had enough room for it in San Antonio. I'm rockin' the Beatles' Let it Be. A properly calibrated turntable and well taken care of records sound incredible. Mmm.
First off, why isn't there a Mister America pageant? Sure, I'd rather look at girls in bikinis than men, but I'm all about equal opportunities for the sexes.
Okay, so I moved in yesterday. I slept in my new apartment last night. I need more furniture. Going from a tiny dorm room to 709 square feet is like a move from a patio home to a...uhhh...larger patio home. You get the idea.
I've been spending the last two days getting stuff organized and all that. Really, it's not all that much, it just takes time. Especially because I take breaks here and there to check my vitals (e-mail, myspace, etc...).
Living in Mission Viejo so far has been like living in a small town. It's got 90 some thousand residents, but everything I need is literally within blocks. Ralph's supermarket is two. Blockbuster is four. I guess my bank is more like a mile and a half. Whoa. The best part is, my office is less than a ten minute drive. I don't even have to get on the freeway!! It's a good thing I'm going to be auditing all over the place not in the office a whole lot, though, or I could see myself not leaving Mission Viejo for weeks at a time. I don't even feel like I'm even in LA/OC because I don't have to use the freeway to go anywhere really. But hey, the nice thing is, San Diego is an hour to the south, Hollywood is 55 miles to the north, and Vegas is 4 hours to the west. Love that.
I'm going to be living without cable television for the first time in my life. Sure, I had about a 6 week stint back when I moved to Texas, before they equipped our rooms, but at least my rabbit ears worked. I tried the antenna last night and I got nothin. The only shows I'll really miss that can't be seen online is reality type stuff. I'll live. I'm hoping by the fall I can sign up for the poor-man's basic cable.
I start work on Monday. I'm a little nervous. I bought a 10-key calculator so I can practice and at least have that down when I start. Marc told me I should stop by the office tomorrow and let my boss know I'm moved and ready to start Monday and all that. I'll try and show up conveniently around lunch time...I'm still a poor college student at heart. I didn't tell y'all...our company's 15 year anniversary is this summer. Everyone is getting flown to Vegas on a Thursday and we're having a company dinner, being put up at the Bellagio for two nights and other tickles and grins. Yes!!
Okay, on to pictures of my apartment and stuff...
the view from my balcony
It should be noted that since it's low 70s most of the time, I won't have to use my a/c much. My wallet thanks me.
Well, I officially have an address in Orange County, California. Well, kind of officially. I still have to sign the lease on Tuesday, but for all intents and purposes, it's mine. I passed the credit check and all that business. I'd move in sooner, but yeah, it's not ready yet.
The first place Krysti and I went to yesterday was not good. The bathtub had rusty stains around the faucet and the lighting was awful and depressing. No way. It sort of bummed me out and had me thinking the day was going to be a bust. I figured that all the apartments we'd look at would be similarly yuck -- because they were in the same price range.
The second place we went to was only $40 more but 400% better. We drove in and it was already apparent that it was a lot nicer. More what I was expecting. Spacious (not cramped), large palm trees (my favorite), Spanish architecutre (yes!) -- the typical California look. When we saw inside of the unit, it was nice also. Even though the place was built in 1987, I couldn't tell. It smelled new inside and was just overall a nice place...it should be more than it is, although it's already a lot compared to most other states. California doesn't require that fridges be provided to renters, so I'm having to rent that, too. Kinda sucky, but better than buying one right now.
The best part is that I have a wrap-around patio with a view of the hills all full of houses and a nice view of the mountains in the background. I am going to love that. I will post pictures next week or something. Also, there's a man-made lake just down the street than I intend on walking or rollerblading around after work. It's 3.2 miles around. And free. Gym membership be damned!
I would point y'all to the website of the apartment complex, but I don't need any stalkers. I'll just tell you it's in Mission Viejo, 3 miles from work, and 1.5 to Saddleback Church.
That's all for now. I can't believe I'm going to be living in California next week. Dreams can come true. Now, I'm just going to be broke for awhile while as I adjust to the sticker shock of everything here.
So here it is...short and un-boring. I forgot to adjust some of my voice levels...the music is kind of loud and then when my voice comes on, a little quiet. Adjust accordingly...
Krysti and I went to Cirque du Soleil's presentation of the Beatles "Love" last night at the Mirage here in Las Vegas.
Whoa.
I had no idea what to expect, really. I even avoided seeing the trailer, so nothing would be spoiled for me. Oh boy, was it worth it. I can't even begin to explain it. Just so cool.
Of course they built a whole auditorium just for this show, because it's already been there a year and will probably be there several more. It took the place of Sigfried and Roy's show. It's probably the closest I will come to seeing the Beatles in concert. They used HD images on huge white curtains hanging all over. There are over 6000 speakers in the room...three in each headrest, too!
It started kinda of weird, but that's to be expected. As soon as the first real song kicked in and things really started to happen, I just was overcome with something. It was so awesome. My eyes welled up. I thought, I better not be like this the whole time or it's going to be hard to see.
A big shout out goes to my brolaw Marc for the hookups. He got us these $125 tickets for nothin'! I'm really excited to live only 4-ish hours from Vegas. There are so many shows here. There's four more Cirque shows in town...I would like to see the rest of them in the next couple of years. I told Marc he has a standing invitation to hook me up with tickets. My weekends are free indefinitely. I'd even go see Barry Mannilow.
Jerry Seinfeld is in town later this summer, Jay Leno is in town this weekend. Fun stuff.
What I loove about the idea of living in SoCal is that Los Angeles and Las Vegas are close and anything that's everything happening in entertainment comes to these cities. I dig that I'm going to be living where things are...happenin'. Ooooh!
You have to see a Cirque show before you die. Put it on the list.
I decided that since I need to be watching the budget over the next few months and the fact that I'll be living in California - I need sandals, I'd get the illustrious Faded Glory brand (?) from Wal-Mart. Only $8.96!!
I got them home and was tightening the strap on the buckle, when the poke-through-the-hole thing on the buckle broke. Just popped right off. Faded Glory is just a blip on my fashion radar. I'm done.
My brolaw Marc scored Krysti and I tickets to The Beatles' Love - Cirque Du Soleil show for Friday night at the Mirage. Apparently, it's the hotest ticket in town. I've never been to a Cirque show before, and I hear this is THE one to see. There are some perks for having a brolaw work for a resort in Vegas. Oooh yeah!
I arrived with my Dad in Las Vegas on Monday afternoon. I'm going to be staying here with my sister and brother-in-law for a couple of weeks until I can shop for apartments and find something to move in to. Memorial Day weekend is the target move date.
My car somehow made it through the desert and the mountains of NW Arizona and SE Nevada. It may be her last journey like that; I don't think she needs to go through it again. Mable was a dream, though. She got me West. Just a few more hours to travel.
We've been having problems setting up the wi-fi in this place, and I can't hardwire into the cable modem because of MAC address issues (and no, this is not the MAC as in Macintosh, unrelated). I've been using the neighbor's wi-fi when it's available and when the 6% signal strength can be picked up and held without dropping.
I've been putting together furniture and things and hope to finally relax some today or tomorrow. I have a lot of reading I want to get done, as well as DVD watching. I need to also find out from my work what the dress code is...because I'll need to buy some new clothes.
I intend on spending some time editing my graduation footage into a 2-3 minute video in the next week or so, also. We'll see if that happens.
On my list of things to do this week, my last week living in San Antonio, was to rotate my tires. I bought the bad boys last December. They took me to California and back lickety-split. I highly recommend Discount Tire Co./American Tire. They have inexpesive tires (Arazonian radials, anyone?) and free balance and rotations for the life of the tire. How exciting, right?
Anyways, I like to watch the tire guys work through the window, mainly because it displaces boredom. I never really understood how they balance tires, or even what it really meant. I had an idea in my mind. Well, seeing how they do it is nothing like I envisioned. They put the tire in this big incubator type thing, that spins it around and somehow decides which side needs more weight on it. And then they pound these metal weights on the rim. Who knew? Kind of interesting. While he was waiting to open up the balancer, the guy was twirling around his pounder tool (maybe it was a hammer) kind of like a drummer twirls his drumstick. Rock star? Not quite. Cool? Very.
These guys look like they have a good time, too. If I was in for a life of off-white collar work, I might think of that place. I wouldn't fit in, no, but they are always busy and I'm sure their work lives go by fast. What more can you ask for? Well, probably a lot, but a quick 9-5 day is a start.
On to another topic: Tom Green.
Most of you associate him with his show on MTV from way back when. If you ask someone on the street to describe Tom Green in one word, it would be "obnoxious" or possibly "annoying." I'd even go as far as to say "annoyingly obnoxious" or "obnoxiously annoying." Anyways...since he's been off of MTV and gotten over his brief marriage to Drew Barrymore (not bad for a dork from Canada), he's been kind of quiet.
I rediscovered him during the Winter Olympics in Torino, Italy in 2006. He was doing segments for the Tonight Show (yes, I know, I am one of the rare twentysomethings that thinks Jay Leno is funny). It was weird to see Tom Green not being the wild and crazy Tom Green. His humor was toned down quite a bit. Maybe just not as outrageous..or...disgusting. I think he's wonderful at just being a normal guy and interacting with locals.
Now he's doing his own show again. Live, on the internet, out of his living room. It's actually pretty groundbreaking; he's a pioneer of sorts. I haven't been able to really watch it much, because my internets at school are stinkier than the smell of breakfast. That's going to change soon, though. Recently, he's been traveling across Canada in an old Lincoln Continental, talking to locals and just doing his thing. He's been filming during the day and editing/uploading video at night. I think he got that idea from my road blogs, but I'm not going to spend months in litigation with that.
I'm really enjoying the more grown-up Tom Green. He said he wants to do some of his old antics while on this trip, just to get it out of his system. Like buying 12 cheese pizzas, lay them all out on the sidewalk and roll around in them saying "my bum is on the pizza" while people walk by with confused looks on their faces. I am all for that, just as long as it's not his main schtick.
It's kind of inspiring for me, too. I really enjoy taking my video camera on the road and being able to edit the video in my hotel room or whatever. I know I haven't done it much at all, except for my first "Get a Job" video blog, but I have ambitions to do so. It'd probably be easier if I had a video guy with me, and I could be on camera, but I gotta work with what I've got. I'm hoping I become less timid with my video capturing.
I had a guy scold me on Hollywood Blvd last August because he was performing an impromptu rap on the sidewalk and said I could only record if I paid him. This, of course, is not true. He has no legal right to tell me that. But I was a wuss and was afraid he would send his posse after me...who were all probably wearing those big "Cat and the Hat" type hats you buy at Six Flags, just like the one he was wearing.
One of my roommates cooked breakfast this morning. Like bacon and eggs or something. I hate the smell of breakfast. It wouldn't go away all day. And now, at midnight, he's making it again.
I move out in a week. It's great. It's hard for me to sit and concentrate when I'm watching teevee, though. I'm constantly thinking what I can put in the 3-4 boxes I have left, to maximize their use. I'm NOT going to buy boxes. I think it will work out.
I'm going to trash a lot of my kitchen stuff -
a) because it's nasty and, b) to conserve space.
I tried to pay my rent on Tuesday, but they told me I didn't owe anything for this month!! Yay! That will pay for my gas for the move!!
Until I had to get Mable's compressor fixed yesterday...for $870. It's okay though, it's like she's got a new set of lungs.
Today = more studying. My first final is tomorrow night at 5. Then one Monday, Thursday and Friday. I graduate Saturday at 1. I can almost taste it.
My Q-tips are almost gone (If you've been reading my blog for over a year, you know what I'm talking about)!!!
Yeah, it's true. This is going to be the most fascinating thing you ever read. I picked up some cheap-o beans from the supermarket the other day -- but wait, aren't all beans cheap? Yes. So nevermind that.
I was curious where they were made because who's heard of the brand Sun Vista before? I'm an avid bean buyer, and I haven't. Turns out, they were manufacuted by Faribault Foods in good 'ole Faribault, Minnesota...the town I happened to be born in and lived in until I was 11. SO COOL.
I only have two days of class left. Tomorrow and Tuesday, May 1st. Then it's finals time. My first one is Saturday the 5th at 5pm. Yes, my school is so ginormiousish that they have to hold finals on Saturday.
I've narrowed apartment choices in OC down to like a dozen or so. Hopefully, I can see my first choices on day one, and won't have to spend another day looking at them when I go out to tour them the end of May.
My sister Krysti is moving to the Vegas May 5th. This makes me happy. She will only be 4.5 hours from my front door. It will be nice to have family close to share the non-major holidays with.
My family is coming here for my graduation TWO WEEKS from tomorrow! This is really happening, apparently. Graduating college.
All you loyal readers are in for a bit of excitement the next several months. That is, if you get excited over my blogs. Graduating, moving, starting a new job, making new friends, adjusting to my new life as a boy in Orange County...I'm sure you can't hardly wait! I know I can't.
There is a downer to all of this, though. I'm leaving behind two of the best friends I've ever had. Although Tony already moved to Waco last January, at least he's been close enough to see if we wanted to (which we have once!). He was my first real friend here in town. I met him via his spouse Lindsay (they were engaged at the time) through our college ministry. We ended up hitting it off somehow and spent many times playing racquetball (I never beat him), smoking cigars, and watching "The O.C." and Spurs games. I'm going to miss him.
The second feller is Chris. I met him very randomly. He and his wife Erica were at our Life Group one night as part of an interview process to work with the college ministry. Well, that didn't work out, but we did. After that chance encounter, I didn't see him for several months. I knew that he worked at the Target by my chiropractor tho, so when I was over there once, I stopped in to pick up some Kraft Mayo®, and I ran into him. We exchanged numbers. Then we didn't talk for another month. Then we met up at Starbucks one night (the night of my being dumped, by the way). Slowly we started hanging our more and more, and now, after a year and a half, it's 2-3 sometimes 4-5 times a week.
In the past, you'd have to pull my teeth to get my to want to go out more than a couple times a week. Well, now I'd almost rather hang out with Chris than by myself, which is kind of weird for me. I'm used to being a homebody. I think it's because we enjoy doing the same things. I don't know why I didn't realize this before, but it helps to find friends that like to do the things that I like to do. Who knew?
Well, he's moving to Chicago on Monday, so I don't feel like I'm leaving him behind. We're both going our separate ways. I've never had a friend like that guy before.
With Tony and Chris both, they are the kind of friends that I'm certain I'll be buddies with as I grow old and my hair turns from white to whiter.
I'll probably reflect on my time here in San Antone in future blogs, but for now, I have to say...Although this wasn't exactly part of my plan to live here, it's worked out better than I could have imagined, and I would only trade it for a date with Rachel Bilson wouldn't trade it for anything.
So Sunday was a day of birthdays. My BFF Chris had his. My Grandpa Hellickson had his. And my nephew Titus had his as well. I wasn't there, but here are pictures from Grandpa and Titus' birthday bash:
Here's Grandpa shooting Titus' new rocket launcher:
Crazy thing is, we found an old photo from the archives of him from 1946 doing the same thing:
As you can see, he hasn't aged much over the years.
I thought my visit to the InkSell.com store would be just another visit to the ink store. The girl working there seemed to want to sell me more than ink. After she looked up my customer profile, she asked where my area code is from...and well that got the ball rolling. She was asking me all sorts of questions. Good thing people aren't busting down the doors at 1pm on a Monday to buy ink.
Too bad I'm moving, I just might have asked her out to coffee. That's right, I just might've.
I sort of feel like the girl at the dry cleaners is smitten with me, too. Everytime I go in there, which has been a lot this semester, she seems to fumble with things and be all smiley.
Or it may just be that I have stuff hanging out of my nose.
My Blockbuster online queue is up to around 195 movies and TV shows. It's daunting. It could be far more. I also have an Excel spreadsheet listing the mass of TV-on-DVD sets I intend on watching someday. When something new comes out, I add it to the Blockbuster queue or the Excel spreadsheet. The problem is, then it's at the bottom. It may take years to get to. That's not fair!
I've decided to use a random number generator to put me at ease. That way, everything has a fair chance of being selected. It's also unpredictable, which I kind of like in this case.
You might think I consume too much media if I have to go to these lengths. I'm not sure. Maybe so, but it's what I like to do with my free time.
I also like to have my 15,000 songs(it's taken me 10 years to reach this milestone) in iTunes on party shuffle. So sue me. In the car or walking to class, I usually only listen to albums. I keep it real sometimes.
In figuring out what to keep and throw away for the big move coming up, I am faced with a dilemma. I have 4-5 big Case Logic CD binders all filled up. Thing is, I haven't pulled them out since sometime in the winter of 2006. All of my music is on my hard drive. All of it is backed up on DVDs. What do I need to keep the CDs around for? I don't. But I think it would be a huge waste to chuck 'em. I suppose I will hang on to them to show the kids one day when they ask what a CD is.
I cleaned our microwave a couple of weeks ago and apparently got some 409 on the circuit board. Well, it wouldn't work for about 12 hours until it dried out. Then it was fine. Well, now it's not working again. I took it upon myself to go to Wal-Mart and get the cheapest microwave ever made. I've never bought one before, so I figured they'd be $75 or something. No! It was $43.88!! It could have been less because the cashier didn't bother coming around to my cart to scan it, she instead asked me how much it was. Me, being an ethical accountant (we didn't used to have to qualify that, by the way) told her $43.88. She had to type a description along with her price input. I don't normally like to use one person to make an assumption about the whole, but she typed in "macrowave."
On the way out, I noticed an advertisement for a new line of Diet Coke. I think it was called Diet Coke Life. And folks, soda drinkers now have an excuse to drink soda to their health. You see, this new Diet Coke has vitamins and minerals in it. Just what we need. I gotta hand it to Coca-Cola though, genius. Absolutely genius.
Well thank you! I officially accepted a job offer yesterday. I will be working as an auditor at an accounting firm in Lake Forest, California. For those of you not familiar with the area, Lake Forest is a planned community in south central Orange County, just south of Los Angeles. It was created in 1991. Weird, I am older than a city. And sad, that was the last time the Twins won a World Series. Lake Forest is ranked as one of the safest cities for its size (58,000) in the country. This means I don't have to lock my car or my apartment, right?
I am also officially excited. My dream of living in California has been years in the making, and it's finally going to happen!! I'm going to have grown up job!
I have six weeks until I graduate and nine or so until I start my job. Yessah!
LONDON - Keith Richards has acknowledged consuming a raft of illegal substances in his time, but this may top them all.
In comments published Tuesday, the 63-year-old Rolling Stones guitarist said he had snorted his father's ashes mixed with cocaine.
"The strangest thing I've tried to snort? My father. I snorted my father," Richards was quoted as saying by British music magazine NME.
"He was cremated and I couldn't resist grinding him up with a little bit of blow. My dad wouldn't have cared," he said. "... It went down pretty well, and I'm still alive."
I think this tops anything Ozzy has ever done, am I right? On another note, whoever keeps turning down the A/C as low as it can go overnight, need to stop.
Also, since we're on topic, is some of the best music yet to be discovered?
Chris and I went up to Austin yesterday just to do something different and get away from the Alamo. As most of you know, Austin, Texas has evolved into one of the hippest places in the country over the years. It's the self-proclaimed, "Live Music Capital of the World." It may be true. SXSW and the Austin City Limits music festival are there each year -- that's a pretty good start.
There isn't much going on in Austin on Friday afternoons. I'm sure into the evening, things pick up, but we weren't there for that. We walked by Emo's and Stubb's to see if any good bands were playing later that night, but we didn't really see anything interesting. I was, however, accosted (is that too strong a word?) by a supposed drifter.
Chris and I stopped on a corner to wait for the walk signal, and this fella who seemed kind of homeless (he had a good sun tan), started playing air guitar and singing. He started talking to us, and where could we go? The signal said "DON't WALK"!! Then, sure, Chris' phone rang. He did what anyone would do, he answered it. That left me all alone with this dude. He said he'd been drunk for two days. "Not today, but yesterday." He claimed to be a Marine, or an ex-Marine, I don't remember. He showed me some battle scars on his arms (no, not from needles). He said he was about to catch a Greyhound (remind me never to ride a Greyhound, ever) and needed another $3. "A cop already gave me $5." I thought to myself, "yeah, I bet he did. The only five he gave you was in seconds. As in, 'you got 5 seconds to get the hell out of here.'")
He then went on to try and prove that he wasn't homeless and wasn't going to use the money for booze. Mind you, he didn't say any of that. What he did say was, "look at my shoes, these are $200 leather shoes." I looked down, they did look nice. They looked kind of new, too. He said, "look at my shirt, this is a nice shirt." And it was. Nice being that it was new. I could tell because black tshirts can look old pretty quick. It looked as tho he had just pulled it right from the rack. I did notice he had a Sharpie marker clipped on the inside of his collar. I suppose that's a tool he needs when he partakes in arts & crafts and makes his "homeless" signs. This wasn't making sense to me. He had on a new shirt, new leather shoes, could afford to own an air guitar and also pay for the licensing fees to sing a classic rock song in public, but he had a marker for a "homeless" sign and needed $3 for the Greyhound. See, confusing, right?
Anyways, I claimed I had just used all my money to pay for parking. Which technically wasn't true. Chris did. But, I didn't think he accepted Visa, so that's all I could think to say. By the way, Chris is still on the phone at this point. He finally pulled me away and we went in another direction at the next intersection.
During all of this, I got the second compliment in as many weeks about how blue my eyes are. One from a front desk clerk girl at a hotel in Tucson, AZ, and now from a supposed homeless guy in Austin, TX. Before that, it'd been many months, maybe more than a year since someone complimented my eyes. I don't blame them, my eyes are very blue, and deep like the ocean. You should look sometime.
After we got rid of this guy, we went to a pub and got some beer. And Irish nachos. I don't know what made them Irish. Maybe the green jalapeños. Then we walked 8 blocks to the best record store in Austin, Waterloo. It was pretty great. They have listening stations with iPods in them. The iPods then have the 6-8 albums on them at that kiosk. Very cool. Chris bought an Elliott Smith tee. I bought a Waterloo Records tee (it will be cool to wear NOT in Texas) and a black tee that simply says "CASH" on it in block lettering. I've wanted that t-shirt for a couple years, but I didn't want to appear on the "Johnny Cash is dead so now it's cool to listen to him" trendy bandwagon thing. Now that that's over, I feel it okay to wear.
Our plan was to check out Will Ferrell's new movie, "Blades of Glory" at the Alamo Drafthouse (they serve you beer and you can order from a menu!) but it was sold out all night. We decided to just head back to San Antonio early and hit up the theatre there...we really were set on seeing that movie. We ended up buying tickets for the 1015 showing. We had 2+ more hours to kill.
I haven't been to Pei Wei (asian kitchin) for awhile, so yeah!! After we sat down and began eating, two girls came by, each put their fortune from their fortune cookies on our table, say "here!" and leave. Well, there were phone numbers and MySpace addresses written on them. I looked over towards the door as they were leaving and one of the girls was looking back, smiling. Chris and I were both like.."what the..."
Turns out one of them is 16 and the other is 18.
"Blades of Glory" was silly, ridiculous, but extremely funny. Not Ferrell's best, but definitely worth seeing.
It was a fun day. I'm going to miss hanging out with that guy. California is calling. I am moving outta Texas six weeks from tomorrow.
You'd think after having my car for four years, I would know how to honk the horn correctly. Well, I've always had a hard time finding the "sweet spot." Sometimes I feel like I'm about to sprain a finger after pushing the center of the steering wheel in feverish haste.
The other day, I inadvertently figured out where the horn likes to be pushed. I guess I was resting my hand on the steering wheel in a new and interesting way -- a way I'd never rested it before. I was sort of pushing a little bit, I guess, and the horn honked. It half scared me, I wasn't expecting it.
I always thought it should be easier to honk the horn in my car. At times I've even thought that since it was so hard to push that it might get stuck and my horn would be blaring until it wore out or something (there must be a fuse that can be removed?). Well, never fear. After hours upon hours of my fondling of the steering wheel, I found out how to use it in a different way.
The moral of the story is, just when you think you know, you really have no idea. This applies to more than just car horns. Yes.
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I just watched an old film for the first time ever, a classic. Kudos to anyone who can identify this line: "Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she had to walk into mine."
I woke up this morning to 46 new comments on my blog. Of course, they were all about wee-wee biggification. I don't understand this. Does someone actually see this spam and think, "oh, that sounds great! if it weren't for the spam in this comment I may have never thought of this!"
So now, if you want to post a comment, you need to verify you are a person. You'll see when you try it. It will ask you to enter a random alpha-numeric combination. It's one more step, but alas, it's necessary.
When I was a kid, specifically ages 12-16, I was way into sports. Watching sports, that is.
Almost anytime there was a live event on ESPN, ESPN2 (back when they called it "the deuce" and the "ESPN" was "espn2" and all xtreme sport-y), or basically any other network, I would be watching it. I stuck mainly to the four major pro sports and college sports. I knew everything about every player. I knew the names of all the stadiums and arenas they played in. It was really a lot of fun.
I remember coming home from playing baseball in 7th and 8th grade and watching the Stanley Cup Playoffs in the unfinished basement, in an old blue chair (probably from when my parents got married), in the dark. It was great.
I reminisce about this now as if it were something I will never have again. And that may be true.
As many of you know, the NCAA basketball tournament commenced last week. Some of you may know it as "The Big Dance" or "The Road to the Final Four." In the past, I would make it a goal to watch every single game that was televised. This often meant 3-4 games from when I got home from school to when I went to bed. On the weekends it was even more. I lived for it. As the great Dick Vitale says, "It was awesome, baby!" And it was.
I find it kind of sad that I can't reclaim that awesomeness anymore. I still enjoy watching sports, but since I don't watch very much, I don't know hardly any of the players, which makes it less enjoyable, which makes me want to watch it less. See how that works? It takes a lot of time and devotion to be into sports. Quite frankly, as I've grown up and really found out what it is that I like, music and film/TV have become more important ways for me to spend my leisure time.
I'd rather watch marathons of "Six Feet Under" or "24" than spend three hours watching a football game. It just seems like I get more out of it. I wish I could have it both ways. I wish I could relive a part of those innocent times, or at least escape to them from time to time. I don't see it happening.
One thing I look forward to doing now that was unrealistic back then, is to get season tickets to some pro sports team, preferably baseball. That's 81 home games for all of you keeping track. I think that would be the ultimate.
One thing I plan on continuing into my mid-middle age is to watch playoffs and championships and all that. So, we'll exclude the NCAA tournament, because that's just overkill for me. Bring on the NBA Finals, baby!!
Okay, so this is going to be my last daily, consecutive type post about getting a job. I will keep the day count going until I've accepted an offer, but I'm not going to post about it every day. There's no need to.
I left Tucson, AZ at 615AM PDT today and was back in San Antonio by 815PM CDT. Right on. It went by quick for the most part. I had a couple hours in the middle of the afternoon where I was totally spacing out. A Dew and some peanuts fixed that. I don't even want to total up my receipts for the trip. Ugh. At least I can - I think - write everything off for my 2007 taxes cause it was job related. I'll have to see.
Mable is a few hundred miles shy of the 280,000 mark. I don't know how she does it! I think she's officially entered her "Golden Years." She's had so many miles on the road, that now she just does it for the pure enjoyment of it. Sure, she's got some "arthritis" and other old age kind of stuff nagging her, but overall, she can still keep up with the best of 'em. Now, let's just hope she can pull a small U-Haul trailer behind her in a couple of months (she did it the summer of 2004 just fine).
I synced my iPod for the first time in a week...I listened to over 400 songs on it since I left for California last Saturday.Not bad. 151 just today. That's a lot.
Next up is making some follow-up calls to all the people I interviewed with this past week. I'm hoping to get some more offers so I can really pick what I want. Hoping.
I'm getting tired of doing these video monoblogues (I think I just coined a new term), so I'm pretty sure you're tired of watching them. I think I will reserve them for the more exciting things. I don't need to make a video to tell you how I had another interview today, and that I can't give you specifics, and all of that stuff.
It's been a pretty cool week. Going into it, I would have never thought I would get through it. But I have, tomorrow morning is my last one. I'm excited for it to be over, and I'm excited to see what's next. One things for sure, now I know how to conduct my future job searches, but I hope one won't need to be done for years. It's kind of exciting, but also a lot of work. Interviewing is draining. I've actually enjoyed the process, though. I wasn't even really nervous this morning, what's up with that? Shouldn't I be?
Being in Orange County all by my lonesome has been fun. I'm so familiar with the area that I can get around pretty well. I know where I like to go to eat, I know how to get everywhere I need to, and I know how to drive in the notorious L.A. traffic. Sure, it stinks when it's gridlocked, but it sure is fun when it's wide open and there's eight lanes to pretty much go as fast as you want to (and still get passed). It feels like a race car game or something. Love it.
I'm going to be realistic here and realize that there is a possibility that I won't get a job I want right now. If that happens, I do have a couple of other options, but I'm not really going to talk about them yet, because I'm hoping they won't need to be implemented.
I can't take another week of two-a-days.
Tomorrow night, I'll be in Tucson, AZ again. See you then.
Again, too tired to be on teevee. I'd actually rather it be finals week or something. This interviewing stuff is draining me. And I only had one today!! The accounting firm I interviewed with today was amazing. I'm really excited to see what comes of all of this in the next couple weeks!!
Since my dream of living in California began to develop back in 2003, it's hard to believe I'm finally making it a reality. I mean, I'm staying 2 blocks away from Disneyland, the street is lined with huge palm trees, the weather is perfect, and I am loving every minute of it.
The line at Subway last night at 830 took 30 minutes to get through. It's right by Disneyland, so..you know...stupid tourists. Oh wait, I can't say that yet. :)
One more interview tomorrow and one more Friday, then I'm outtie. It's cruising. As much as I'm enjoying myself, it'll be nice to get back to some normalcy.
I'm going to just do a normal old blog tonight. I'm way too tired to appear on tv right now. This daylight savings is killing me!
I had the first two of eight interviews today. They both went really well. One may not be a reality until after May. The other offered me a position already. I have until March 23rd to make a decision.
That certainly takes the pressure off of the rest of the week. Of course, I could just blow off the other six, but I think it's in my best interest to see what else is being offered out there.
I thought I'd have plenty of time to bust out some homework this week, but it already looks like I won't get to most of it. If every day goes by like today, all of my homework will have to be crammed into about two days right before class starts up again. Alright!!
It's 5:42AM on March the 10th. I'm just about to get in my car Mable and head out West. You see, I have eight job interviews this week over my spring break, It's beyond my wildest expectations.
My goal is to drive 12 hours to Tucson, AZ today. I plan on making video documentation of my trip.
Besides the fact that this semester, my final semester, is winding down, my household items I purchased when I moved in two years ago are showing their eagerness to move, too.
My $9.99 Wal-Mart lamp is starting to flicker. And it's not the lightbulb. The switch is wearing out.
My Honeywell fan that I bought to drown out all the roommate noise is starting to make sounds when I turn it on, and they don't go away for about 10 minutes.
Little do the lamp and the fan know that their new home won't fix their ailments. I haven't told them they will probably both be replaced in the near future.
After several years blogging with WordPress, I am switching back to Blogger. Google owns it now, so maybe they have big things intended for it. I was just getting tired of all the spam posted in my comments. I have over 70,000 comments for sex stuff, casinos, and home mortgages. I don't want those types of comments. I want comments from people I know!!
So here goes. This is a test run for now. There's no way to import my 600+ posts from WordPress, so I'm not sure what I'll do about that yet. I have to save them somehow. It's a part of my life.
