Monday, February 25, 2013
The stoned out of its gourd moon at the end of this Little Caesars clip www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgbTk
6N5kwM fills me with rage. But not enough to not grab some of their product when I went to see the Detroit Red Wings play Saturday night, the first time Iíve managed to do so in over a decade. To save on parking costs, I put my car in the Greektown casino structure, thinking I might walk the just over 1 mile to the Joe Louis Arena. As I exited the lot, a cold wind dictated I take the People Mover, Detroitís joke of a transit system, instead. It was the first time Iíd been on that thing since 1998, as far as I recall, and it sounds like a creaking old geezer of a system, brakes wheezing into each stop en route to the arena. I walked into the stadium a half hour before gametime, and decided to take a walk around, trying to recall which of the decorations had been in place back in 2002. JLA is outdated, as per todayís hockey arenas, with luxury boxes located only at the top of the seating, and no flashy scoreboards ringing the arena, but it felt nice to just watch a game without the whizbang graphics. Not to say Iíve seen much in the way of NHL hockey lately Ė the last NHL game I saw was in 2003, when I went down to Columbus, Ohio to interview for grad school on a weekend that just happened to have a Blue Jackets/Vancouver Canucks game on the Thursday, and Michigan-Ohio State showdowns on Friday and Saturday. Hey, they asked which weekend I wanted to visit, who was I to ignore a perfectly fortuitous calendar?
The Canucks won that game back in 2003, and they were the opposition for the Red Wings Sunday night. Even though they scored first, and led 3-2 after the first, they would not be victorious again. As I chomped my thoroughly mediocre Little Caesars pizza (some would claim that thatís the best Little Caesars pizza ever rises to, but I grew up on the stuff, and enjoy it just fine, more often than not), I had to be careful, as I kept having to jump up to celebrate Wings goals. Three times in the second, twice before Iíd disposed of the meal, the red light went on and Red Wings fans rejoiced. Thrice more in the third, and we left happy with an 8-3 victory, the exultant roar of ďSouth DetroitĒ as Journeyís ďDonít Stop BelievingĒ played late in the game still ringing in our ears.
I fully intended to ride the People Mover back to the casino stop, but the massive line at the ramp up to the platform decided that I would walk the distance, after all. I walked down the step in front of the Steve Yzerman entrance, uncertain if I was going the right way, but then I spied the Detroit River, and the glow of a whole different country on the far side, and I knew where I was. Had a momentís mirth thinking that Iíd have to pay one heck of a toll to get across the bridge, or through the tunnel nearer by, as I donít have a currently valid passport. I kept walking, going past the Detroit Princess (cool old riverboat www.detroitprincess.com ), strolling behind Hart Plaza, over the tunnel to Canada, arriving finally at the Renaissance Center. Turning left at that collection of cylinders, and walking a few blocks further on, I arrived back at the casino. Emboldened by the altered employment status, though I donít actually start for a couple of weeks, I played a few dollars I havenít earned yet. Fortune was with me, though, as the eveningís expenditures were swiftly won back (as in, hockey ticket plus gas plus food plus the $20 I tossed on the craps table, plus about 50 bucks more), and I left, not trusting the next player to do me any more favors.
I had a pretty decent Sunday, then. How about you?
Sunday, February 24, 2013
U2 with the title inspiration, from the Joshua Tree track, In God's Country.
Referring to the fact that I haven't exactly kept a normal sleep schedule while jobless. I'm insomniac way too often, even when I had somewhere to be at 9 AM, and when that was no longer a concern, well, ok, then, I'm sleeping my 7 or 8 hours, and if happens to be 4 am to 11 am, so what?
The rumored work hours are like 7-5. As in 7 AM. Right now, I don't acknowledge that 7 AM exists. Well, except on Tuesday, when I go play ultimate with those high schoolers. But the other 6 days of the week? And now, what have I gotten myself into? An alarm that'll probably have to be set for 5 AM? Yikes!
I suppose that's a payable price for rejoining the ranks of the employed. I think a decent portion of that first paycheck might be invested in stock in 5 hour energy, though.
Wogged 2 miles in 27:51 Friday night, 3 walk, 9 run, 2W, 7R, 3W. Not entirely sure why it was that slow, since the 16 laps jogging was a grater number than I've done to date.
I did 1.25 miles after pickleball Saturday morning, 16:52 total, 3W/6R/3W/3R. I was watching the clock, the first three walk laps happened in 4:30, so the subsequent mile came in at 12:22. And today, I was consciously jogging slowly.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
...and I might be enjoying its joke. Crazy, huh?
Still not counting chickens, mind you, but there be cracks in the shells.
The title refers to my War Nerve post (should have titled it that, but instead went with the "I look at my reflection and I see an enemy"). You know, the one from last Saturday, where my attitude was spitting out the lyrics of the Pantera song by that name, "F*** the world for all it's worth/every inch of planet earth/f*** myself, don't leave me out/don't get involved/don't corner me".
That's last Saturday. This is how this week went:
Monday, the 18th, I submitted resumes to two potential employers. One, I haven't heard anything from. The other, as stated on the resume submission web page, responded within one business day. The e-mailer asked me to let them know when NEXT WEEK I might be available to talk about stuff. I said, any time but Tuesday, referring to the 26th. On the afternoon of the 20th, the very next day, I get another e-mail, saying essentially, tight time lines, can you talk to someone today? I replied yes, and within a half hour, talked to someone from that company. That very night, I get a templated version of my resume back. with the kind of flowery language I'd never have come up with on my own. I add specific details and send it back the next (Thursday) morning. That day, I hear from them a couple of times, get to tweak the resume again (the document awaited in my Thursday blog), and I hear that their client was interested. On Friday, I'm talking to someone at the client site, hearing that they like what they see, and they'll make a decision early next week. Three or four hours later, an e-mail saying congrats.
Don't get me wrong, I'm happy. But my head's spinning a bit. I'm wondering whether or not I should have waited until the middle of next week to post this recap, just in case I wake up and it was all a dream (I suppose I could still change my mind, and you'd never know). But I seem to have a new e-mail address, and a couple of documents that I need to sign and send back to make things all official like.
The work itself is consulting on the software made by the company I used to work for. First time doing something of the sort, so I'm apprehensive and excited all at once. The place I got hired on to, a friend and former (and future!) co-worker is posted there, and he referred me. Now I've got to live up to whatever he said about me, too. No pressure there. Nope, none whatsoever. I might be buying the first 20 rounds or so.
One big concern of mine has to do with the fact that I'll be on the road, living out of a hotel 4-5 days a week. Wondering how that might affect the weight, and suspecting strongly that it won't help. As in ripe for disaster potential. I ain't going back to the 190/200/205+ ranges I've left behind, so I'll have to figure out some way of taking care of myself for as long as this particular adventure continues.
Friday, February 22, 2013
Before you call PETA on me, do take a look at this video:
Ok, maybe if birdy-cide makes you squeamish, maybe you better quit after the first 30 seconds, when life is still skittles and beer.
If you're a baseball fan, like myself, you might know why I'm posting a song that starts with the words, "Spring is here, spring is here" - today's the first game of spring training, and the Detroit Tigers start their quest to defend the American League crown, and maybe take that next step for the first time since 1984. Heck, even Cubs fans are probably feeling optimistic as the practice games begin, although I suspect theirs will be short lived..
I didn't get around to jumping on the bike last night, but I did do about 30 minutes of varied strength training, as per the blc's tnt dictates. Didn't fall off the exercise ball tonight, though 15 lb tricep pullups did threaten to pull me overboard. If the gym does happen tomorrow, I'll try to make it in the morning, see if anyone is around for pickleball. And if not, I run. And then when I'm done, Tigers baseball (not that I've checked whether that first game of preseason is even being televised. But hey, I'm in over the air radio broadcast range!).
The unemployment thing is certainly a drag. But I suspect there might be a thing or two, as GIRLALLIN commented on my previous post, that I might miss about the free time, whenever it does come to an end.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
I'm having a lazy week. Well, kind of. I mean, I made it to the gym Saturday, Monday and Tuesday. I meant to go this afternoon, but then had to wait by the phone for a call (or by my laptop for a document, but that's much less Hollywood), which didn't end up coming until 4:30 or so. And then I was hungry, and then I shouldn't exercise because my stomach will blow up if you play after eating, and then I got lazy. May or may not hop on the exercise bike later, leaning towards "not" at the moment, as I'm sitting on the floor next to the bed and wondering why not just jump in and snooze?
Tomorrow, surely, I'll wend my way gymward. Surely. Unless I need to wait for another call, of course. You'll have to excuse the crypticness (crypticity? Crypticality?). Maybe a story to tell next week, but no chickens are being counted, nor would they be counted if they existed. Whole different flock of chickens from yesterday blog comment, at any rate.
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