that's all

So.....this past weekend opened up the Summer Season with a bang that I'm sure was felt all the way to Cali and back.

Let's see......

I remember being at brunch with 15 amazing people and endless amounts of pitchers of alcohol....

I remember secret Long Islands at Jury's....

I remember three thermoboost...

I remember Jr's.....going there not really what happened there...

I remember being at lizard lounge and being a walking prostitute.....

And I remember eating like a fat girl that was just told that she didn't make the second round of auditions of "West Side Story".....

A link to someone else's blog will follow shortly, hold please while we connect you...Transferring

These things do 'appen

So......about a year and half ago I decided that I had enough of Pittsburgh and it's lackluster scene. I told myself that it was time for a change, not only in my life, but also in my career. I took a job with a company I knew little about and moved to a city that I had only remembered in drunken hazes. All in all, I have to say that my time here has been one of great exploration of myself and a city that I thought I would never be able to handle.

When I told my friends that I was moving to DC, a lot of them were like "good for you, but are you going to be ok there?" I would just smile and say "Sure, why not." That's when most of them would start telling me about the crime problem, the drugs and the cost of living, things that they thought I would have no clue on how to handle. So I guess in retrospect(I love that word) I never gave any of those things a second thought. If anything I thought I'm packing my bags and my bootleg car and taking my ass to DC, and things will only happen if they were meant to. In being honest with myself, I knew the only thing that I would miss out of everything would be the friends that I had come to make in Pittsburgh (there are things that I will never forget and probably never write about, until my bio comes out). So with only that thought I prepared myself for what was surely going to be a wild ride.
So now, I prepare myself to take on year two, and I can't wait. I have made some amazing friends here, people that I honestly don't think that I can live without. Every time something bad happens and I get into a disgusting funk, I'm reminded of how great my life truly is thru my friends and our amazing times. There was MLKSB '05 trip, a fierce walk-off, and countless nights of chaotic mishaps. And if year one was any test of how great things do 'appen, then I can't wait for year number 3.

The next big thing

So I've been thinking more and more about what I did. Quitting the job and all. There are some days when I think it was the best thing I've ever done in my life. Then there are others when I doubt everything I've done in my life. I know that what I did was done for a reason. In the short term I only see that reason as I needed time to take a step back and ask myself what the hell I was doing. But, maybe in the long run I'll never know what the real reason is.
The whole job thing is getting more and more frustrating with each day. I send a least one or two resumes a day out. So I've been out of work for four weeks so that about 50 some odd resumes out there floating around or sitting in someone's trash can. But what more can I do. I could be that crazy person and go knocking down people's doors, but I don't think they would like that too much. (that makes me think of that one movie when the guy sends in his videotape to some college then he doesn't get in so he goes to the school and acts all crazy-can't think of the title, but good movie none-the-less) Random thought
But sometimes that's how I feel.....

In the end I know that all I can do is keep on trucking.....complaining wont get me anywhere, but it sure does feel good.

Things that come and go

So the other day while watching TV a commercial for "Everybody Loves Raymond" came on. It was talking about how it was the last episode and that got me thinking about all the shows that I've seen come and go. I think the first one I remember was Silver Spoons, little Ricky Schroeder. Then there was Whose the Boss, I tell you what that Tony Danza was some looker back in the day. Then came Saved by the Bell, 90210, the Cosby's, A different world, Senfield, Sex and the City and a host of others. If our lives were measured in TV time, I would be way past ancient....I think that I would have lived multiple lives by now. Thank God there not.

When it rains it pours

So the weather outside has been just a metaphor of my life the past couple of days. It's cold, cloudy most of the day, and it keeps raining.
So I had this job interview last week and I kept telling myself not to get my hopes about this job. To make a long story short I had interviewed with four different people, four different times at this one company only to be told in the end that they didn't think that they were going to be able to offer me a job that was challenging enough for me-WHAT DOES THAT MEAN- I don't think that I asked to be president or anything major, but in the end I guess it wasn't meant to be. Now, I'm back to temping and hating it. It's not so much the temping that I hate, it's the whole "Hi, my name is Nick" part. I can't tell you how many people I've introduced myself to only to have them call me "the temp". Temping is a world all it's own. Made for people I think that want to find themselves while making money....but what are you suppose to do if you already know who you are.

Amazing

So last nite was the finale to "The Amazing Race"......words can not explain how amazing it was. If you don't watch the show I will spare you with my season recap and just say that you should really get in on this next season. It's pretty much the same plot as survivor, but instead of the whole voting thing, contestants are booted off the show for coming in last place during different missions.
The couple that won last nite, I don't have words for. During the entire Race, these people never once threw their morals and or values aside for the prize, $1 million. Instead they kept to them. Always willing to lend a helping hand, be it money, advice, or just wisdom. No even in the last minutes of last nites show when they were mere footsteps away from the prize, did they throw everything aside. Instead they begged complete strangers for a cab fare that they owed. Only after they paid did they round the final corner and claim a prize that was rightfully theirs. In a world that has grown so accustomed to letting the "bad guy" win in order to sell one more "coke" or one more "car", we got to see the "good guys" take their moment in the sun. Finally, and that moment was AMAZING

Job hunting

So I'm into my third week of no job and I have to tell you that I'm kind of over it.
I've been doing temp stuff and I have to say that I don't think that I can continue this. Everyday I pass homeless people on the street and I have to think about what is keeping me from their shoes...is it determination, needing to be someplace better, or is that I just want it more then they do. What is it that keeps these people homeless???
Yes, I know that a lot of homeless people are in their situation because of mental health issues. But what about those who say they lack the proper job skills and or education. What do you say about those people?? In the end I have to say that it comes down to choices. The choice to want a better life is there for everyone, but it's about making those choices that lead up to that better life that get us all
in the end.
If we choose not to wake up in the morning and go look for a job, but instead stay in bed and wake up at 3 in the afternoon and then complain about not having a job. If we choose to use drugs so much that we become addicted to them and let them control our lives, these are the choices that we make and have to make everyday in order to have that better life.
So I guess I'll choose to keep wanting, keep choosing,the better life.

I've been gone for a min.....

So I had to take a break for a bit there.....after posting a few entries I got some feedback that wasn't so great that made me think about why I'm really writing this blog. It was said that I pour my heart into my entries. Then the other day while watching the Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson, in his monologue....he made a comment, " Too all those people blogging, NO ONE CARES"....or something like that.

There is no real reason I've decided. It's not like I don't have anyone to talk to about things that go on in my life or anything like that. Actually I have some really amazing friends, who are always willing to listen and give their advice even when it's not asked for. The only reason I came up with during my brief time away, was that I do this so that maybe someone who reads this can say "exactly, I was thinking the same thing", or "that happened to me also." The feeling of knowing that we are not alone during some the hardest times in our lives, I think is one of the best feelings of all. To know that we are not the first nor the last to go thru unemployment, heartache, or even drunken times at strip clubs, makes everything a little easier to sallow at the end of the day before I close my eyes.
So to anyone who says that I pour my heart into this thing or to anyone like Craig Ferguson, who says no one cares.....to you I say........nothing at all, NO ONE CARES...