Oh shit, its about to get real in here.
As mentioned prior, Las Vegas was fun. Quite an experience, especially when youre technically supposed to be working.
God, fuck, its hot down here. It went from I love you humans! at 75 degrees to Fuck you in the dick! straight up to 110 degrees. The next car Im getting will not have black interior and will have tinted windows, I guaran-damn-tee it.
I was at work the other day and happened to glance at Twitter, seeing an update from the Dear Jack Foundation about working the non-profit area on the Warped Tour this year with 11:11am, and they were asking for volunteers to help. I followed a few links, filled out a quick questionnaire via e-mail and ten minutes later I was picked as the last volunteer in Phoenix! Im really excited to help them out; I have a particularly emotional connection to the Dear Jack Foundation (which I shall not disclose at this time, but it has to do with the last paragraph below no one is sick, by the way) and Im terribly happy to finally get to help them out more than just throwing money at them.
I looked up some flights to Boston and found out that we still fly a direct route there, which is excellent because it means I dont have to hub through Charlotte or Philadelphia. Both of those options are pretty much a no-go for non-rev travel. I really hope I can make it out there maybe this summer or early fall, but Im not counting on it. I need to make a trip home more, since I havent been back to Washington in about two years.
The last eight months have been incredible. I dont think Ive ever been happier, as stress-free, as content or as hopeful for the future as I am now. Its amazing to step back and see how much damage an unhappy and stressful job situation can do to a person. Not all the blame can be put on my old job, though. Ive made some incredible strides in my personal life in that time as well.
Dont fuck up now, son.
I was a teenage anarchist / Looking for a revolution / I had the style, I had the ambition / Read all the authors / I knew all the right slogans / There was no war but the class war / I was ready to set the world on fire
P.S. What the fuck is with the paragraph spacing in Word 2K7. Seriously!
As mentioned prior, Las Vegas was fun. Quite an experience, especially when youre technically supposed to be working.
God, fuck, its hot down here. It went from I love you humans! at 75 degrees to Fuck you in the dick! straight up to 110 degrees. The next car Im getting will not have black interior and will have tinted windows, I guaran-damn-tee it.
I was at work the other day and happened to glance at Twitter, seeing an update from the Dear Jack Foundation about working the non-profit area on the Warped Tour this year with 11:11am, and they were asking for volunteers to help. I followed a few links, filled out a quick questionnaire via e-mail and ten minutes later I was picked as the last volunteer in Phoenix! Im really excited to help them out; I have a particularly emotional connection to the Dear Jack Foundation (which I shall not disclose at this time, but it has to do with the last paragraph below no one is sick, by the way) and Im terribly happy to finally get to help them out more than just throwing money at them.
I looked up some flights to Boston and found out that we still fly a direct route there, which is excellent because it means I dont have to hub through Charlotte or Philadelphia. Both of those options are pretty much a no-go for non-rev travel. I really hope I can make it out there maybe this summer or early fall, but Im not counting on it. I need to make a trip home more, since I havent been back to Washington in about two years.
The last eight months have been incredible. I dont think Ive ever been happier, as stress-free, as content or as hopeful for the future as I am now. Its amazing to step back and see how much damage an unhappy and stressful job situation can do to a person. Not all the blame can be put on my old job, though. Ive made some incredible strides in my personal life in that time as well.
Dont fuck up now, son.
I was a teenage anarchist / Looking for a revolution / I had the style, I had the ambition / Read all the authors / I knew all the right slogans / There was no war but the class war / I was ready to set the world on fire
P.S. What the fuck is with the paragraph spacing in Word 2K7. Seriously!
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mistersatan:
Yeah, I know how you feel- I haven't volunteered anything in there since whatsisnuts asked about his video card error. Also, we should be charging money for that kinda shit.
herotozero:
You are quite welcome for the nightmares 