During my daily perusing of the internet in the span between when I finish my show and when I make the sad, pitiful trek upstairs to actually booth my show, I came across this article from this online satirical web site that I like to keep up-to-date on about how awesome it is to work at Google. So I wondered to myself after reading the article...how awesome is it to work at Google?
I really wish I never knew the answer to that question...because it's freaking awesome!!!
Last week was a week of disappointment in the job search area. Things started with a call from a recruiter who excitedly wanted to tell me about an opportunity available in my area with the company she works for. So after the routine sending my resume and it slipping her mind that we had a phone call scheduled to further discuss the opportunity the next day...I got turned down for the job I hadn't even really applied for. It's almost like she went out of her way to get my hopes riding high on a group of balloons before hurling a handful of glass shards into their midst sending my hopes plummeting back down to depths in which they consistently stay these days. Then it seemed like fate when I met some people from another company, who was "hiring" and seemed to be an almost unbelievably good opportunity...turns out of course it was unbelievably good. After emailing my new acquaintances my resume with the promise to pass it along with good recommendations...the email from hr came saying they were not currently hiring but would keep my resume on file in case they needed some extra paper to wipe their butts with.
To top it all off the hiring agency I met with has been giving me the runaround for the past month so things are naturally looking pretty bleak. And to make matters worse Google's employees get to eat meals prepared by 5 star chefs for free and can play ping pong at work. While I can't even enjoy things like benefits and the accruing of vacation days. Some people get all the luck right. Even looking at my friends who have so far been fairly successful while I struggle away not to hope I get into an incapacitating car accident every morning on my way to work.
But a wise man once said the stone won't grind itself...or something like that...so I guess I'll just sit here and grind away at my pathetic stone until something better comes along...or until Google somehow discovers my brilliance and gives me job. Option B...become the second barefoot bandit but with my own gimmick of course...like maybe the ass-less chap outlaw or something.
It's always good to have a plan B...or so I've been told.
So here's my message to Google...I'm ready to hired but I won't pose naked. You know where to find me and if you don't...just look me up on...well...google.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
World Cup Commentary:
2010...the year of the world cup. I can't remember when I've had so much anticipation building for one single sporting event. The olympics...eh...don't get me wrong I love the olympics, but I LOVE the world cup. My main problem with the olympics is that it's basically America dominating every year at most every event. The most exciting thing that happened in the olympics recently was when Aquaman's illegitimate son, Michael Phelps, completely dominated and won every swim event ever.
But the world cup is not only much more fascinating, but also is unpredictable. I mean of course you're going to see soccer giants Germany, Spain, France, Italy, Brazil and Portugal in every world cup, and I'll even put the Netherlands on that list because they play in those wooden shoes and have the audacity to wear really orange jerseys, which has nothing to do with their nation's flag, I mean those jerseys are really really orange.
And then there's the good ole USA! Us with our obnoxiously big hats and proud fans with out nuclear bombs and big sticks. We stand firm with our hands on our hearts and watch our team pull itself out of pickle after pickle. It's like watching a soap opera but in soccer form. There's betrayal, love, screwing up, redemption, screwing up some more, and you never know if we'll close the deal or not. And all the while we wear those ugly jerseys and wish the 85% of our country that doesn't watch soccer would...well...watch soccer.
The only problem is I've watched a few MLS soccer games and they are terrible, like high school soccer terrible. No flair, no shining moments, just run-and-kick-soccer that I was bad at in the 7th grade. Ok enough about that...
So back to the world cup...this year we've had upset after upset and seen the underdogs win so much that it it's becoming the thing to do. We've seen a team go on strike...who knew they could do that...I mean if I was a national hero and made tons of whatever-their-currency-is I'd probably complain about unfair conditions as well. Italy probably had the ugliest jerseys ever to be manufactured anywhere, I'd swear they have the mark of a bald forehead on the chest to mark the ultimate shut-the-heck-up in sports history.
Once again FIFA hasn't quite been able to nail down a good system in choosing refs who won't make monumental failures of themselves in the middle of the pitch. I mean besides the American in me dreaming deep-fryingg the ref of the Slovenia and dropping him into the mouth of that thing in Star Wars: Return of the Jedi that eats Bobba Fette in the desert, I have noticed more just plain bad calls than...well...the last world cup.
But I'd have to say besides seeing my mighty Yanks in the finals, which would be a sheer disgrace to the world of soccer after seeing them play for 4 games, I'm not sure I'd have it any other way. I know I already mentioned my love for the mighty van-Dutch, but the fact that both teams are world cup holding virgins just makes everything so much sweeter. At the end of the day, history will be made and one country will see their world cup dreams come true. So the only question I have is where can I buy enough really orange body paint for me and my buddies.
But the world cup is not only much more fascinating, but also is unpredictable. I mean of course you're going to see soccer giants Germany, Spain, France, Italy, Brazil and Portugal in every world cup, and I'll even put the Netherlands on that list because they play in those wooden shoes and have the audacity to wear really orange jerseys, which has nothing to do with their nation's flag, I mean those jerseys are really really orange.
And then there's the good ole USA! Us with our obnoxiously big hats and proud fans with out nuclear bombs and big sticks. We stand firm with our hands on our hearts and watch our team pull itself out of pickle after pickle. It's like watching a soap opera but in soccer form. There's betrayal, love, screwing up, redemption, screwing up some more, and you never know if we'll close the deal or not. And all the while we wear those ugly jerseys and wish the 85% of our country that doesn't watch soccer would...well...watch soccer.
The only problem is I've watched a few MLS soccer games and they are terrible, like high school soccer terrible. No flair, no shining moments, just run-and-kick-soccer that I was bad at in the 7th grade. Ok enough about that...
So back to the world cup...this year we've had upset after upset and seen the underdogs win so much that it it's becoming the thing to do. We've seen a team go on strike...who knew they could do that...I mean if I was a national hero and made tons of whatever-their-currency-is I'd probably complain about unfair conditions as well. Italy probably had the ugliest jerseys ever to be manufactured anywhere, I'd swear they have the mark of a bald forehead on the chest to mark the ultimate shut-the-heck-up in sports history.
Once again FIFA hasn't quite been able to nail down a good system in choosing refs who won't make monumental failures of themselves in the middle of the pitch. I mean besides the American in me dreaming deep-fryingg the ref of the Slovenia and dropping him into the mouth of that thing in Star Wars: Return of the Jedi that eats Bobba Fette in the desert, I have noticed more just plain bad calls than...well...the last world cup.
But I'd have to say besides seeing my mighty Yanks in the finals, which would be a sheer disgrace to the world of soccer after seeing them play for 4 games, I'm not sure I'd have it any other way. I know I already mentioned my love for the mighty van-Dutch, but the fact that both teams are world cup holding virgins just makes everything so much sweeter. At the end of the day, history will be made and one country will see their world cup dreams come true. So the only question I have is where can I buy enough really orange body paint for me and my buddies.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Realizations
So during my daily pity party I throw for myself where I try to get the crusty stuff out of my eyes, which I swear shouldn't even have time to dry in the 2 hour nap I take at night before work, I came to one very significant realization about why I don't like my job. Looking past the whole 3-in-the-morning-part-time-no-benefits-or-vacation-days thing I have figured out the secret to my dissatisfaction...ready?
Not quite huh?
Ok well here's a little more background then ...
So I really like to write and I used to think I would love to just sit around an do it all day. While all day aspect of that obviously isn't quite true I feel like I would still enjoy it ... wait a minute! That is sort of my job. I sit around and write what the anchors read during the news cast, and sometimes just take what the other producers write. So why in the everliving don't I like it you ask?
I wondered the same thing until this morning and then I realized that the writing I do is a cheap way to feed the beast that is the news. I feel like it takes me 2 minutes to write a news story, maybe more if I really try to put some oomph in it, and I have no room to put my personality in what I write.
I feel like all I'm doing to doing what I can to meet the deadline and then forget about it, instead of letting the creative juices flow through my finger-tips type of thing.
So I know you're asking yourself ... self ... what does all this mean?
It means, end of the day, I've still got it pretty good and the best part is I can do what I can to look for something where I won't get burnt out on one of my passions and trust that doors will open and opportunities will present themselves.
Oh and I side note ... the news is depressing which doesn't help my usually cheery, maybe slightly cynical, demeanor.
In closing ... ;) winky face
Not quite huh?
Ok well here's a little more background then ...
So I really like to write and I used to think I would love to just sit around an do it all day. While all day aspect of that obviously isn't quite true I feel like I would still enjoy it ... wait a minute! That is sort of my job. I sit around and write what the anchors read during the news cast, and sometimes just take what the other producers write. So why in the everliving don't I like it you ask?
I wondered the same thing until this morning and then I realized that the writing I do is a cheap way to feed the beast that is the news. I feel like it takes me 2 minutes to write a news story, maybe more if I really try to put some oomph in it, and I have no room to put my personality in what I write.
I feel like all I'm doing to doing what I can to meet the deadline and then forget about it, instead of letting the creative juices flow through my finger-tips type of thing.
So I know you're asking yourself ... self ... what does all this mean?
It means, end of the day, I've still got it pretty good and the best part is I can do what I can to look for something where I won't get burnt out on one of my passions and trust that doors will open and opportunities will present themselves.
Oh and I side note ... the news is depressing which doesn't help my usually cheery, maybe slightly cynical, demeanor.
In closing ... ;) winky face
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
My thoughts on LOST
The best word to describe my feelings after watching the LOST finale is ... wait for it ... satisfied. I have to admit I'm glad it's over but it was truly an incredible journey that successfully distracted me from reality and completely grasped my full attention both during the show as well as times after the show where I tried to sift through the ambiguity of it all for something concrete I could grab on to. For me, LOST did what every good story does and that's allow me to get absorbed in a different reality and rejuvenate a little, not focusing on the worries and problems that my own always seems to be so full of. Say what you will but the writers put me on the island and gave me a relationship with the characters, without all the sand in my pants and between my toes - I absolutely hate that by the way!
So with all that being said ... it's over. It's finally over and I'm so very glad it is. I still have questions but unfortunately there will never be answers to them and I'm ok with that. A lady said to me yesterday that she hated the ending and feels like she's wasted 6 years of her life, to which I respond, most certainly not madam! While you may not be satisfied with the way things turned out you can't sit here and tell me you didn't enjoy being lost! Sure it was emotionally draining at times, frustrating even, but still enjoyable and ... just plain fun! So the way this is going to go is I'm going to give my thoughts on the epic ending and then ask some questions that probably don't have answers. Ready ... ?
So the whole flash sideways thing just worked for some reason. I feel like it fit the rest of the show and paralleled the previous shows structure perfectly. Now with that being said I don't know why Desmond's job was to open everyone's eyes but he always seemed to be the sort of wise old hermit character so I guess it worked. Plus who doesn't like to see Ben get his ass handed to him. I get the whole reality created by the souls / spirits / memories of the survivors of the plane crash thing they were going for and how it wasn't necessarily reality but was real nonetheless. But if that's the case why was it different for some then rather if the plane had just landed normally rather than crashed on the island? Like why was Sawyer a cop now but Kate was still a felon? I did love how they later connected everyone before Desmond and Hugo ended up forcing everyone together. But I have to say I did like the reference to the previous love-quadrangle making Jack and Juliette ex's and putting Jack and Kate semi-together in the end, it needed to happen let's be honest. But poor David Shepard, he didn't really exist and he didn't even know it. I don't think they did well on developing his and Jack's relationship, it seemed like one day they were distant and awkward around each other and then the next episode they were inseparable. But all that doesn't take away from the final moments which were clutch! I mean man's best friend, laying down next to dying-Jack, then eye closing which perfectly wraps up the beginning eye opening scene...got em! I applaud that. And what would lost be without being mystic but I do think they made it a point not to step on any toes with the whole religious-esk ending. I mean if you're going spiritual then you have to realize when a group of people have different religions with conflicting ideas, then everyone can't win and someone has to be wrong. So maybe the statement was it doesn't really matter and if you're a good person then you'll get to the light...I don't know. But all-in-all after I sat and thought about it and read some other people's interpretations, I'll give all parties involved in LOST's creation an attaboy and a good-game.
So at the end I was satisfied. I didn't want them to explain it all because the name of the show still was LOST, I don't expect to be completely filled-in and I honestly don't want to. I don't want to know why Desmond could withstand electromagnetism and what the light actually was. I don't want to know why Jacob had magical powers or who built the temple, but there are things I think they could have answered. But that's up next. Final words I liked it and think think it was a very appropriate ending. Not wonderful or awe-inspiring, just appropriate.
Now to the unanswered questions...
Gimme something more with the numbers! I mean they were EVERYWHERE and were such an integral part just to kind of ignore them at the end. I mean they were completely dropped after Jack flipped his shit and smashed the mirrors. Someone ask freaking Jacob why he chose those dadgum numbers please!!!
Why polar bears Dharma? It's a tropical island. Even if your doing a test at least get a more regular bear!
Why could the island and sometimes it's inhabitants time travel? I think that part could have been completely left out and was just a way to further separate Jin and Sun. They never really dealt with it and I don't feel like when smokey and his boys installed the handy wheel in the side of the wall, it was intended for time travel.
Why can't everyone just be with their kids? I mean Jin never got to meet his freaking daughter for crying out loud!
Was the black smoke really Jacob's brother or was it just some evil on the island that could look like whoever had died? And since Jacob had killed his brother, which he shouldn't have been allowed to do anyways right?, was he just inhabiting his brother's body. And if they could hurt each other why didn't he just throw Jacob into a tree periodically if he was so pissed. I kind of feel like he got the short end of the stick there being murdered by his brother and betrayed by his mom and everything.
That's all I got for now. I'm sure I'll have some more questions and I'll be sure to write them here when I come up with them.
So with all that being said ... it's over. It's finally over and I'm so very glad it is. I still have questions but unfortunately there will never be answers to them and I'm ok with that. A lady said to me yesterday that she hated the ending and feels like she's wasted 6 years of her life, to which I respond, most certainly not madam! While you may not be satisfied with the way things turned out you can't sit here and tell me you didn't enjoy being lost! Sure it was emotionally draining at times, frustrating even, but still enjoyable and ... just plain fun! So the way this is going to go is I'm going to give my thoughts on the epic ending and then ask some questions that probably don't have answers. Ready ... ?
So the whole flash sideways thing just worked for some reason. I feel like it fit the rest of the show and paralleled the previous shows structure perfectly. Now with that being said I don't know why Desmond's job was to open everyone's eyes but he always seemed to be the sort of wise old hermit character so I guess it worked. Plus who doesn't like to see Ben get his ass handed to him. I get the whole reality created by the souls / spirits / memories of the survivors of the plane crash thing they were going for and how it wasn't necessarily reality but was real nonetheless. But if that's the case why was it different for some then rather if the plane had just landed normally rather than crashed on the island? Like why was Sawyer a cop now but Kate was still a felon? I did love how they later connected everyone before Desmond and Hugo ended up forcing everyone together. But I have to say I did like the reference to the previous love-quadrangle making Jack and Juliette ex's and putting Jack and Kate semi-together in the end, it needed to happen let's be honest. But poor David Shepard, he didn't really exist and he didn't even know it. I don't think they did well on developing his and Jack's relationship, it seemed like one day they were distant and awkward around each other and then the next episode they were inseparable. But all that doesn't take away from the final moments which were clutch! I mean man's best friend, laying down next to dying-Jack, then eye closing which perfectly wraps up the beginning eye opening scene...got em! I applaud that. And what would lost be without being mystic but I do think they made it a point not to step on any toes with the whole religious-esk ending. I mean if you're going spiritual then you have to realize when a group of people have different religions with conflicting ideas, then everyone can't win and someone has to be wrong. So maybe the statement was it doesn't really matter and if you're a good person then you'll get to the light...I don't know. But all-in-all after I sat and thought about it and read some other people's interpretations, I'll give all parties involved in LOST's creation an attaboy and a good-game.
So at the end I was satisfied. I didn't want them to explain it all because the name of the show still was LOST, I don't expect to be completely filled-in and I honestly don't want to. I don't want to know why Desmond could withstand electromagnetism and what the light actually was. I don't want to know why Jacob had magical powers or who built the temple, but there are things I think they could have answered. But that's up next. Final words I liked it and think think it was a very appropriate ending. Not wonderful or awe-inspiring, just appropriate.
Now to the unanswered questions...
Gimme something more with the numbers! I mean they were EVERYWHERE and were such an integral part just to kind of ignore them at the end. I mean they were completely dropped after Jack flipped his shit and smashed the mirrors. Someone ask freaking Jacob why he chose those dadgum numbers please!!!
Why polar bears Dharma? It's a tropical island. Even if your doing a test at least get a more regular bear!
Why could the island and sometimes it's inhabitants time travel? I think that part could have been completely left out and was just a way to further separate Jin and Sun. They never really dealt with it and I don't feel like when smokey and his boys installed the handy wheel in the side of the wall, it was intended for time travel.
Why can't everyone just be with their kids? I mean Jin never got to meet his freaking daughter for crying out loud!
Was the black smoke really Jacob's brother or was it just some evil on the island that could look like whoever had died? And since Jacob had killed his brother, which he shouldn't have been allowed to do anyways right?, was he just inhabiting his brother's body. And if they could hurt each other why didn't he just throw Jacob into a tree periodically if he was so pissed. I kind of feel like he got the short end of the stick there being murdered by his brother and betrayed by his mom and everything.
That's all I got for now. I'm sure I'll have some more questions and I'll be sure to write them here when I come up with them.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
The life and times of David Awalt the Great
So it's graduation season ... yep ... it's been almost exactly a year since I accepted Dan Reneau's congrats along with that much coveted diploma. So naturally I've been reflecting on my life since that fateful day and I feel like this past year has been slightly nuts.
I mean a lot has happened in my life since the beginning of last summer, which was slow and boring enough to make me think the year would follow suit. Then the restlessness set in and it felt like I just couldn't sit still anymore, so I ran away.
I ended up making my way to Austin, which is when things seemed to really hit the proverbial fan. Even though I had run away from it all, everything just seemed to catch right back up to me. Through a lot of hurt and frustration, some of which still exists today, some friendships were truly tested and the ones that had ever been worth anything withstood the trials. Others just faded into the drama and chaos surrounding my life. Friendships I had thought were solid enough turned out to not be what I thought, which actually turned out to be an eye-opener about the time and effort I had put into things so temporary. This opening led to a spectrum of emotions that I am still going through.
But Austin itself also gave me a little insight into what the real world was actually like outside the little bubble that is college and even the little town of Ruston. I loved my time there and don't regret anything about it because at the end of the day I can say I tried, and while it might not seem like much ... it really is something.
And everyday I feel like I'm learning more about people's priorities in the workplace and in everyday life. As I struggle to make end's meat over a job that I'm not that fond of, I can't help but feel bitter and taken advantage of. I am forced to focus on things I've never wanted to worry about, like not having health insurance and making sure I have enough saved to pay back my monthly student loan payments.
So here's my advice ... the real world is tough and don't underestimate it. But it's a necessary step for everyone to take, when they're ready. just be prepared to learn a lot about yourself and what's important to you. So to all my friends who've stuck with me and value what we have above the things that could have gotten in the way, I owe you all a high-five and a good-game. To the others ... have fun growing up.
With all of that being said I have no regrets and I'm still excited to see how this turns out. Life's an adventure and I'm just getting started. So I'll face the second star to the right and do my best to fly straight on till morning.
I mean a lot has happened in my life since the beginning of last summer, which was slow and boring enough to make me think the year would follow suit. Then the restlessness set in and it felt like I just couldn't sit still anymore, so I ran away.
I ended up making my way to Austin, which is when things seemed to really hit the proverbial fan. Even though I had run away from it all, everything just seemed to catch right back up to me. Through a lot of hurt and frustration, some of which still exists today, some friendships were truly tested and the ones that had ever been worth anything withstood the trials. Others just faded into the drama and chaos surrounding my life. Friendships I had thought were solid enough turned out to not be what I thought, which actually turned out to be an eye-opener about the time and effort I had put into things so temporary. This opening led to a spectrum of emotions that I am still going through.
But Austin itself also gave me a little insight into what the real world was actually like outside the little bubble that is college and even the little town of Ruston. I loved my time there and don't regret anything about it because at the end of the day I can say I tried, and while it might not seem like much ... it really is something.
And everyday I feel like I'm learning more about people's priorities in the workplace and in everyday life. As I struggle to make end's meat over a job that I'm not that fond of, I can't help but feel bitter and taken advantage of. I am forced to focus on things I've never wanted to worry about, like not having health insurance and making sure I have enough saved to pay back my monthly student loan payments.
So here's my advice ... the real world is tough and don't underestimate it. But it's a necessary step for everyone to take, when they're ready. just be prepared to learn a lot about yourself and what's important to you. So to all my friends who've stuck with me and value what we have above the things that could have gotten in the way, I owe you all a high-five and a good-game. To the others ... have fun growing up.
With all of that being said I have no regrets and I'm still excited to see how this turns out. Life's an adventure and I'm just getting started. So I'll face the second star to the right and do my best to fly straight on till morning.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Broadcasting...sheesh
So if you would have told me when I was 7 that I would have no clue what I wanted to do when I "grew up" I would have literally scoffed at you...that's right...a full-fledged scoff. Well scoff away past-David because I have no clue what I want to do, but I'm pretty sure it has nothing to do with broadcasting.
Early, early mornings on weekends put me in bed around 8 starting Wednesday night, which does wonders for my social life. Now I realize the concept of working your way up in the industry but this job is just a transitional, get-experience-under-your-belt type of job rather than a pursuit of a career. So where's the point that it becomes worth it to just say, "ef it!" I'd rather be miserable at work and have my nights and weekends free to pursue my social life than be miserable at work and not have my nights and weekends free to pursue my social life?
So as of 5:18am on Thursday, May 6, 2010...my plan is to (drumrole...drumrole)...I have no idea!
Gotcha!
But really I think if I'm still doing this stupid shift in 6 months, am addicted to over-the-counter pain-reliever pills with a PM attached to the end and am in serious need of a new kidney but still don't have health insurance ... I think I'll become a teacher. Hey good benefits and summers off right?!?
At the risk of sounding like I'm complaining too much I'll say that I do like being on the up-and-up of what's going on in the world and in the Arklatex...that last one was kind of a joke...and I do like dreaming about being part of the face-change of local news.
But the hours are bad and the pay is low, two major major cons against this lovely industry, but every once in a while something will happen that makes it all seem worth it.
the other day we had a meeting for work in which we discussed revolutionizing the news industry and my mind started racing. I got legitimately excited about the things I could do to change the industry but then got a crash of reality as I realized that my position as a weekend morning producer wouldn't allow me to creatively produce the content that I dream of producing. I really do think I would like this job if it didn't start at 3 in the morning on weekends and completely ruin any chance I had of spending some quality time with my buddies and lovely girl friend, but I am filling a need so I guess the lesson here is suck it up and take it like a man David.
So during my time writing this I have come to the conclusion that I'll do this as long as I can take it and if I really start to see my life and general mood suffer then I'll make sure my priorities are right. If everything seems to be in line but I still hate everything...then maybe it'll be time for a change. But for now let's just take things as they come and maybe I can figure out a way to sleep and have a social life, not one or the other.
In close if I ever saw my 7-year-old self scoffing at me I would politely punch him in the face and tell myself to get ready to face reality cause it's truly a bitch.
Early, early mornings on weekends put me in bed around 8 starting Wednesday night, which does wonders for my social life. Now I realize the concept of working your way up in the industry but this job is just a transitional, get-experience-under-your-belt type of job rather than a pursuit of a career. So where's the point that it becomes worth it to just say, "ef it!" I'd rather be miserable at work and have my nights and weekends free to pursue my social life than be miserable at work and not have my nights and weekends free to pursue my social life?
So as of 5:18am on Thursday, May 6, 2010...my plan is to (drumrole...drumrole)...I have no idea!
Gotcha!
But really I think if I'm still doing this stupid shift in 6 months, am addicted to over-the-counter pain-reliever pills with a PM attached to the end and am in serious need of a new kidney but still don't have health insurance ... I think I'll become a teacher. Hey good benefits and summers off right?!?
At the risk of sounding like I'm complaining too much I'll say that I do like being on the up-and-up of what's going on in the world and in the Arklatex...that last one was kind of a joke...and I do like dreaming about being part of the face-change of local news.
But the hours are bad and the pay is low, two major major cons against this lovely industry, but every once in a while something will happen that makes it all seem worth it.
the other day we had a meeting for work in which we discussed revolutionizing the news industry and my mind started racing. I got legitimately excited about the things I could do to change the industry but then got a crash of reality as I realized that my position as a weekend morning producer wouldn't allow me to creatively produce the content that I dream of producing. I really do think I would like this job if it didn't start at 3 in the morning on weekends and completely ruin any chance I had of spending some quality time with my buddies and lovely girl friend, but I am filling a need so I guess the lesson here is suck it up and take it like a man David.
So during my time writing this I have come to the conclusion that I'll do this as long as I can take it and if I really start to see my life and general mood suffer then I'll make sure my priorities are right. If everything seems to be in line but I still hate everything...then maybe it'll be time for a change. But for now let's just take things as they come and maybe I can figure out a way to sleep and have a social life, not one or the other.
In close if I ever saw my 7-year-old self scoffing at me I would politely punch him in the face and tell myself to get ready to face reality cause it's truly a bitch.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
The Green Machine
So in an effort to become more environmentally conscious I've decided to start riding my bike to work. A 3 mile ride in the cool morning air ought to do me some good right?...right? Well what I planned on being a nice and easy ride to work turned out to not be so nice and easy. While the morning air is relatively cool, I still worked up a pretty good sweat while I was huffing and puffing my way down the back streets. What is usually a 5 minute drive has become a 15 minute bike ride, which actually does seem to make a difference in my sleep schedule. It also puts a huge hindrance on my lunch break, not really allowing for 30 extra minutes to ride home and back, I either have to pack my lunch in the mornings or else eat somewhere around where I work, an option I realized today I can't really afford. So there are some main disadvantages to hoping on the trusty steed and pedaling my out of shape self to the news station, but there are definitely some good points. For one thing I guess I'm saving money. While it's true that my car doesn't use that much gas in the 3 miles to work, it still feels like I'm joining the fight to make a difference. And I also get in some much-needed cardio before and after I sit at a desk all day. So that's my start to bettering our planet.
Friday, April 2, 2010
Oh the way things turn out
So we'll skip all the it's been so long, and I've been so busy lately stuff and just say hello.
As I jump into this game of trying to impress people at my new job with fresh ideas and a drive to succeed I've begun thinking is this industry really worth all that I'll need to put into it. Yea it's a job which, trust me, I am thankful for, but is it worth the stress and the emotional pain and frustration that it's probably going to bring. I say this having just finished my first week up here and people apparently love it here. But they all seem to have this passion and drive for the news, something which I lack. I would love to change it in a way that makes it more appealing and web-based rather than just depressing stories watched on a less-than-clear broadcast. But this job guarantees good experience and a day that promises to never be the same from day-to-day. Well the work will be the same but the topics and issues won't be. I'll hopefully get the chance to write and already have a little bit, but right now it's just tuning out radio scanners the noise of the newsroom. I've still got my dreams but those are on hold right now as I try to get some experience under my belt so one day I might can pursue those dreams. So for now I'll deal with the undetermined schedule and potentially horrible hours and pretend that my dream is to be an investigative reporter. I'll build some furniture, my new hobby, and move out of my parents' house in a month. So wish me luck...
As I jump into this game of trying to impress people at my new job with fresh ideas and a drive to succeed I've begun thinking is this industry really worth all that I'll need to put into it. Yea it's a job which, trust me, I am thankful for, but is it worth the stress and the emotional pain and frustration that it's probably going to bring. I say this having just finished my first week up here and people apparently love it here. But they all seem to have this passion and drive for the news, something which I lack. I would love to change it in a way that makes it more appealing and web-based rather than just depressing stories watched on a less-than-clear broadcast. But this job guarantees good experience and a day that promises to never be the same from day-to-day. Well the work will be the same but the topics and issues won't be. I'll hopefully get the chance to write and already have a little bit, but right now it's just tuning out radio scanners the noise of the newsroom. I've still got my dreams but those are on hold right now as I try to get some experience under my belt so one day I might can pursue those dreams. So for now I'll deal with the undetermined schedule and potentially horrible hours and pretend that my dream is to be an investigative reporter. I'll build some furniture, my new hobby, and move out of my parents' house in a month. So wish me luck...
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Hey look over there!
I think like everyone else in the entire world it is easy to let distractions distract ones self from the task at hand and consume one's time and thoughts, hence the definition being: a thing that prevents one from giving full attention to something else. But in my state of job-hunting and slowly watching my meager bank account deplete even more, these distractions are almost a bliss to me, my own escape into something undaunting and just plain unimportant. Especially in a time where every decision seems life or death, every action must be judged, and every minute is priceless, it is my glimpse of heaven when I let my mind wander and escape into something so consuming. A good, thorough distraction is sometimes hard to come by though. These days its starting to become harder and harder to completely loose sight of the thought of potential failure that seems to have its jaws locked around the hem of my slacks. It used to be easier to ignore because it started as a small dog, something of the toy variety and has since grown into something like a terrier. I can feel it starting to achieve pit bullish status and I can honestly say I am a little bit afraid. But I guess putting your hope into something so fleeting and flimsy is never a good idea. So focus is going to be my key word today, this week, this month, and this year. Focus on the task at hand, not a distraction. And when I feel these distractions coming on I'll just show them the ferocious rottweiler that will soon be growling at my ankles and it'll turn tail and run.
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