Rain, Rain, GO AWAY!:

Here is Pennsylvania... ever since I have gotten home... it has done nothing but rain. It truly bothers me! It seems to come at the most inconvenient times as well. I went to Dan's graduation party and stuff. It was cool to get to go hang out and have Josh cut things up with his amazing sarcarsm.

I do need to make an apology. I have not been blogging faithfully and have taken advantage of those of you who faithfully read. let me bring you up to speed:

I started working full time in the file room of the Susquehanna Valley Imaging office of Tristan Associates and as a film currier and odd jobs guy. If you had to name my position, I'd hafta to call it Stress Depleter. I am doing all the little jobs around the office that build up for everyone else which allows them to do exactly what their job is... minus the extra busy work. Plus my summer project is to rearrange / reorganize the filing system. I know that sounds like a drag, but I am actually having a lot of fun with that. I am able to be myself, too. I like that the most about the job.... aside from getting to work with Dad.. THAT is the bomb! He and I were driving to one of their other offices the other day, and we were just cuttin it up.

Anyway, so that is what I've been up to. It has pretty much been work, eat, sleep for me. I am doing well, in case any one was concerned. Oh yeah, and I'm writing a song... something that hasn't happened in a while.

So until next time, keep your stick on the ice and play safe.

Some Peoples? Grandparents:

As you all are well aware, I use my blog to vent many a frustration. As you may be able to guess, today's angst is brought to you by Senior Citizens with Drivers Licenses. I'm not saying that you can't drive if you're old or even anything against the elderly. Some of the sweetest people I know are elderly, like Wiedmaier for example ;) (J.K. Wiediez)

What I am saying is this: if you can not fit the dimension of your vehicle in your own parking spot, you shouldn't drive to any store.... stick to the country roads. This mild aggravation came today while journeying with Mom and the kids to the kids' home school evaluation and to Sam's Club. While at Sam's, we were attempting to pull through this spot and this gray Jeep Grand Mybotzu Monstrosity... some stupidly oriented vehicle or another not only whips into the parking spot.... Mom, being as wise as she is, backs up a bit to straighten out her parking job and the Mybotzu pulls half way into our spot!

As I watch with utter confusion and awe these two old ladies step out of the vehicle. I think I lost about half my salvation with the thoughts I had at that moment. I kept my mouth shut, but I wanted to say some not so nice things. Praise God that He is in control our my life and not me. It seriously made me mad. Not that we had any more right to a parking spot than another, but just the fact that they not only took the spot we were going for, but took half the one we had left!

The Best of What's Around:

Well my friends, the search is over. By this I mean that I have finally found a job. I should say this, my dad found me a job. He rocks socks! I will be basically the office odd jobs/ currier for Susquehanna Valley Imaging and making an amount per hour that is not too shabby! I know that it may not be the best attitude, but I had half a mind to write a letter to the company that was accessively unprofessional to me:

"Dear Respected Sir,

I would like to thank you for your time in interviewing me and also for giving me the opportunity to work with you. However, I enjoy stable employment and working with people of a higher standard. In response to your comment about MacDonald?s having a job opening, the only quarter pounder you'll see me flipping is my prime rib steak in celebration of my present employment at SVI. By the way, they treat their employees well.... without any gimmicks or deception."

Well, I will never send that letter and I don't hold any bitterness toward the company. But as for this job, I am going to have to work twice as hard because of my relationship to with the boss man. I am prepared to do so. I know that the quality of employees there is very high, so I don't think I have to worry about that a whole lot. I get to start tomorrow, so Dad is bringing me some of the SVI polo shirts so I can be identified by the doctors' offices as a Susquehanna Valley Imagine employee (ooo, I like the right of that).

So this means several things: I will not be selling kitchenware, I will not be cleaning up meat, I will not be a male dancer, and I certainly will not be shaving half my arm and run around the streets in a tu-tu. I will however listen to James Brown's "Get Up Offa That Thing" and proceed to get up off of that thing.