Hooray!

Well it's 9 PM, and not quite "tomorrow" yet, but I have the opportunity to write, and well, I'm gonna take it.

Chillax- yes it was one hell of a date. I'm sitting next to the Hot Almost Girlfriend right now, but she's now the Hot Pretty Much Perfect Girlfriend. This just goes to show that actually showering before dates pays off. What might have happened if I had blogged just a little longer, forsaken the shower, and rushed to my date grungy and with horrendous bedhead? The world may never know. And thank god, because I haven't been happier with anyone else in my life. Bonita, as I shall call her henceforth, will undoubtedly be the subject of many a future blog.

Plug- I go to take my passport photos tomorrow at Walgreen's, but first I have a date with the hairstylist. I've seen what botched passports look like (...) and I don't intend to offend.

Rake- In response to our hasty Facebook conversation. No. And thank god. But I was worried for a bit, and that's what I wanted to talk to you about. But it's all good now, so no need to fret.

Jaz- I've been absent recently, are you who I think you are? Methinks you might be the maternal half of our family's long time church-Dos lunch excursion companions. The quiet half.

Sandbox and Easel- I'm positively thrilled that you're now blogging. See my comments on yours, and I hope you'll remember to check mine every so often. Btw when's Dad gonna get a blog?

Dagromm- I haven't had the 98987539221224908 hours to spare that it will take to catch up on reading your blog, but when I do, I'll be sure to comment and join in the hilarity.

And with that, Good Night!

Much like my elusive relatives, I have decided to make a triumphant return to the blog world... tomorrow.

Must Hurry!

I can't post long, as I have a date in 25 minutes. And I still have to shower. And get dressed. And brush my teeth. Shit this better be quick.

Date: Girl I will call the HaG (Hot almost-girlfriend) and I met a month or two ago, and we had our first almost-date on Friday. We got smoothies and lemon bars, and had a really great time, and today we're going to lunch. Neither friday nor today were planned as dates, but the last one turned into one, so I dunno what to expect.

Work: Promotion is finalized, I am a Certified Manager (with a framed certificate to prove it), and resume my role tomorrow at my home store.

Home: Moved out of house with friends and in with boss. Yeah... I know.

Ok, must shower now. Wish me luck!

It's That Time Again!

Hooray, drum corps season has started!!!!

Opening weekend of DCI summer tour was this past weekend, with shows in Coon Rapids MN, Pleasant Hills CA, Annapolis MD, Stockton CA, Menomonie WI, and Pittsburgh PA. I've been looking at scores, and here's what I project for top 12:

1. SCV

2. Phantom Regiment

3. Blue Devils

4. Cavaliers

5. Bluecoats

6. Cadets

7. Carolina Crown

8. Blue Knights

9. Glassmen

10. Madison Scouts

11. Colts

12. Blue Stars

I'll try not to post too much about corps, but I'll post finals scores to compare with this list.

In other news, I started my Manager Certification Training class today. I sat in class for 5 hours, but it was really pretty awesome, and although I'm the youngest in my training class, I have the most managerial experience (and the most at my business too). We had to sign forms saying we wouldn't sell the secrets they tell us, and since I'm actually learning the secrets now, I took it a bit more seriously than the form I signed when I was hired.

And lastly I called this girl today. We've been doing things together recently, but never by ourselves. I feel like since my job has become a career, and I've moved out of my parent's house I should step up my personal life too, but it's harder than it should be. It took a good deal of psyching up to finally call her, and in the end I got her voicemail. It was my chance to be a man about it, and this is what I said

"Hey there, it's polio... um... just calling to say 'Hey'... oh and um...to see if you wanted to come out with us tonight... bye"

They call me Mr. Smooth.

Interview

The story of my interview, which took place Tuesday, begins at Macy's. I had been looking forward with nervous excitement to this for a while, but after a few weeks of mentally preparing myself for an interview in front of 25 people twice my age, I had only one base left to cover: fashion.

Last week I drove to work only to realize in the parking lot that I had forgotten shoes. This presented a problem, as I live an hour away from work, so I called my boss, told him I had had a "bathroom emergency," and ran to Shoe Carnival. I dashed through the aisles and found a pair of Diesel-esque brown suede shoes which I thought looked good, and bought them. My boss had no problem, and was relieved to find that I had not pooped in my pants.

With a good pair of shoes in hand, a pair of dark khaki pants, and socks, I went to Macy's to find the rest of my ensemble. Two of my close friends work in the jewelry department, so I started off by asking them for advice. My boss suggested a polo, so I stuck with that, but it took us about 2 hours to decide on what color would be best. 2 hours later we decided on... black.

By this time it was 8:30, and the mall closed at 9, so I scurried over to Express and picked out a black polo, went to the GAP to buy a kelly green T to wear underneath, and then went back to Macy's, since we'd decided that my pants were to dark, and I required a lighter khaki.

(Author's note: This reminds me of a date I went on Freshman year of college when I spent an hour and a half doing my nails, only to look at the clock and realize I had no time for a shower. Needless to say we did not go out again.)

I looked exceedingly dapper on the morning of the 5th, and came into the meeting with a professional smile and a strong shaking hand. We sat down at 7:30 to discuss business, beginning with reports and goals for next period, and went through our agenda with molasses-like speed. Perhaps it was the president of the company sitting to my left that made time pass so slowly, or maybe it was the amount of Squirt I had consumed coupled with my lack of undergarments that put me on edge, but by the time it was my turn to speak I could swear they had turned down the house lights and fixed a spot on me.

I was introduced by my manager, and then left alone at the head of the table. I took questions for about 15 minutes (only fifteen?!!? no way, it must have been 3,748,262,995), and was stopped halfway through by the president saying that he would just like to say that I was doing impressively well: I was looking everyone in the eye, standing tall and confident, and was giving well thought-out and to-the-point answers. Whew, my first breath in ages.

Afterwards, my boss talked with the payroll lady, and confirmed that my salaried position would begin the next day, talked with the head of training to confirm that I would begin the training class on June 18th, and then talked with me to confirm that I "f***ing killed it!"

To celebrate, I treated myself to something I've wanted to do for a while now, but hadn't taken the plunge: I got tatoos. Two to be exact. There are now two sets of eighth notes, one on each arm, with the left having crescent moons as note heads, and the right having flaming suns as heads. I go back in about 2 weeks to add a staff (treble clef on the right arm, bass on the left) that wraps around and under the big notes. If anyone's interested, I'll post pics when I get a camera working.