Happy-ish Thanksgiving

Well, it's that time of year again. Thanksgiving is without a doubt my 2nd favorite holiday, the obvious first being Christmas, and for good reason. I love cooking and food, and most of all family, and usually they all come together. With the exception of this year.

For the second year in a row I am working Thanksgiving, albeit a different shift at a different job. Last year I worked day shift at the Movie Gallery in AJ. This year I work the night (or evening) shift at the Marriott. So I miss the big family dinner. (pouts)

Of course that doesn't mean it's a total loss. I work with a lot of cool people and the ones here with me tonight (yes, I'm typing this at work) are most likely going to try to make this a good day regardless. Of course, most of them got to see their families already. Nonetheless, some serious Monopoly playing will ensue if I get the opportunity to sneak off to get my board.

At any rate, a happy Thanksgiving to all of you. Hope all is well and that you don't get indigestion too bad. Remember: fish are friends, not food, but TURKEY is fair game!

Are you getting excited?

Well, the time is rapidly approaching. October is actually a pretty busy month for me, especially this year. This Sunday, October 1st, is my birthday. October 18th is Matt B's birthday. October 21st I get married, and then of course I have the honeymoon, finally Halloween. Anyone who knows me can probably guess why I love Halloween.


So yeah, people are endlessly asking me if I am excited about the whole getting married thing. You know, in three weeks from tomorrow. So, for the record, yes. I'm excited. Very much so. And yes, I am really nervous. Both are because of just how BIG this decision is. I've already picked the person I will be spending the rest of my hopefully long and happy life with. That's not in any way a small thing.


I am definitely pretty psyched though. Seriously. Just don't ask me about children yet, or I might faint. (shivers run down spine) Yes, I want kids. Just not now. Or next year. Maybe not even the year after. But when it happens, it happens, I guess. Conversely, I don't want to be using a walker to play catch with my sons, so it's sort of a not now, but not too much later situation.


Seriously though, all is well in my little world at the moment, and I really can't complain. Still don't get to see Abigail enough, but hopefully that will change pretty soon. :) Shout out to my homies, if I haven't been seeing you, then rest assured that you are missed.


In closing, certain male people in my wedding had better go get fitted tomorrow or else. Um...I don't know what exactly will happen to you if you don't, but be forewarned that it will not be good for you. Oh yes. Very much so...er, not so...good. Not so good. (nods)

Once again I am gainfully employed

In the span of three days I had three interviews with the Marriott hotel in downtown Mesa. Skylonians will know it,it; it's next to where we had Prom. It took a few days to track down all of my references for some reason, so I didn't actually get the job until last Tuesday.

I did two days of watching 5 hours of DVD's on how to be a good employee. And yes, they were as cheesy as you can imagine.I got my first paycheck yesterday for those two days of work last week. I basically made more in those two days than in a week at Movie Gallery, so yeah. I win.

It's the first job I've ever had that had benefits, as well, and that includes the bank. What's nifty is that I will have my benefits in approximately three months, which was when I was hoping to be ready to move out anyway. That would be sweet.

Yes, I am still alive

I am, as you have guessed, not yet dead. However, I have been extraordinarily busy. Well, extraordinarily for me...lately. Um yeah, so I've been busy. Extraordinarily.

Kudos should go to me as I am at the same job. I haven't yet managed to get the manager to do my 90-day review, but since she spends most of her time in court with her son (don't ask, because I don't know), it's not exactly possible. I would be shocked if I got anything less than favorable since, after all, I still work there.

Abigail ran into said manager in Target the other day when we were doing our registry. (So for those of you who are reading this, we are registered at Target. Buy me stuff. And if you don't like what we picked out, give me-ahem- us a gift card. You know, for us. Not just me. ) That was, incidentally, great fun and amusement, mostly for me. I got to use the scanning gun for most of the time, but after a while she couldn't take it anymore and I had to give it up. Really, Meg, you should know by now: give a guy something to play with, and he will play. That's what we do. No guy reading this wouldn't have used the opportunity to shoot lazer beams at others. And random packages. And in your eye to see what happens. I think I've made my point.

Abigail and I also picked out a new apartment that I will move into in about a month. I will throw a moving party (read: help me move stuff) at that time. I will get to live there alone for about three months. Needless to say, I am psyched. Granted, less than three months of independent bachelorhood isn't that glamarous, but it is certainly nothing to sneeze at.

I haven't seen much of anyone lately, and for those of you I should be seeing, I apologize. Most of you have my new number, and if you don't and you would like it, let me know. Until next time, same Bat time, same Bat channel.

I hate surprises...except today

I found someone on Classmates.com (yes, I was really, really bored) that I haven't talked to in like 12 years, but she was one of my dearest friends back then. Yes, I said she. I liked girls early. Anyway, that was pretty cool. She goes to MIT now, making me feel intimidated E-mailing her. I know what you're thinking. Scott, you do go to Mesa Community College. Isn't that on par with the Massachusetts Institute of Technology? Well, I suppose it is. Go me. Same education, 1/3 of the money. Plus less cold. That's what I'm telling myself in order to sleep tonight, anyway.

Additionally, I have two job interviews this week as well as like eight more apps out waiting to be scanned so that more potential employers can observe my greatness via resume. Of course, I may have taken a little creative license, but if you don't tell them I wasn't really Vice President of Movie Gallery, neither will I. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I hear myself screaming for change. I need to move, I need to have a job. I need to lose weight, and I need to learn to swing dance. Um...well, maybe not that last one, but I would love to learn to play the guitar. That would be most excellent. Mostly I just want to have a life I can be proud of. I am extremely tired of telling people I still live with my parents, although statistically speaking I'm still pretty normal. That's what I'm telling myself.

One last thing and then I'm going to bed. Have you ever noticed that Sam's Club/Costco is really evil? They are, and yet so beautiful at the same time. I will walk in there intending to get a hot dog (they have really good hot dogs), and I will inevitably walk out with that 3 pound box of Cheez-It's, or the ridiculously massive case of IBC root beer. I am helpless against its power. I mean, they give out free samples of stuff. I could walk around the store two or three times and have a complete meal!

So, yeah. That’s it for tonight. Have yourself a pleasant existence, and as always, don't eat the yellow snow. Unless it's a lemon snow cone. That's okay.

I suck at life

I went to the mall with my sister today and saw "Pride and Prejudice," which incidentally was very good. Much better than I thought it would be. Anyway, I had a good time, but that's not necessarily a good thing. You see, when the movie first came out Abigail wanted me to go see it with her, but I didn't want to. I later said I would, but she was going to see it with her mom by then. Curiously, she didn't like it.

It occurred to me as we were coming out of the movie that I would have enjoyed seeing it more with Abigail. I love spending time with Susan, and I am glad she likes my company, but there are differences. I am confronted with the fact that I am not nearly as good at being there for her as I'd like. I mean, I am confident that I have come a long way since my previous relationships, if nothing else for the fact that this one has lasted so long. Nonetheless, I realize now that I am not as infallible as I would lead myself to believe.

Amusement

I have been amused lately by several things. One of them (or two) is the Dane Cook media I bought. I say "media" because it had both CD's and DVD's, so yeah. Much happiness has generated from them. Additionally, I finally got Josh's PS2 working. W00t! Granted, it doesn't compare in some ways to the awesome yet evil XBOX 360 (also in my room, but mostly not owned by me), yet has its own appeal. One of these appealing features is that, to my knowledge, Sony's executives still have souls. Bill Gates...not so much. That doesn't make me enjoy Halo any less, though, so I'm not sure who is the bigger sellout is; him or me.

I took my RE school test yesterday. Wow. I felt like my spirit had been broken into 200 tiny pieces after I was done. It was 200 questions and took me 3 hours. At least 40 minutes of that was doodling or staring into space...it was hard! I needed a 75, and l got a 53. That's pretty close, though, or at least closer than a 52. I realize that that's not amusing, but I hope it will be when I look back on it years from now.

It's funny to me how suddenly things have changed with my friends with the presence of the 360. I barely see Bock, but he comes over all the time now with the others. It's pretty cool, but amusing nonetheless.

Finally, my friend Micah got jumped last night. Yes, I know, this shouldn't be amusing, but if you knew the story, and especially if you know Micah, you would understand. In all fairness to me, though, I asked him if he was okay, and started laughing only after determining that he is. So points for me.

Lastly, I just have to give a shout out to Greg. Despite the overwhelming pressure of his existential dilemma regarding the rapidly-widening black hole in the pit of his broken heart, he still maintains a sense of humor. Hang in there, buddy.