Siege, Business

God has laid siege to Nebraska. It's currently 11:33pm and the heat index outside is still 98 degrees. The actual air temperature is still an ungodly 86. For comparison, it only feels like 92 degrees in Death Valley, CA and it's two hours earlier there. Las Vegas is a chilly 90. Waco, Texas, or, as I referred to it the summer I stayed there (when heat killed 8 people), hell, is only 86. Our air conditioner has been running balls out since before I got home and it's only managing to keep the house at 78. What makes it worse is that it's supposed to rain the next two nights, which means that not only will the air temperature be near 100, the humidity will as well. Yippee.

My business is going well. I think I've found a programmer to join up for an ownership stake. We're meeting tomorrow to hammer out the final details. I caught a little bad break today when my co-worker that's in an MBA program told me he couldn't develop my business plan for me like he thought he could. He was going to use it in a class and hand it back to me all shiny like in mid-August. It will probably be better in the long run if I do it myself anyway, as I'll know everything about my business inside and out.

Hope all is well with the few of you who still check in periodically.

A Difference of Opinion

The license plate said "NEVER L8" so I picked up a pebble from the parking lot and wedged it into the valve stem. They may plan for traffic but I bet they weren't planning on my vagary. I did it because the idea itself offended me. I did it because I shouldn't have. The punctual constantly pontificate about their superior consideration for the time and feelings of others so I find ways to make them late. It's the same reason I keyed a crude drawing of Africa into the passenger door of the navy blue Lexus in the Hy-Vee parking lot with the Pro-Life license plate. Had the owner been outside I simply would've shared my own opinion on the matter, but they weren't so I left them something for their consideration.

I hate the bumper sticker for its lack of commitment.

Conquest Again

I imagine that successful people come home from work feeling that they've slayed the world's dragons. They glance at the people they pass on the freeway knowing that they did more, that the world wouldn't be as good if they had chosen to shut off the alarm and gone back to jousting a legion of Tickle-Me-Elmos armed with wrapping paper tube lances riding on shopping cart chariots. I imagine the successful people throwing open the door to their house victoriously. The door between their garage and kitchen, because successful people have attached garages. They take a few steps inside and then pose for a minute to intimidate the waning minutes of the day. The sun doesn't set, it hides behind the horizon in fear of being conquered by them. They stand there, fists upon waist like Superman. You can almost see the hurricane fan hiding in the mudroom, blowing on low. They stand there for a minute, right foot slightly forward like it's standing on the kitchen's chest, basking in accomplishment. They proceed to the dining room where dinner is waiting for them because they wait for nothing. And then to bed after some brief calisthenics. The sun doesn't rise in the morning, it peaks over the horizon to see if it's safe but they're waiting for it. They sleep on their backs and never roll over. It's less sleeping than waiting, waiting for the sun to peek from behind obscurity like it does every day, and like every day it meets the waiting gaze of the successful and leaps into the sky to get as far away as it can. And then out their front door they saunter with their wits as weapons, ready for conquest again.

TaDAAAAAAAAA!, Business

I applied to be an extra in the George Clooney movie tonight (they're filming in Omaha over the weekend). Below is my application e-mail. I hope you enjoy. They are the ramblings of a person who really doesn't want to go to work tomorrow (I was supposed to have the day off but nay nay), who doesn't think that he has a shot at getting on as an extra, and who should've stopped two glasses of wine ago. And my application goes...



To Whom It May Concern,

I saw the call for extras on the local news tonight and decided to respond. It said to include pertinent information, however, it didn't say what was desired so I've decided to ramble. I'm a born-and-raised Nebraskan. I have no acting or extra experience, although I met Danny Glover once. I didn't actually meet him; my neighbor drove the limo that picked him up from my tiny hometown airport and took him to the college to speak. I got an autograph on a program. He misspelled my name. The most famous people that I've met in person were the actors who played the Ghostbusters at Disney World circa 1990. Thinking about it, I guess I did have a role in a film once. It was a sociology project in high school. I nearly got beaten and arrested because I "mugged" one of the other kids in my group at the Hilltop Mall. Nobody has seen the video as it could be considered evidence. This concludes the rambling.

The information that you're probably looking for is that I'm male, 5'10", 190 pounds, and 27 years old on Friday (this would make a pretty sweet birthday present). I have brown hair and hazel eyes. I'm somewhat pasty coming out of the freezing winter. I can be immediately available as I'm not supposed to work tomorrow anyway but was told I have to. If needed I could stay all day. I can be reached at (402)679-5860. If I don't answer immediately it is because my phone has a weak vibrate function but I will call back. I check my phone frequently.

Thank you for your consideration,
Bret Londer



Also, I'm trying to start a new business. It is a very difficult process, and it is a constant cycle of gaining confidence and then getting humbled. The very kind gentleman that I had lunch with today to learn more about starting a business gave me some sage advice; starting a business is a race between your dedication and energy for the idea and the day it actually becomes a business. Money and success are far off and will come if your idea is good but won't be as important as making it all work. I don't know that I've ever gotten more out of $40 in my entire life. I look forward to more lunches.

Yikes

It has been over a month since my last post. I need to start writing again if for no other reason than to vent. Work sucks. It sucks for several reasons. It is poorly structured, I'm underpaid (literally underpaid as I don't make the minimum for my pay grade), the expectations are unrealistic for the workload, and my coworkers have become dependent on me in a bad way. There is no good spot for me. No matter how I move forward, there is somebody that isn't impressed by me which is terrible because everybody that works in my building is someone that I should impress. Oh well.

Wedding planning is also stressful. I can only imagine what Virginia is going through because I'm not even really handling anything. Rest assured, though the economy may be struggling the wedding planning industry is still elbow deep in the pockets of Americans. I'm looking forward to the wedding and actually started getting really excited for it just this week. I have to just have faith that everything is going to work out.

And to confound all of this negativity winter absolutely refuses to let up. We get a couple of days of beauty and then a blast of what it's like to be Canadian. Winter always wears on me. By the end of it I feel like I'm at the end of my rope. The persistent gray skies and the shortened hours of daylight grind on my psyche like coarse grit sandpaper. I yearn for that first day that I can come home, change into normal clothes, and still have enough daylight to do something, anything outside.

Pants

"Don't worry, I'm not a pervert, I'm wearing another pair of pants," the man said as he undid his brown leather belt to expose another brown leather belt of a slightly different shade. The contents of his pockets, well, half of his pockets, were strewn on the counter. He looked homeless and he acted high, but his savings account had sufficient money to qualify him as any random person. But most random people don't have two pairs of jeans on.

Just wanted to get this down. I'll finish it soon.

Jogging, Birthday, Murderer

I went jogging with Virginia tonight and I nearly died. I don't know how far we went but it was too far. Then, since I'm a genius, when we came home I decided to eat edamame with a ton of salt, which dehydrated me so badly that I had the worst headache that I've had in my entire life. Exercising is awesome, right?

It was my dad's birthday yesterday so we went out for dinner last night and Virginia and I went to lunch and a movie with them today. We saw the new Clint Eastwood movie Gran Torino. It is fantastic. It is crushingly hilarious and very poignant. I'm not going to talk about the plot because I don't want to ruin it for anybody, but you should definitely go see it.

Work is going to kill me this week. Work tries to kill my every week. My job is trying to kill me. I've been seriously contemplating pursuing a career as a college professor. The varying work schedule, closer relation to my interests, and summers off seem like they would be right up my alley. Research will be done.

This post wasn't as meaningful as I'd hoped, but it's a start.