A Bachelors Blog

Life has been pretty hectic, and exhausting.  10 pm on a Friday night....and I am asleep!  unheard of!   Well, heard of, now I guess.  First week at the new job, and so far so good.  I havent been lynched, scolded, scowled at, or reprimanded anyway.  Thats good...right?   Right??   I made myself as busy as I could since I am not on the system yet, so I cant start my training programs...or any programs for that matter hah!  it's all good, I was able to do a ton of reading up on products and services... very important, and to investigate some stuff as well.   Need a car.... oh MAN do I need a car.  Soon.     I have to say, I really like the team I work with, as well as the job.  It's nice to be back in banking again, in a place where I am appreciated and to know something going into a new job.    Never mind that I have my own office!  :-)  That is pretty rad, for me anyway.  ...

Had this song playing in my head this morning on that epic two hour commute to work.   4 hours of driving for 8 hours of work.... and oddly I dont mind the driving... at least for the short term...   More to come. (Later) Away From The Sun lyrics It's down to this I've got to make this life make sense Can anyone tell what I've done I miss the life I miss the colours of the world Can anyone tell where I am 'Cause now again I've found myself So far down, away from the sun That shines into the darkest place I'm so far down, away from the sun again Away from the sun again I'm over this I'm tired of living in the dark Can anyone see me down here The feeling's gone There's nothing left to lift me up Back into the world I know And now again I've found myself So far down, away from the sun That shines into the darkest place I'm so far down, away from the sun That shines to light the way for me To find my way back into the arms...

Yeah, It's world cup fever.  I really don't like soccer, but was 'encouraged' by Sister to come out and support the Italians vs the New Zealanders   We went, drank too much cappuchino, secretly cheered for the underdog Zealanders (thos bastids have alot of heart, and a fantastic defense), but even if I don't like a sport, I can appreciate the skill and sportsmanship, as well as the competitive spirit laid over everything like a think paper wrap.   I am now jobless. Till Tuesday. Carless... for the foreseeable future. And with a job in a town about 90 minutes away, I think this will be rather....interesting.   I desperately need a car...soon!   Will work on that.   In the meantime, I left both my jobs on good terms, and with invites to return should things not work out otherwise, which I found touching.  I guess I am not such a bad worker after all.     On another note...  Here is a list of books I am reading. ...

Just one more day of the 14 hour, mountain biking in the rain and wind, all over the city, two job grinder.   I feel sick.  I know the body has worn down from all the abuse and exercise of this ridiculous schedule. My mind is still strong, and I continue to push, but more and more I feel disconnected from all of this.  The noise and danger in the city, the hu stle and breakneck speed, no time to relax and enjoy my life....   Who am I kidding; what life? Next week will be different.  New challenges, more hard work, different scenery, and new faces to see....  I look forward to it, a new tasking for me to work at, something fresh and different and .... unique.   Too tired to say much more.... just that mountain biking in this city is damn near a death sentence.  twice today... stupid drivers...  Anyway, for now I drag myself to the showers and relax, gear up for one more day.

In my mind there are many stories.  Most of them are floaters, like the pulp juice in your morning OJ. They kind of dance around, unobtrusive, until you take a big swig and it punches you in your sensory palette.    Now and then one of my floaters will come along and a piece of a story will click into place; a plot point, a character flaw, a background settings, historical note, anything like that....    The stories I have will vary immensely but what I think I can write the best would be one of two things.  A good old fashioned Fantasy adventure (with a dark twist, one that I have secretly nurtured for years)... or something slightly ahead of our time. Maybe post apocalyptic.   Sadly, I know these 'sci-fi/fantasy' genres are being trounced right into the ground, but a deep part of me firmly, and truly, believes in 1) my craft, 2) my craftiness with the craft, 3) my style might just be decent enough to entertain through the eye rolling of "Oh no, AN...

 I had to make a choice that was not mine, I had to say goodbye for the last time...   Ain't that the truth.   Opened up the ole Karaoke routines, added a couple of songs to the very small repertoire.  Machine Head, by Bush; Creep, by Radiohead, Black by Pearl Jam... and always piece of shit car, just because its funny.   You don't realize how nervous you really are until you stand up in front of a group of drunken strangers and croak out the lyrics to a song that you really thought you knew better than you did.   Did ok though, even had the brother up there for a song.  Sister is next... but I wont hold my breath.   Was a fun weekend, almost over though.... still have coffee on deck, and a movie date!!!     Karate Kid with the nephew and niece, and brother.  Im sure there will be some bodily injuries today as someone inevitably tries to recreate a scene from the movie. ....probably me....   I think I can always te...

Karaoke at a North end sports bar..... uhhh... awesome.?!?!?!  haha...   Its really only awesome because of the sibs being there and the good friend.  It all equates to good times.....  right shitlips???     AAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH    So gooooood!!!