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  1. Dragoon5464
    Since my fiancee and I broke up I've done a lot of thinking about life. I have to say, I'm a happier person now than I have been for years. I don't think it's necessarily because we're not together anymore, mind. Frankly, a lot of it's to do with my improving health. But anyway, I've come to a conclusion about what I really think the purpose of life is. When I was younger, I was such a cynical stoic that my opinion was the only purpose in life was to continue life. But here goes: Life is short. I don't hold hope that there's an afterlife. So the purpose of life is only what you make of it. Given that, happiness is the only thing really worth striving for. (Ideally not at the expense of the happiness of others but whatever.)
     
    So what makes me happy? Well, right now my job makes me happy. I'm greatly respected at work by pretty much everyone, because I bust my ass all the time, not to mention the fact that I can find pretty much anything in the store. But more than happiness at work, I really want to be somebody to someone. More than a friend and a respected colleague. Plus, I want to be more to myself.
     
    On the me front, biking to work has been getting me in much better shape than I've ever been, and I've been working my upper body too. One thing I've wanted for a long, long time--certainly more than I ever cared about physical fitness--was to dye my hair blue. It's naturally very black, but I've always thought a good dark blue tint would look nice. So, on Tuesday, I got my ex to drive me (I don't have a car) over to the local Sally Beauty, and since then, I've had blue hair! I'd post a pic but my webcam has trouble picking up the tint in my home light. :wall: I've gotten tons of compliments on it at work, though, even from some of the older ladies who I thought would hate it. :grin:
     
    As for the significant other bit...well, that's where things get complicated. There's this girl at work I've had my eye on for a while. She's both attractive and dorky, the perfect combo. <3: Some quick Facebook stalking (don't judge me) told me she had a boyfriend, though. But all this newfound confidence has made me rather cocky, honestly, and since literally every girl in work that I'm interested in is with someone already, I thought, what the hell, I'll try my luck. I went up to her today when she was conveniently alone in the breakroom and mumbled out "Do you wanna go to a movie or something sometime?" (Mind, I haven't asked someone out in seven years. I'm rusty.) I did this fully expecting her to say no, she already had a boyfriend. I told myself I needed to experience the rejection, that it was a good thing, that I needed to try and damn the consequences. So imagine my surprise when she said "sure." I believe my response was along the lines of "Buh, come again?"
     
    So now I have a dilemma. I have a date with this girl two Fridays from now. But she has a boyfriend already. What if she doesn't think it's a date, that it's just casual? That'd be fine, I guess, but what if, God forbid, she brought her boyfriend? Needless to say, I'm...rather confused. The wheels in my head are spinning and it's gonna be hard to get them to stop for a while, I think. x.x
     
    But on the whole, am I happy? Yes. I think I am.
     
     
     
     
     
    Yes, I ended some sentences in prepositions. Hush.
  2. Dragoon5464
    So I knew my uncle Gary was going to be in my town this weekend to visit his girlfriend, and I asked my mom to ask him to stop by my store while I was at work. (I haven't seen him in two years, figured a phone call out of the blue would be awkward.) He came by and we talked a bit about life and goings-on and such other silly small talk. He offered to take me out to dinner after my shift was over, and as a 22-year-old working retail I'm obviously not one to refuse a free meal, so out to dinner we went.
     
    Over dinner we talked about this and that until we finally landed on shop talk. I've been interested in doing voiceover work since I was in high school, and for whatever reason it had never dawned on me to talk to Gary about it. He's been doing video/audio production for local companies since I was a kid, often doing narrations himself, and yet I totally blanked on the fact that I have a family member in the business I wanna get into. It turns out that his girlfriend's got a production company in my area (Kansas City; he's back in St. Louis where I grew up) and so I did a few voices and accents for them. We got to discussing a talent agent friend of hers and how I'd go about recording a VO demo and all sorts of stuff.
     
    Obviously this isn't something that's gonna be a career right away. I need a job that's gonna provide a contract and medical insurance, which my current job will after another year, and VO work is largely freelance and would never have those kinds of benefits. Landing a permanent job as a DJ or announcer might, but that's a long ways down the road. Someday, though, I might just end up a voice that's known by many. All in all, I think tonight may have been the first step forward towards becoming the man I really want to be. :)
     
     
     
    Oh, and he managed to get my bike to fold finally! :D
     
     
     
    EDIT 5/13: Got this today and decided this is definitely the best weekend I've had in a good long while. :D

  3. Dragoon5464
    Yes, this one's right up there with the time I was a 12-year-old freshman and took a dare to tell a senior that she had a great rack. Thank heaven she didn't slap me.
     
    So since my breakup I've gotten this idea in my head that, rather than finally get my license and a car and bloody car insurance for an under-25 male, I'd get a nice, $170 folding bike which I could easily store in my upstairs apartment. Something which I'd never have to worry about oiling or gassing up, just a nice little tweak now and then with an Allen wrench and a hex key and she'd be good as new. Never mind the fact that I haven't ridden a bike in five years, or that I've never run a mile in under ten minutes and the ride to work is two hilly miles. No, those things are all just minor details. Enter shenanigans.
     
    So the bike was scheduled to arrive Wednesday, a day on which I worked. The plan was to put it together Wednesday night, then, on Thursday morning (my day off) test the ride into work before it got terribly hot outside. Got home Wednesday to find the UPS ticket, of course, since they won't leave such a large package without a signature. They arrived at 5:30, just half an hour before I got off work, a kindness they would not repeat. I was up all Thursday long waiting and waiting until the brown-shorted buffoon deigned to show up at 7:30. Of course, at that point I didn't have enough time to assemble it before sundown, but I am an obstinate bastard if nothing else, so I did my damnedest. The manual was in passable enough (British) English, having surely been written by a Chinese person, but the diagrams were so damn blurry that the finest instructions didn't matter one bit since I couldn't identify any of the parts. The hex key that should have been included wasn't, but thankfully I have a full set of both metric and imperial for just such occasions. P.S., manufacturers: Americans don't know what a "spanner" is, so call it an "Allen wrench" on any manuals you ship to the U.S.
     
    Didn't manage to get out the door until 8:45, and even then I had to run back in a couple times to get a hex key to tighten bits. The sun was of course completely down by this point, but I had gotten on the front reflector. The rear reflector didn't even have blurry instructions, much less legible ones, so I didn't attach it. Had to walk up the hills on my test run to work, and there were several points at which I thought I would surely be run over. Fun story: did you know that more than half of the streetlights on my way to work are out, and that apparently people care so little about the sidewalks that's it's perfectly okay to put up a real estate sign that takes up the whole damn thing?!
     
    So I got to work and they were kind enough to let me leave my bike at the service desk rather than on the rack outside since I didn't have a lock. Everyone probably just assumed it was a hold anyway. I'll also point out that I was far too sweaty to start work without a shower, something I should have realized ahead of time since the inside of my old band helmet usually looked as though I'd put it on after the heaviest rain in a decade. The fine folks at our Starbucks were kind enough to provide me the biggest cup they had (half a liter maybe) with sweet, delicious, beautiful water. After half an hour-ish of chatting and a complete refill of the cup, I finally decided to mosey on home. Unfortunately I was too exhaustion-addled to check my ride time in, and did the same on the way out. The way home was a bit easier, but the folding bit isn't working properly, so I had to just carry the whole thing up the stairs once I got home. Thankfully the working out lately helped with that.
     
    When I was nearly at home, two confusing and slightly off-putting things happened. First, a car did a u-turn right next to me, to turn in my direction. I stopped walking along with my bike at that point because I thought they were gonna be nice and offer me a ride, but they just kept on going. Then, once I was walking past the corporate office building with all the cars in the lot (long story) there was a guy parked there just to stand and talk on his phone. All I caught was "get f**ked up and f**k wit b**ches," and funny enough, his accent was so garbled that I don't know if he was African American or Cockney. O.o Needless to say, I biked on rather quickly.
     
    So, now I've got a living room floor littered with parts that are I certainly hope are extras, some that I know aren't extras but I just didn't bother putting on (the wheel guards, namely, and that pesky rear reflector), and a toolbox that desperately needs to be cleaned up. Looks like it's continuing to bum a ride until I can build up the cardio strength to get to work in a timely manner, and maybe...find a way to put antiperspirant on my scalp? I dunno. The important part is, once I build up those quads in those shorts, and these biceps in a nice, tight shirt, none of the ladies at work will be able to resist my dashing, rippling figure. ;D
     
    God, I'm cheesy.
     
    With love to all my Tipiters,
    Dragoon/Jared
  4. Dragoon5464
    So I thought I'd make my first blog post about how life's going, rather than RS. Anybody who wants to know about my RS life can ask in RS itself, right? Besides, my char is waaay behind the totals of most of my peers these days, so it's hardly something to brag about. Screw it, I'll talk about both.
     
    In case you didn't know, I work at one of the major retail stores in the U.S., but I won't say which because I'm always concerned about job security. It's definitely not godawful Walmart, though, I'll say that.
    I've been getting a reputation as one of the best employees in my store lately. Several of my coworkers have been saying things like "you're the only one who ever responds to calls," or "I'm not gonna work any more shifts unless you're on the clock, too." Joking, of course, but it's good to know that people are depending on me now. Today I was so badass with responses that my bosses actually paid for my lunch. :D My yearly review is coming up sometime in the next week or so, and since everybody is starting to consider me the guy to call when sh*t goes down, I can definitely use that as leverage.
     
    Speaking of great leverage, last Wednesday I was out in the lot getting carts (the designated person to do it was running late) and I thought I smelled somebody roasting marshmallows. Not a farfetched idea, since it was a windy day, grilling season's started already and the store's close enough to a residential area that the smell could have wafted over from there. So once I had grabbed a line of carts, I turned back to face the store and noticed that the smell wasn't someone grilling, but in fact, a considerably-sized fire in one of the mulchy/bushy spots in the parking lot. (Sorry if my British readers don't know what I mean by that, I know car parks are usually much smaller in the UK than here. It's basically just landscaping for decoration.) I suppose the mulch was dry from the dry weather, and somebody had thrown a cigarette butt into it. Dunno for sure. The fire was mostly smoke, not flame, but it still could have damaged any nearby cars, so it was dangerous enough. Anyway, I called it over walkie in exactly the way I was trained to, rather than panicking like some might have. It got taken care of pretty quickly, but later, I was back out in the lot helping with a carryout and I noticed the pile was still smoking a bit. Mind you, this is after the fire department had come and gone. I let my boss know and they took care of it (again). Long story short, people treated me like kind of a hero, even though I really feel like I only did what I needed to, and what anyone should have done.
     
    I know this whole post is pretty braggy, but everyone I work with has been stroking my ego so hard lately that it's kind of hard not to be a little arrogant about it. *shrug*
     
    Relationships aren't going so great, though. I don't really wanna get back with my ex anymore, but literally every single eligible girl I work with is already in a committed relationship. Quite frankly, I'm tired of being alone, and I dunno what I'm gonna do about it. :/ (For a fuller explanation of my situation with my ex, check the relationship thread p587.)
     
    In RS news, I'm starting to consider dropping some of the dailies I've been doing, since they've been taking ~2hrs to do. Arhein and Bert are bas***ds, with their non-gmt reset, so I have to push them later and later every night and it gets difficult. Got to 70+ all a few days ago. Think I'm gonna try to start focusing on slayer, and ignore all dailies except JOT altogether. They distract me too damn much and I always forget to go back to slayer. Think I might do that at least until I get 85slay and my first abyssal demon task. Anybody have any opinions?
     
    With love to all my Tipiters,
    Dragoon/Jared
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