New Jarb

Sweet beans, I got the job at a new bar.

 

I haven't mentioned it, but I was beginning to hate my job.  Even as the MC of their events, wherein I simply interfaced with other people and drank beer, I would feel dread during the hours before work.  All because of our GM - The Desolate One.  Arrogant, rude, prick. 

 

So today I quit.  Coincidentally, I quit while the owners were busy smashing the HAMMER down on this guy.  He's been a bad, baaad person.  Methinks it's catching up to him.  I hate to say this, but I hope losing me is a big enough loss to make a difference in whether or not they release this prick.  A new GM would fix the restaurant right up.

 

Anyway, love the new jarb so far.  I work with some pretty fucking cool people, many of whom I've known for some time but never really gotten to know. 

 

Hoping to make 2009 a helluva year.  New president, new jarb, great relationship...  new city?

Close Call

Last night could have really sucked.

 

I took Girl and her friend - who is leaving Texas for Florida in two weeks - to 6th in Austin last night.  Her friend had never been, and I told her there was nothing quite like 6th Street anywhere in the United States.

 

I was to be the DD.  I was not quite as DD as I should have been.

 

So Girl asked me to pull over.  I joked, "If a cop lights up behind me I'm going to be pissed, babe." - I signaled to make a turn in to the shoulder - and as soon as the signal blinked, I was light up.

 

Great.  Very (very) young cop.  Perhaps a bit younger than me.  So he asked me to step out of the vehicle- did some walking tests, etc.  Asked me to put my hands behind my back, cuffed me, seated me - I complied. 

 

He pulls Girl and her friend out of the vehicle - not sure why.  It's not illegal to be a drunk passenger.  But they complied, because saying "no" meant me going straight to jail.

 

Then his young buddy shows up.

 

For the next hour and ten minutes I sit in the back seat watching the girls get hit on.  I could hear nothing, but I could see in the officer's body language that they were being flirtatious. 

 

Fortunately, they let us go - waited for our friends to drive fourty-five minutes to pick us up.

 

Girl said it was like something you hear about on snopes.com - "When are you getting married?"  "Are you engaged?"  "When is he puttin' a ring on that pretty finger of yours?"

 

Hell, right before we left he asked me the same thing - "So when are y'all gettin' married?"  It's been four and a half months, dude.  Jesus.

 

Nonetheless, we're safe and sound.  As my friends said to me yesterday, Thank God I'm with such a beautiful girl.

In other news...

I found a clip of the commercial I was in recently..

 

http://www.sammurphey.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=189&Itemid=130

 

I'm the guy with the girl looking over bills.

 

Not my fault I look 12.  God made me that way.

Eleeection Dayyyyy

And my choice has been made.  Let's hope I don't regret it later.

 

Thinking of leaving my current job.  I've got it made there in some respects - the schedule I want, the MCing of their major events - but I don't feel like that place is for me anymore.  So I've applied elsewhere.  And methinks I'll BE elsewhere in the near future.

 

School...  is bland and boring.  I'm almost done, though.  I sometimes wish I'd just taken the opportunity to go to one of the schools far-far-away by whom I was accepted.  I feel like if I hadn't stayed so close to home I'd not have taken so long to graduate.  But then I wouldn't own this house and have met all these friends... 

 

...but I don't want this house anymore.  Just another result of the War in Iraq - me staying here for my mom.  I don't regret the decision, though, because I feel I've really made my mom's life a little bit easier.  And my life hasn't been so bad in the process.  In another year I'll be free to move around as I see fit - and to do so without college debt hanging over my head because the equity in my home will have paid for it all.

 

Girl and I had sex for the first time in NINE DAYS yesterday.  She knows me well.  The other day at lunch I came on to her in a way she didn't like - and a way I suppose I've been coming on to her a lot lately...  too aggressively.  No "love-making" - just "fucking."  So she went off on me - "This is why I never want to do it anymore..  You always come at me like this."  She apologized later, but I'm stubborn.

 

So the past five days I've literally been ignoring her sexually.  Kisses, hugs - lay down and go to sleep.  I've been waiting for her to literally ask ME for sex.

 

Last night, says she to me with a smile - "Can we please have sex tonight?  I'm getting kinda tired of your attitude."

 

She reads me like a book.  But I still win, right?

 

My 23d year of life is going to be my best.  I'm going to graduate college, sell my home, and get the fuck out of this shithole town in which I'm stuck.

 

Or I'm going to die trying.

 

I hope I don't regret that last line later.