And Now I'm That Guy

I hate being the one to cause turmoil.

It's that simple and yes, that cryptic.

Its funny how crappy situations can teach you so much. 

When I was a teenager I took those personality tests and found I was a raging phlegmatic.  I don't want to be the guy to stir things up. You see, I just want to be the amicable one.  Nothing turns my stomach more than when I'm that guy, and now all of the sudden...I'm him. 

Dear Jesus, switch it off.  Just please, switch it off. For some reason I can't make this one right inside.

I promise I didn't mean to.

Sure beats work

*Even though we didn't catch anything, sitting on a lake in northern Minnesota sure beats working any day....I caught nothing, well, next to nothing as my four pound bass was exciting.  But still...it was relaxing.  Especially when Hank almost drowned when he swam half way across the lake and wouldn't come back.  Or when I lost my glasses in the mucky water and had to go in 50 degree for about ten minutes while i fished around with my feet for them.  Actually now that I think of it- those parts weren't all that relaxing, but they still beat work.

*I'm on a downloading kick now that we have internet.  I tunes now has 1,498 songs, 4.2 days of listening time and 6.6 gigs.  It was about half of that before.  But have no fear- my I-pod can hold 20 gigs.  We have a ways to go.

*So a lot of changes are going on at work.  I found out yesterday that its official my manager is leaving our store.  So probably starting June 1st there's gonna be big changes.  I don't know what to think.  I guess I'm more nervous than anything that this new manager is going to be all gung-ho and go nuts with trying to save the mighty 339.  Fire 15 people his first day and murder the door staff.  It certainly is a position that could attract a guy like that.  I guess we'll see.  I'm safe though.  They already bought my plane tickets to L.A.  Suckers.

Haha!

I'm going fishing up north.  See ya Monday.  Don't you dare try calling as I won't have reception/the want to talk to you....

How Do You Drown a Blonde?

Everytime I visit this I eventually break into tears from laughing. Oh, and for those of you keeping score- I am alone with nobody to do my typical 'fake laugh at your incredibly un-funny joke.' No, my friends, this is high comedy....

Here ya go.....

Widget (and not the world watcher)

I forgot that I need for you to know that I writing this blog from my new Blogger widget on the dashboard of my Mac.  I'm becoming such an Apple geek.  I love it.

Oh, and if you have a blog that doesn't have an rss feed then I'm going to need you to go ahead and get that done, so I can moniter your blog from my RSS scrolling widget....

Like River Phoenix From the Ashes....

Well, my friends, the time has finally arrived. I will no longer have an excuse to not blog, at least a computer excuse that is. I sold the keyboard just so I could be more connected with the likes of you turds. Please welcome a new Mac Mini to the Rowles household. Pretty exciting if you ask me. For you spec geeks: 1.5GHZ single core processor with the Intel chip set, 1 gig of ram on the motherboard upgradable to 2 gigs, 60 gig hard drive and the ever famous Superdrive DVDRW. $700. Brand new.

Its been a busy couple of months. I didn't say exciting, just busy. Work has kept me very occupied and at times wanting to pursue a career in shoveling manure out of a burning vat of acid, but I'm plugging away and hopefully in at year, if things go as planned I will chugging beers with fellow store managers at the manager retreat. GC is sending me off to LA for a manager in training workshop for a couple of days in mid-June (Bradley, I truly hope my schedule allows us a romantic evening together). Other than that for the most part I'm just stressed out of my mind. All I can think about is work and my numbers. I can't tell if I want my own store for the pay or just to get the heck out of commissioned sales. It kills me. However, a light does exist at the end of the tunnel, or should I say weekend. Jessie and I are headed up to the cabin to finally relax and get some much needed walleye in our lives. As King David and Jeff Buckley once said, "Hallelujah."

And hallelujah is right.