I’m turning into someone who occasionally goes into work like, 45 minutes early to get a bit of stuff done before anyone else is there so I can be productive. This is not good for my nerd/slacker street rep. I stayed late last night because Andy was working on stuff, but I would’ve stayed anyway to get stuff done. This is not good for my nerd/slacker street cred. I’m being put into a positition of near responsibility and power. This is not good for the nerd/slacker inside me. Ok. I’m supposed to be at work in an hour, but I need to take a quick shower and get to work so I can get some shite done before we start opening. What in the world is happening to me?

No. I’m not growing up. I’M NOT!

-Jon

P.S. Proof of the not growing up is in the kite I have in my car. The fact that I still find poop funny. And I still giggle at people who fart in public.

I’m still at work. We just had our last customer walk out. 56 minutes after we closed. Which, really, wasn’t that bad. Andy had it bad. I had it ok. But, now I have to drive for a long, long time. Drive to D-Town.

I’ll probably post again later tonight from my dad’s place, but for now. … …… ………. courage.

-Jon

I finished week one of work at my new job… It was fun, albeit a bit boring. A nice 40 hour work week learning a few new things and realizing how much I don’t want to be in customer service any more. I mean, this’ll be a million times better than the video store, but… … … But I want to get into sales quick.

Next week is going to be when I really get into the whole thing, so I’m reserving any judgments on the job until then. This week I’ll judge, but I’ll only judge in the context of this week.

In other news: I’m thinking about my computer situation. I’m thinking about my computer situation a lot. I want, badly, a new computer. I want, badly, a better PC game rig. I want, badly, a OS X computer. I want, badly, a laptop. .. … …. ….. …… ……. ……… Yeah. Knowing that my credit is better than it once was almost got me in trouble a few minutes ago.

See I got, and paid off, a car loan from a bank. This in and of itself has got to make my credit far, far better than it was a year ago. I haven’t been making late payments to my credit card in a long, long time, etc, etc, etc… All this means that I have credit. All this means that for $33/mo, I almost bought myself a 1.42gHz iBook. And, by the end of next month, I might. I just want to get my income flowing so I can figure out if I can actually afford it. Then I’ll have an iBook. And I’ll get a wireless router… …. and you know what that means. The internet will be in the bathroom. *evil laugh*

I just wrote a paragraph about the TV that we could watch from the bathroom back in The House. I read it after I was done, and it sounded very very weird. Like, scary weird. I deleted it.

-Jon

Tomorrow at work I’m going to be working the merchandising side of the business. Tomorrow at work I’m going to be in shoes that aren’t quite as comfortable as I’d like. Tomorrow at work I’m going to be in a blindingly white shirt that would make a supernova blush with shame. Tomorrow at work I’m going to be thinking about one thing, and one thing only. Tomorrow at work, I’m going to be thinking about the day that will come, when I finally peel Boardwalk off the McDonald’s fries and can send in for my winnings from the Monopoly Game.

-Jon

P.S. Can you guess where I’m getting my lunch?

Ok. So. Well. Let me think about where, exactly to start.

Work was better today. I actually got to do stuff. Granted, I’m going through all the merchandising in the store and making sure it that it’s right. That’s a suck-ass job if ever there was one. But, that’s Ok. I did that at the video store a lot too… I’m used to this particular suck-ass job, and I can get it done with aplomb. Tomorrow I get to finish that up, and the manager at the store I’m working at has told me I should just take that over when I get to my store… … no, not because I’m some sort of merchandising magician… just because the manager at my store is “going to have her hands full…” Which, admittedly, is true. To explain why could very easily give away my employer, and I don’t want to do that (if you want to know why, Check it — it’s on there, but a bit down). I also got to play with the computer and wear my White Shirt. I hate my White Shirt and want, badly, a shirt of another color. Even fushcia…

So, I met a girl at work today who was really nice. I think she was a few years younger than me, and is going to get married soon. The thing is, when we were talking, she mentioned that she only worked here part time, for three years… I asked her if she did anything else like another job, or school… “Oh, no…” … … … You’re engaged, buying a house with your future husband, work part time and don’t do school. I’m sorry, seriously, that sounds to me like you’re marrying money and happen to be bored. Actually, it just doesn’t make any sense to me what so ever. I wouldn’t know what to do with myself if I didn’t have to work, and wasn’t in school. I’d spontaneously combust; all my pent up energy would suddenly, and inexplicably, turn me into a giant ball of flames the likes of which the world has never seen.

Alright. I’ve gotta get to sleep. I have to drive back to the store in GR tomorrow to finish the merchandising. I’ll probably end up staying there for 8 hours doing merchandising and whatever else. Really, honestly I can’t wait to get to the point with this company that I’m actually able to do my job… or something like it. Also, not driving an hour to work sounds dreamy.

-Jon

I learned something today. I really did. I learned that, while my Borne shoes are not as bad to stand in as I thought last week, I need better shoes for work. I learned some stuff in the computer systems. I learned that Internet Explorer for Windows Mobile doesn’t do CSS as well as IE 6 (which is sad), and that I desperately need to throw together a style for when my site’s viewed with a mobile device. I learned that bored employees have a tendency to act strangely (i.e.: they make stabbing motions with a stapler, they suddenly and spontaneously break out in song, they catch a big-ass grasshopper in a styrofoam cup and leave it on their boss’s desk as a ‘present,’ they play with their phone’s ringtones and have “ringtone wars”). I learned that I have it in me to stay at work for a good hour past when I was supposed to go home if there is something worthwhile happening; which brings us back to needing better shoes.

I have this feeling that I’ve been complaining about my new job as much as I complained about my old job. Actually, I know I have. But… really it’s not the job. It’s that I can’t do the job yet. it’s that I’m not being taught how to do the job, it’s that all I get to do is stand around and do nothing… and that’s never fun. I did, actually, get a lot more done today. Of course, by “done” what I mean is “I got to watch folks do more work.” And my dislike of Larry the Cable Guy has increased about 3x. Which, ironically, is the same size as the shirt that I got today.

Speaking of the shirt I got today, it’s white. Really white. I mean, blindingly white. But it’s a short-sleeve polo with a company logo on it that I’m not ashamed to wear in public. Which rocks.

I’m thinking about trying to figure out something better to do with my time while at work. At this (ok, tangent. I was just typing “this” only, I didn’t. I typed an anagram of “this” that just so happens to be a word I never put on this page with a * or two. Weird) point I think that I’ve learned about all I can without knowing any of the specific things about the phones, computer systems or processes that the company uses, and it’s getting up to the point where it’s a waste of my time and everyone else’s that I’m standing around in my (while not the most comfortable for 8 hours straight) oh so stylish shoes.

Alright. That’s all I want to say about work. By next week, I think that I’m going to be in a much better place with work, and I’m really excited about that. I want a chance to do my new job, and I want a chance to not feel like some stray dog that’s just following someone around all day. I mean, if I’m going to be a stray, I want to follow them home, get a flea collar and some dinner.

-Jon

The good: The New Job is going to be good. The Bad: This week I have to drive to Grand Rapids (So far for two days, but since I don’t know when I work tomorrow — I’m guessing more than two days). The Ugly: I can’t log on to any of the computer to do any training or learn anything this week. This week could end up being a very long, very boring week.

In about 25 minutes I’m going to hit the road for my morning commute. And yes, I have a morning commute that isn’t the 5 minute drive to the old video store. Crazy. I don’t know how people do the morning drive every day in big cities. I really don’t. Taking a train from a NY suburb to the city — I get it. You can read the paper, do a crossword, play with yourself under your newspaper. Whatever. Driving for an hour and a half… ick. I’ll be glad when the drive thing is over. Actually, I think the big reason I’ll be glad the drive thing is over is that that means I’ll have my login and password so I can go to my store and start doing things that are useful. But — that’s a ways off. In the meantime, I do get quite a bit of time to wander the store and drool over phones, and that’s neat. I even got one of the phones to go to my website yesterday. Although, it didn’t have the broadband that it claimed — apparently it hasn’t rolled out in my area yet. Ahh well, soon enough.

Crap. I gotta run to the basement and find soap so I can shower and be clean. I’ll talk to you folks later.

-Jon

I just changed my shirt 4 times in the last 5 minutes. This job has somehow turned me into a woman going on a first date. Seriously, I have shirts all over my room on my bed and my chair. Next I’m going to need a hairdryer and “product.”

Aight, I’m off to work. See ya on the flipside.

-Jon

I start a new job in T-Minus 50 minutes. I didn’t get nearly the amount of sleep that I wanted to, but… eh. That’s par for the course these days, isn’t it? I got upwards of 6.5-7 hours, so I’m not going to be hard of while at work, it’s just that waking up is all sorts of a pain in the ass when I’m almost, but not quite, completely rested. It’s like my body is saying, “For all that’s good and holy, you stupid man. I’m almost there. Gimme another hour, and we’ll both be so much better off.”

That hour never comes, however, and today I got to wake up with the after effects of BW3’s Blazin’ wings. Not terrible after effects, not like the Afterburner wings from Cruiser’s. Just, not total comfort. My body is, therefore, angry with me for 2 reasons — wings and sleep. It’ll be a good first day.

And, honestly, I’m not just saying that. I think it’ll be a good day, but I won’t know for sure for another little bit. So I’m off to shower and make myself pretty, I’ll check back in with you, oh internet, tonight.

-Jon