At work: time to kill.

The New Job dictated that I needed to be in by 9 AM, to cover the phones today while everyone else goes to lunch at my former employer. Fine with me. I bust things out in silence and then spend a couple of hours catching up on such important things as cnn.com, Neus and of course, blogging like a mechanical bull. As for the New Job - it's great. I get to wear jeans, I don't get stressed out and I get paid decently. Oh, the hours are from 10-4. It's a pretty swell gig, but it's temporary without a doubt. I just had to get out of the restaurant ASAP, or I was going to lose my mind. Sure, I was making more an hour but the paycut is worth having my nights free and my sanity intact.

Oh, I also get to run errands and whatnot. Swell.

Onto other things, I've hardly been on the bike the past two weeks. Cincinnati's weather has been absolutely miserable, with the daily highs around 25-28 F. Forget doing sprints or intervals in that. But I've been running daily and I kinda enjoy it. Not as much as riding, but it keeps me in shape and it's pretty brutal on the cardio system. Plus, it only takes a minute to get ready and out the door, so that's a plus with the daylight being as scarce as it is. Riding a bike in the winter and in the dark, with tons of commuters on the way home is not my idea of a good and wholesome time. I've done it on a few occasions and I've come close to clocking out. Not my fault, of course. Maybe I'll enroll in a spin class session. I want to tear up Schabobele in February and if I want to do that, I better buckle down soon.

Bigger news..

So I decided to get out of the house this past Saturday and go to Clifton to Mr. Male's place. He'd cut his finger earlier that day, received stitches and felt like partying with a stomachful of vicodin. Sounds like fun, I guess. I arrived at his house around 9:30 and soon after sitting down and opening a beer, he let it slip that he had a piece of news that was even bigger than the information he had on Ms. Singer's bun in the oven. And so he told me and I was shocked.

What could be bigger than a pregnant belly? Well, it'd be the fact that our friend Kevin Bill proposed to his girlfriend Jessie.

Shocking. But I saw it coming and after discussing it with Allison later that night, the timing wasn't even much of a surprise. But yeah, Kevin Bill is getting married.

How about that.

I actually saw him later that night. First time in months, I think. He stopped by with Jessie and gave me a hug and told some story about wearing fingercots and something called the "rapefinger". Tasteless, but I couldn't expect any less from the guy.

But Kevin Bill is getting married.

I still can't get my head around that.

But I just started a new job at a law office as a lawyer's assistant. Easy, relaxed hours and dress code and I might get the chance to drive a Ford GT around sometime. The pay ain't bad, but it's less than I was making at Pigall's. The clincher though, are the hours. I'm so pumped to be working day shift; it's going to be amazing.

But I've gotta go to bed. I'm a bit tired as I ran for about 45 minutes at a hard pace. So much for taking it easy for a while.

A placeholder, really

In an effort to start writing my thoughts and ideas down, I came to the brilliant conclusion that I am in need of a blog. Sure, the bandwagon has been hopped onto about 2-3 years later than everyone else, but better late than never. The start of this journal of sorts is moreso a result of my graduation from college last week and the realization that I need to get my act together to ensure that I spend the rest of my life doing something I want to do as opposed to doing something that I hate in order to get the bills paid.

Basically, this is a catalyst for other things, more specifically, a sounding board for concept and glimmer. I need to build a portfolio and I need to get something out there and now that I have the time that I didn't have before, I've realized that I better get my ass in gear or I'll be working a shit job in a restaurant til the day I die.

And I don't want that.

It's time to go over to Kevin Male's place and have some fun. I've spent too many weekends working late hours and I've forgotten that no one does anything til at least 11. So much for being an early bird and all.