Turns out...

Well, you can't say that I didn't know what I was talking about in my last post when, over a year ago, I wrote that I would more than likely forget that I had ever made this thing. Which turned out to be a pretty accurate statement. Possibly suggesting some kind of psychic powers, a freakish sense of intuition, or just common sense. Really, it's up to you. 

The last year has been an exciting one to say the least, but really, our time is probably better spent on jumping into the near past. If I talked about all that has happened in the last year, this post would be almost certain to hit thousands of pages, thus bringing the whole of the internet to a crashing halt. Stock prices in Singapore would start plummeting eventually leading to a complete global economic collapse, and I would be lynched by the suddenly poor and hungry. Or maybe I am just too lazy. 

Today was my third day working at Best Buy out at Village Pointe. It's an exciting job filled with interactions with all kinds of product that I love in a pretty relaxed environment. I have no doubt that as the holidays get closer the stress level will rise exponentially, but as of mid September, I think I am sitting pretty damn well off. I am an Operations Senior, which means that I count all of the money in the store and approve overrides, all while being in charge of customer satisfaction and the check out lanes as well. It is very similar to what I did as an Assistant Manager at Hy-Vee, which is probably why I got this job, as I was told that for positions at my level they very rarely hire from the outside. 

A quick thought on Hy-Vee: Fuck you, Mark Parker.

Moving on.

I am still in school, although this semester has not been near as demanding as some of the past ones. Nevertheless, I feel as if I am actually doing more work. I know that it's probably just because I am taking classes with a slower pace but I am okay with that. With everything going on, it's all right to take a breather every now and again. 

During the last couple of weeks, my friends and I have taken to adopting a tradition that has only been spoken of in hushed whispers for the last several centuries, a tradition that precedes the discovery of electricity, gravity, and even fire; a call back to our heathenistic and primal ways: I speak of course, about THE BRODEO.

 

For those of you unaware, the Brodeo is a celebration of manliness. Or something like that. Mostly it's about a lot of really good friends deciding that they're going to party likes it's motherfucking Ragnarok. This usually starts out like this:

As you can see, a fairly simple night of drinking with the boys. However, it is around the sixth beer and the third shot that something truly goes wrong, and the Brodeo rolls into town. Unfortunately, this is the true face of the Brodeo:

Shirtless men, trading booze and bullshitting stories, throwing things at the wall and pissing outside. Broken glass and fire seared skin. Not even God can save you now.

I believe that that is all for this new post. However, before I leave I shall make a solemn oath: that I shall update again more frequently. Until next time.

(and yes, I know, this ends rather abruptly. Chaos!!)