I've always been a big enough man to apologize when I feel I've wronged somebody. A few years ago I had a falling out with a friend I'd known since I was just a child. It wasn't necessarily the issue we were arguing over that caused the falling out, more the way that things were handled. It was indeed I who initiated the situation, though I tried to handle it differently. For a few days after the incident, I felt terrible about the way things happened - I knew they should have gone differently. So the next time I saw my now former friend, I walked up to him and I apologized. I told him that I felt terrible for the way things went down and I wished they'd gone differently. He, justifiably, brushed off my apology, telling me, "it still happened." He was right. The damage had been done.
In the time since that unpleasant incident, he's forgiven other mutual friends for far worse things than what I'd done - at least, far worse things in my perception of them, though he's made no attempt to reconcile with me. Mutual friends have expressed interest in attempting to help us patch things up, but perhaps things are too far gone.
Recent events have led to me looking my former friend up on MySpace, where I learned that he will be graduating from college this Wednesday. He's invited anybody to his graduation, provided they contact him and let them know. I'm considering asking one of our mutual friends if they are planning to go, and if so, if I might be able to tag along. I figure, even if he's still holding a grudge against me, I'm proud of my childhood friend for doing something I never did, and I can at least offer him my congratulations. Whether he accepts it or not, that's another story.
So tell me, what would you do in my situation - would you try to go to the graduation, or keep being a stubborn bastard with the "I apologized to him, he can come to me" attitude I've held for years?
First of all, FUCK Terrell Owens, and FUCK the Buffalo Bills. I hate stupid fucks like Terrell Owens who don't give a fuck about team loyalty. T.O. was playing for the Niners, then refused to play the next season unless he was traded. He got his wish and was traded to the Baltimore Ravens, whom he subsequently refused to play for. The little crybaby bitch finally got his way and wound up in Philadelpiha. I mean no offense to the Eagles fans that I know, but nothing made me happier than seeing the Eagles finally make the Super Bowl after failing in the NFC Championship for four straight years, just to choke and see Owens prove to be the worthless player he is. Now he's on my hometown Bills, who I haven't given a crap about in a decade and a half - when I was twelve. Guess who could care less but will hear more about it than 95% of NFL fans? Yeah. Fuck Owens and the Bills.
The second item here is that Rush Limbaugh needs to change his fucking name. I don't care about this fuck, but he's all over the digg.com front page, and I take a second look every time thinking that they're talking about the band Rush. If anything, submitters to digg need to use the traditional means of using the last name (or surname, if you speak proper English) in the article titles. If I saw something along the lines of "Limbaugh is at it again," I'd know to ignore it and move on - but when I see "Rush is at it again," I stop for a second to read the summary because I think Geddy Lee is up to something. Fuck Rush Limbaugh.
Thanks for listening!
The bright side is, I don't hate my job anymore. I said before that I'd be alright with it once I was done with training and back on overnights by myself, and here I am. Problem is, it's pretty boring. I kick back, hit up digg and delicious, then sit around watching CNN until 2AM. Then I have to do my actual job, and I watch King of the Hill and Family Guy while I'm doing that. Then I've got nothing to do the rest of the night, really, other than set up for breakfast in the "breakfast room." Seriously, I was so bored that I was playing Poppit on POGO last night.
I don't mind the job. I still would like to get out of here by summertime though. I got a job offer earlier today. They wanted me to be a scab for AT&T, whose workers are apparently going on strike. They said the job could last anywhere from one day to one month. I had to turn it down. I told them I had a job but still wanted something that paid more, so I was looking for something more permanent. They said they'll keep me in mind. Seriously, why do temp agencies get such a bad rap from some people?
President Obama is trying to get a stimulus package put through that will give us all $500. I'm all for it. I could get that cool Epiphone Les Paul Silverburst that I've been looking at for the past few months. I mean, I know I'm behind on bills, but I can catch up on those before the stimulus checks get mailed out.
Well, I'm off to find some other shit to do. Later, folks!
Ok, ok, this job's not so bad. I've actually just been sitting back here on my laptop for the last three hours waiting for something to do, be it help a customer or do my actual job. I'm still in training, but the guy training me is sitting out at the desk watching HBO - not that I need training, really. I've been doing this type of work for 6 years now.
I think what I don't like about it so far is the fact that I'm not used to working with other people, particularly not ones whom are looking over my shoulder to make sure I'm not screwing up. It's been four years since I've been in training anywhere, and I'm totally not used to it. I'm sure once this next week is over I'll be alright with this place. Still, that doesn't mean I won't be seeking other employment opportunities.
Barack Obama takes over on Tuesday, and I'm convinced that with a Democrat in the White House, things will get much better for the economy, and there will be more places hiring at decent wages. This $8.50 / hr. shit is ridiculous!
I got a new job. I don't think I've made any secret about that. I have not, however, mentioned that I am so not used to overnights anymore. This job is going to kick my ass. Quite frankly, I want out of the hotel business, and I want out soon. Fuck it, I'm going to bed. Good night everybody!