well, finally got a job programming. programming a language i never even touched before to boot.
no matter, within a year i’m gonna back on the server side doin admin stuff again.

even better is that i just learned that my 2 best buds from college are living about 20 mins away from so i am wicked psyched about it.
it’s a little weird for me though–i’ve never had to dress up for a job before. every other job i’ve had i just wore either jeans or shorts and a t-shirt or coveralls, but now i have to wear something somewhat respectable, like a collar and some stupid khakis. whatever–long as they pay the bills that feed my bulldog mickey.
but i can say i’ve learned something from all this–
everyone lies. the only difference between me and you is the degree of lying that is involved in the introduction.
the more people talk about terrorists, the less i care about it.
money means a wicked lot—especially when you lose your atm pin number.
getting a fish tank that has a top when there are cats around is great fun.

but the most important thing i realized is that no matter who you are, or what you are going through,
there are people there to help you out and talk you up. when i was really down, the guy i respect most in this world read me a story by pat riley (basketball coach)–something like this
pseudo” when i was young, my father would make my older brothers take me to the local basketball courts to learn to play basketball. every day i would get shoved, hit, and made fun of. but every day i would be made to go back there. finally one dinner, my father asked where i was and he found me in the corner of the garage hiding behind the car and dragged me into the house before my brothers went to play ball. they asked him ‘why do we have to take him every day? all he does is get pushed and shoved all evening?’. my father looked at them, then at me and asked me what i thought. i told him i didn’t want to go there, that i was tired of being shoved around and that i was scared. he looked back at them and told them i was going because i had to learn. i had to learn not to be afraid.”

it’s little things like that that have an amazing effect on you when you’re not feeling your best. it’s those voices you need to hear that you’ve never bothered to listen to before that are the most helpful sometimes….