Friday, August 31, 2007

An Attempt To Blog

You've all heard me say that I'm the youngest old man that you will ever meet, so it should come as no surprise that when I hear the term "blog" I immediately think that you actually said "blob" and I'm left confused about why you'd brainshift from talking about the internet to talking about an old cartoon (it was a cartoon, right? The Blob? whatever...). Anyway, the point is that I have no idea what I'm doing, and I'm not very creative anyway, so this is going to be a little disheveled. I'm actually fairly confident that no one will ever read this blog after this first post, so I guess it won't matter anyway.

I really love my new job so far, but I've just been drinking the company kool-aid for the past week, so it remains to be seen whether I'll end up regretting my decision or not. An interesting thing happened recently, though, that you may be interested in. You know those stories you hear in sacrament about someone who was really in need of some comfort or an answer, so they said a little prayer and opened their scriptures to (gasp) the perfect verse? Well, I was pretty freaked out about making a decision to leave a fairly decent job which I believe He blessed me to have just to take a huge paycut and work in some interesting conditions, so I decided that I "lacked wisdom" and that I should turn to the scriptures. I flipped open to Alma 29:3. Crap. If I come crawling back with my tail between my legs, will you take me back, Daddy Schein? Please...? Seriously, though, the new job is pretty great. I was talking to my friend here the other day and he told me that just since the beginning of the year he has racked up $15,000 worth of free travel, and he didn't even travel for three of those months because they had a baby. Of course, traveling doesn't really feed the kids (well...I guess I could horde the peanuts), but still, it's pretty great.

Did anyone happen to watch the Utes get spanked last night? Wow, that was painful. You should all be aware that I am a rabid BYU fan, so it goes without saying that I absolutely hate the dreaded "team up north," but I found myself pitying those poor suckers all night long. Wayne and Larry, if you are reading this, you have my condolences. Even though I hate the U, I know how to properly respect the dead though, so let's have a moment of silence for our Utah Brothers (wayward as they may be).
Well, my lunch break is almost up, so I must be off. Tomorrow's BYU's first game, so you can expect either a victory post or some sort of self-pity wallowing next time.

Take care everyone,