So, it took me 2 hours round trip to get to the only Wachovia near the city. Ridiculous, huh?
But it feels great to finally get a big paycheck into my account.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Trip to the bank?
So, it took me 2 hours round trip to get to the only Wachovia near the city. Ridiculous, huh?
But it feels great to finally get a big paycheck into my account.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Recent Endeavors
Where to begin...
Let me begin with my job. It has made me realize that I hate working with gay people....its like too much drama. And for one, I don't consider my flame to burn that bright so sometimes it gets frustrating working around people who just let it all show. I was working yesterday and I did something wrong and my boss kinda scolded me. I was about to walk out but I was like "I am better than this". By the end of yesterday I felt better cause I am starting to get into the groove of things. I guess, for me, I must go through some trial and error in order to really grasp a concept.
I feel like I have been living up to my age since I have been here. The most fun I have is going out to the bars with friends and just having a good ole time. The bars here are different like I have said in previous entries, but man, the ones I went to on Saturday were ridiculous. It was around midnight and Mike texted me to come meet him with his friends down at this bar called the Anvil ( the glory of living here is going out at midnight beecause nothing closes early especially on Saturdays). I met Mike outside (he had just gotten off work and he looked adorable). Anyway I got a pitcher of beer for both of us and we just all chatted *his friends were already beyond obliterated* but it was cool. They had two TV's in the bar, one playing a gameshow and the other playing something that I am not going to go into too much detail, but maybe you can figure it out. After an hour or so we all gathered our stuff and headed to this bar called "Jackhammer".
I had heard about this place, but didn't really know what I was getting into. First off, there was a cover, but this cover guaranteed you at least one drink which was nice. We got in and this place was packed, 3 floors of men dancing around, some dressed, some in some sort of leather outfit (haha it was bizarre). We drank......drank.......and drank even more. Mike and I were the only ones left to be out cause the rest of the gang called it a night. We continued to drink and watch this guy play pac-man at one of the arcade machines. By around like 3 AM i believe, Mike was like "let me show you the basement."
Well in order to get into the basement you have to wear some kind of leather piece HAHA. Well we took a little tour of it at least to show me what it was. IT was like this seedy dark place with a bar and all these guys around half in the nude (we don't have these places back at home, I felt like i was in an episode on showtime or some kind of law and order episode). Anyway to make this short caues I know its prob brutal to read, they had a room down in teh basement where people could have their "fun". It was called the "hole". HOW TRASHY.
I ended up getting back to Mike's apartment when the sun began to rise. JEEZE.
Things are going well. I don't feel like a tourist anymore. I am making friends. I actually went out to all you can eat sushi lastnight with the roommates then I met Mike for margaritas. I am happy...I have someone I can connect with, friends, a job, and I am getting my bearings straight with the city. I can see myself definitely living here.
I apologize if my blog entries are all about my drinking episodes lol, but I barely get out when I am home so this is all new experiences for me.
Let me begin with my job. It has made me realize that I hate working with gay people....its like too much drama. And for one, I don't consider my flame to burn that bright so sometimes it gets frustrating working around people who just let it all show. I was working yesterday and I did something wrong and my boss kinda scolded me. I was about to walk out but I was like "I am better than this". By the end of yesterday I felt better cause I am starting to get into the groove of things. I guess, for me, I must go through some trial and error in order to really grasp a concept.
I feel like I have been living up to my age since I have been here. The most fun I have is going out to the bars with friends and just having a good ole time. The bars here are different like I have said in previous entries, but man, the ones I went to on Saturday were ridiculous. It was around midnight and Mike texted me to come meet him with his friends down at this bar called the Anvil ( the glory of living here is going out at midnight beecause nothing closes early especially on Saturdays). I met Mike outside (he had just gotten off work and he looked adorable). Anyway I got a pitcher of beer for both of us and we just all chatted *his friends were already beyond obliterated* but it was cool. They had two TV's in the bar, one playing a gameshow and the other playing something that I am not going to go into too much detail, but maybe you can figure it out. After an hour or so we all gathered our stuff and headed to this bar called "Jackhammer".
I had heard about this place, but didn't really know what I was getting into. First off, there was a cover, but this cover guaranteed you at least one drink which was nice. We got in and this place was packed, 3 floors of men dancing around, some dressed, some in some sort of leather outfit (haha it was bizarre). We drank......drank.......and drank even more. Mike and I were the only ones left to be out cause the rest of the gang called it a night. We continued to drink and watch this guy play pac-man at one of the arcade machines. By around like 3 AM i believe, Mike was like "let me show you the basement."
Well in order to get into the basement you have to wear some kind of leather piece HAHA. Well we took a little tour of it at least to show me what it was. IT was like this seedy dark place with a bar and all these guys around half in the nude (we don't have these places back at home, I felt like i was in an episode on showtime or some kind of law and order episode). Anyway to make this short caues I know its prob brutal to read, they had a room down in teh basement where people could have their "fun". It was called the "hole". HOW TRASHY.
I ended up getting back to Mike's apartment when the sun began to rise. JEEZE.
Things are going well. I don't feel like a tourist anymore. I am making friends. I actually went out to all you can eat sushi lastnight with the roommates then I met Mike for margaritas. I am happy...I have someone I can connect with, friends, a job, and I am getting my bearings straight with the city. I can see myself definitely living here.
I apologize if my blog entries are all about my drinking episodes lol, but I barely get out when I am home so this is all new experiences for me.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Jackhammer
It's been one of those week's I tell ya. Just been busy trying to get into the groove of this job...its stressing me out just having to learn new material again...like i just wanna be a grocery boy haha.
On another note...time seems to be flying by more smoothly, I am losing count of the days wait its June 8th already. Been out way too much drinking and partying....o and by the way I am "seeing" someone now HAHA. I am tired right now and will give a full length update prob tomorrow morning.
On another note...time seems to be flying by more smoothly, I am losing count of the days wait its June 8th already. Been out way too much drinking and partying....o and by the way I am "seeing" someone now HAHA. I am tired right now and will give a full length update prob tomorrow morning.
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