...And the Big Changes

it's been sort of a goofy week and I didn't really know how to explain it until I had enough content to really make a post.

The guys in the house had a bit of a falling out on sunday that led into monday. After a conference it was decided that Tim and I would be leaving the house for greener pastures.It wasn't any sort of cool survivor-esk voting process it just made more sense for the 3 who really were good friends to stay in the house and the 2 that were good friends get out.

so the early part of my week was spent freaking out about what i would be doing. where i would live and how i would afford it. I sent out SOS messages to Nik, who happens to be in the real estate business, and my friend Paul who has recently moved and had a large list compiled of places to live that he finds acceptable.

Nik came through for us big and was able to secure a place for us to setup shop and was able to get us a rad deal to boot. big props to nik for being my hero.

The next couple of my days were spent in leadership training where I get to learn about what makes you a good leader and how to handle different situations. It was neat because I was able to break the monotony of normal work, play with legos for one activity, and get free fancy lunches for 2 days.

Overall it was a pretty sweet experience and gives me hope for my business. there are many days in life when you question if you are doing something you love and if it is worth it. after this training, I can say it is worth it, 100%.

Thursday night was spent taking a bitching nap after having to wake up at 6 for 2 days straight. which is totally not cool in my book. so after my nap I got up, got dressed and headed out to meet the guys.

I hadn't had anything to eat since lunch so I figured why not go south of the border for a little taco justice. I ordered a couple of those chicken ranchero tacos. I will never have one again since it decided to leak out of the taco, saturate the wrappered then drop a hefty amount of chicken,ranch, and pico de gao on my my coat, effectively making me look that i had ralphed, blew chunks, tossed my cookies, or whatever hurling reference you want to use. In addition to the coat looking like shit, the liquid had drained on my lap making me look like i pissed a big gulp out of myself.

So instead I sat in my car and rocked out to a little hahatonka, which is quickly becoming one of my favorite bands. But it's not my musical stylings you're here for. When I felt as if my pants were dry enough I rolled into the bar to find Klister and Nik already tossing a couple back. I sat down and then regaled them in a tale of the day.

I was in class and they were talking about the difference between people who are classified as sensors and those who are intuitive. Sensors are people who need to have a specific level of detail and direction for them to excelled because they have those bench marks to monitor they find ways to make it up. Intuitive people like myself are people who need no rules to succeed, that we have several ideas and we will often test as many of them as we can to reach a similar outcome as the sensors. They had me stand up in front of the class, which should be noted is full of people who are in their mid to late 30's and i
m 21 almost 22. awkward.

So they were trying to define our thought processes and the thing we were trying to do was build a bike from start to finish. so the way my mind works it was a good time for a joke. so when they asked me what i would do, i said
1. empty the box
2. cut a hole in the box
3. put your junk in the box
4. make her open the box.

Now there was a long silence as none of them got my amazing pop culture joke luckily the teach was savvy and started to laugh and then i had to really answer the question. which was not as amusing.

Somewhere during our conversations with Amber, who is probably one of the most beautiful and coolest chicks I'll ever have the luck to meet, we were talking about how strong human hair is. Remember, we're dorks. So anyways Amber turned her hair into small ponytails and all 3 of us screamed handle bars. Amber looked at us quizzically, apparently never hearing the term handle bars. Being the gentlemen we are ,we quickly explained the meaning. She exclaims how shes not into S&M and i respond,"listen we're just looking for something to hold onto, not a fucking safe word...." To this she responds looking me straight in the eyes.. "BUBBLE GUM" and she screams it like 6 more times. This exchange seems to entertain us for that night and carried into the next.

We ended up drinking them out of Cherry Doctor, hey we like dice... see dork comment above. So we end up switching to bazooka bombs, which taste like... bubble gum. Tim shows up at some point in the night, smelling of hillbilly's from the country show he had to go to for work. We ate, drank, and were merry, so it was a good night. I got home and due to circumstances beyond my control stayed up until 9 am the next day, which made me awake for 27 hours.

I crashed and woke up at 5 pm, I meandered around the house for a few minutes when Nik calls to ask what were doing for dinner. I'm not overly picky and neither are they so we spend too much time trying to find a place to eat. So we went to the Texas roadhouse. It was my first time there and will probably be my last.

It wasn't like it was bad food, just wasn't a lot of fun. One of the great things there is the bread and butter service. According to Tim the reason the combination of the two is so delicious is because of the 10 teaspoons of Orphan Blood that are added to the dough. Tim suggests we market our own brand of Orphan blood that suggests that it creates a taste you just can't beat.

After that dinner we drove out to UWGB who apparently likes to show "artistic films" on Friday. I didn't know the man who knew too little was overly artistic, but I like Bill Murray so it was a time well spent. On out way to the theater we met a lost and confused young man who could only speak Spanish. we tried to help him find his way back to where he needed to be but he could only say one word, Commercial, and that wasn't ringing any bells.

After the movie we went over to Kasey's dorm room, a friend of mine and Tim's from high school. We had root beer floats, made with instead of vanilla, butter pecan . My love for floats outweighed my blind hatred for butter pecan, and to be honest it wasn't all that bad. Me and Tim did our comedy routine for Kasey and her roommates, which is always a good time. The one problem with hanging at Kasey's is shes got a house like an old person, its like 190 degrees in there all the time, and being the polar bear I am, its just not good business.

We went out for a few beers, but as usual Amber got us drunk, so kudos to her for doing whats best for us. We left the bar and went to wal-mart to get movies to watch, I bought Day watch on DVD and some legos, because after that class, i had this primal need to build shit.

And that was my week thus far, not as funny or as entertaining, but still a quality week none the less.

I'm out
-Jeric