Sunday Night Workout

Sunday night here. Feels like Sunday. Probably feels more like Sunday than I've ever experienced a Sunday to feel. In other words, slow. Useless. Resting, yes, but useless because I was already well-rested.

Seeing as how I am still job searching, and nothing goes on in business on a Sunday night, I have decided to call a buddy top join me for a workout. All the gyms are closed, so I have to resort to the apartment complex "room". Better than nothing. As always, ad nauseum, I have to prep my body for the optimal strength, energy, and focus. 80-minutes pre-workout, I drink a shake consisting of the following:

1 scoop waxy maize powder
1.5 scoop chocolate whey protein
1 banana

Seeing as how this is only my third meal fo the day and it's almost 7:00pm, I hope it is enough for a difficult shoulder session. Time to slug some water.

30-min before the workout I will take some SuperPump, which always helps with blood flow to the working muscles, thereby increasing strength and effectiveness of the training session.

After the workout, I try to make a shake consisting of 3g of carbs : 1g of protein, totaling approximately 500 or 600 calories. That should be enough to aid in the growth and recovery process.

DONE.

Jobs... no jobs

Never in my lifetime have I had a problem getting a job within a few weeks time. This year, however, seems to be a different story. It's been two months now, and I've gone relatively dry with my business. I've seen the trend and applied to numerous jobs, one of which has called me back, and that was just yesterday. Bunch of assh*les.

It hurts, not knowing when your next dollar is coming. It makes you feel like everything you've worked up to is all for not and it really feels like it will never end. I kind of feel good this week though. A week-long visit back home rejuvenated me and made my outlook seem a little more positive. Things obviously can't get too much worse, unless I completely run out of cash. Let's hope that's not the case.

This all being said, I know I'm not the only one in this situation. That, still, does not help the actuality of it all.

Time for the gym...

Paying Respects to the Past

Hello. If you are reading this blog, well, congrats for finding it. I haven't updated it in over a year (I think).

I used to post things to the blog for others to see, but I want to try a new approach (for me), which is probably the same approach that MOST people use a blog for; getting thoughts out of my head and somewhere where someone else may see (and judge) them. Leave comments, do whatever you are entitled to do. I am one of the many individuals who truly doesn't care what others have to say about their lives - unless they are close friends or relatives - and I don't expect anyone else to think this is interesting at all. After all, I am fairly normal.

I titled this blog "Paying Respects to the Past" because my newest thought, derived from my current situation in life, is that we must remember the past because that is exactly what has brought us to where we are now. Paths cross in part because of the decisions we make, but more so because of the decisions people before us have made. In that sense, we are just a small piece of the puzzle, but I think that too many of us feel we are the answer and we want everyone else to hear us. Again, take or leave my philosophy because it's been said a million times by now. These are just my thoughts of the day in electronic medium.

More to the point, my current situation (much like many people's situations) has taken a tumble from the peak I had once achieved. Highs and lows in the market... highs and lows in personal achievements. A confidence and certainty of the future turns into a brewing negativity and pessimism of, "What now?" Just like the market. Perhaps time will tell, and perhaps it will heal all wounds, and if it doesn't kill me it will make me stronger. All the positivity doesn't change the fact that the situation sucks. It sucks, but misery loves company and I know that the company probably has it much worse than I do.

Now it's time for decisions. Tough life-changing decisions. And these decisions will shape the future for many more people than just me. Let's not be narrow-minded here.

-J

Almost broke a rib

Another day in hell

Today I learned what my hell would be like:

I would wake up at 6:30am, iron a shirt, put my tie on, put on a pair of uncomfortable dress shoes, and drive to work dreading the people I'd have to work with that day. So, I'd arrive at work and start grading reports from students who don't give a shit (so they continually screw up their reports, making more work for themselves and me). I'd then have my random conversation with someone interrupted by seemingly everyone else in the office (because they all know everything). Afterwards I'd have 'Team Leaders' say "Hey you, I NEED you to do this," when they are the ones who are supposed to be completing that particular task. Then maybe, just maybe, I'd go to lunch a little late. I'd come back from lunch only to find my team members looking at me as if to say "Wow, that was a long lunch," when in reality I took my authorized hour-long lunch. I'd continue dealing with random bullshit all day until about 5:30pm or 6:00pm, when my work is complete and I have worked almost an hour over what I was scheduled to work. The next day I'd come in about 30 minutes past the normal start time of 8:00am (taking my rightful compensation time) and people would say things like, "Oh I'm so glad you came in, people have been PANICKING and looking all over for you," and "Oh, you decided to show up."

All the while I'd be thinking to myself, 'Nice paycheck, but am I being paid to do a job or to manage my temper when dealing with assh0le colleagues?' Hell, when a student comes up to me and asks, "Hey sir, how do you deal with these lame-o instructors?" it really makes me wonder. Complaints aside, the reality is that one man's treasure is another man's trash. Someday we'll find the golden ticket dogg.

Songs to work on...

Most of these are pretty easy now that I have a better grasp of the fretboard. Sometimes I think the best sounding songs are the easiest ones to play.

The White Stripes
-Seven Nation Army

Nirvana
-Polly
-Come As You Are

Stone Sour
-Through the Glass

Chevelle
-Comfortable Liar
-Send the Pain Below

Incubus
-I miss you
-Megalomaniac
-Make Yourself
-Pardon Me

Around town

Here's some things that happened today:

1. Work was slow for a change. All the a-bags left early. Yesssss.

2. I was hungry often.


After work.

Two clowns we met later in the day.

3. Apparently one of our friends cried after watching The Notebook.

OJ Happy Bowl

Happy G.I. numba one funny boy!!!

F*ck you

Eat my @$$ with a spork.

Ideas on paper

The book idea that started on December 28th, 2006 is no longer just an idea. Preliminary character development has begun. The meat and potatoes flavor of the book has been chosen. Folders have been created, emails have been tabbed. Drawing and correspondence has taken place and continues to expand weekly. We're both on the same sheet of music, and this time it's more like "it's about time" than "maybe it'll work this time". This can't possibly be a one man job anyway, so here we go.