The New Job and The Manager

Well people, the suspense is over, you can release those breaths you held in for my benefit. I officially have myself a job! I’m going to be doing something i am already oh so familiar with, delivering pizzas. For round table pizza, specifically.

To be honest, I was a little bit worried when I went in. I walked up, manager was on the phone and asked me to wait a second, and at the time I was pretty sure she recognized me. Well I’m sitting there, twiddling my thumbs while I wait and 4 more people walk in, all asking about interviews. And all 4 get told theres no interviews today…. well fuck. So I walk on up, wait til she’s off the phone and ask her about it. And get told. “No no no, I asked you back today specifically so I could give you an interview.”

Well fuck yes, now I’m excited. Cause that answers sounds almost to me as good as already having the damn job. Go through the interview, and most of the questions were just a formality to make sure I wasn’t insane. 10 minutes later and the job was mine, I start thursday at 3. Hell fucking yes.

But the story doesn’t end there, boys and girls, oh no. See after I already had the job, she mentioned how she was always trying to get the round table pizza name out and around in Fallon. She mentioned they tried doorhangers, which seem to work pretty well so I casually mentioned lawnbombs, which she fucking loved. (For those you who don’t know, lawnbombs are flyers rolled tight with a rubber band around them, which are thrown in peoples lawns. Easy, huh?) So we talked a bit more about ways to better her business, maybe 20 minutes or so.

So now I’m here go-t0 idea guy, and I don’t even start until thursday. I can hardly even believe that yesterday I was feeling down cause I didn’t even have a job yet.

The End and The Mess

Since I haven’t had much to talk about on here lately, figured I might as well go ahead and let ya’ll in on whats been floating around my head as of this last week or so. For some reason,  my brain has been fixating on the apocalypse and super powers. Not necessarily at the same time, mind you, but they’ve both grabbed a hold and refused to let go. I think I’m going to focus on the end of the world for today, and leave super powers be for the moment.

The Apocalypse has managed to get me working on two very different short stories about the End of the World as we know it (And before you ask, no, you can’t read them, probably not even when they’re completely finished. Ok maybe, but only if you ask nicely). I’m still not sure whats got my brain chugging along on such fare, but I’m far from the only one. I’d say most of humanity has, or had at one time, a fascination on how this shit we call life is going to come to a screeching halt.

I mean think about it, how many movies, games and books are there out there about this same thing? Hell, as soon as man started creating nuclear bombs and other equally scary shit, the genre took the hell off. And all the different ways people have written about; Asteroids, Earthquakes, Global Warming, Plagues, Bombs, Bio-warfare, Aliens, Fucking solar flares (if you believe some of the 2012 crackpots), and we can’t forget cell phones or the fucking wind, courtesy of Good old Mr.’s King and Shamalamalaman or however the fuck you say it (Cell and The Happening, respectively. Catch the former, miss the latter if you hope to have any further use out of your brain).

So what is it about the end of the world thats got us so fucking fascinated? What is it that makes us want to stand on the edge of oblivion (or at least pretend to) and look out at the ending of everything our works have wrought?

No seriously, any of ya’ll have an idea? Cause I really don’t have a fucking clue.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a big ole abyss to stare into and see if any idea’s on the stories shake loose.

Good night, and thank you for visiting The Dakster’s brain.

P.S. In case you were wondering, 2012 is a crock of shit. Penn and Teller told me so.

The Interview and The Other Interview

Whelp, went in, waited 5 minutes, introduced myself to the manager, told her of my pizza experiance and got told to come back next monday. Hey, at least its not a “We’ll call you.” Right?

The Interview and The ‘Please don’t give me another fucking we’ll call you.”

So I’ve finally got another interview, over at round table pizza. They happen to be the only pizza place in fallon that is hiring drivers for any hours. I’ve actually got a good feeling about this, cause the manager who told me to come in for an interview with the GM said that my two years delivering should make a big difference. Who thought that would ever be the case, eh?

So off I’m going, just praying this doesn’t turn out like the others with a promise of a phone call that never fucking comes. Cross your fingers and wish me luck ya’ll, might just fucking need it.

The Small Town and The People

After living here for almost 2 weeks, I’ve come to decide that I really -can’t- decide how I feel about living in small towns compared to a largish city. They both have their perks, obviously. I do miss the convince of having everything I could want, right there at my fingertips, less than 30 minutes away. I don’t really miss having that 30 minute drive turn into a 2 hour hell due to traffic. There’s still a bit of traffic here, since its where several major highways intersect, but its not anywhere near as bad as H-town. Oh and I’m discovering the other problem of having only a few plays of business, where places like pizza hut and pappa johns were -always- hiring in H-town, got a big ole nadda here.

I’d say, so far, the biggest difference is the people. Sure there are nice people in Houston, and you meet a lot of them. But you meet a lot of the assholes too. I haven’t meet a single person here who wasn’t completely fucking kind to me, and who (if i was looking for it) wouldn’t do everything in their power to help me out. I don’t even get glared out for letting slip the occasionally Texas ‘ma’am’ like I did in new york.

So fuck it. I still can’t decide, right now H-town and Fallon are tied up in the overall statistics.

The Story and The More Nothing

I’ve got nothing going on thats even remotely interesting to write about. More job hunts, nother interview with an ‘I’ll call you.” More waiting to hear back from anyone. But cause I promised to try and post here on a semi-regular basis, I’ve decided to give you guys a story I wrote awhile back. To be honest, its really the only story I’ve liked enough to -show- anyone. So here you go, enjoy.

The Noble Quest of Sir Gage
               Gage stood in front of the castle in his shining blue
armor, staring up at its massive coal black walls and immense towers.
He had finally made it. After coming thousands of miles, battling his
way through hordes of ogres and goblins, slaying the evil dragon of
Gorm, destroying the armies of the despicable Lord Seth and swimming
across the boiling river of Norgul, he had finally made it. He slowly
reached into his bag and brought out the simple looking piece of
parchment that had brought him all this way and emboldened him to
face such extreme perils.
               "Hero wanted! Damsel in distress, Lady Vanessa. Has
radiant golden hair, eyes like the forest in spring, skin as smooth as
silk and as pale as buttermilk and a voice as sweet as birdsong. Rescue
in the highest tower in Baron Vex's Onyx Castle in the Ruterg province.
Reward for services is the lady's hand in marriage. Must bring own sword."
                Gage had spent many a sleepless night on the road dreaming
of Lady Vanessa. How he longed to caress her hair, hear her sing to him in
her sweet nightingale voice, get lost in her deep green eyes, and now he was
here! All he had to do was make it past whatever was in the castle, and he
was sure that Vex wouldn't give her up so easily. He strode up to the gates,
gave them a mighty push, and almost stumbled as they swung open quite easily.
Inside the courtyard it looked like a great battle had gone on. The floor was
littered with the bones of fallen heroes and orcs; which, judging from the dust,
must have been there for at least 40 years. As he stood on the threshold and
glanced around he heard a ferocious shout and turned to see a massive figure
in jet black armor striding towards him. He quickly drew his sword and made
ready to face this challenge.

               "I am the great Baron Vex! Who dares to enter my castle and
disturb me! Answer or I shall crush you like a bug!"

               "I am Sir Gage of the Cobalt Knights, and I am here to rescue
the Lady Vanessa! Ready yourself, Beast, for today you die!"
               With the customary exchange of boasts out of the way, the Baron
took his huge mace off his back and charged the gallant knight. Gage was easily
able to dodge the lumbering blow, but was still knocked off his feet by the impact
into the ground. Vex ripped the mace free from the broken cobblestones and swung
it down upon Gage yet again. Gage was barely able to get his shield up in time and
the mace struck it, shattering it into a million pieces and peppering both combatants
with fragments. Gage quickly thrust his sword into a gap between the figure’s helmet
and breastplate, and was rewarded with a howl of pain and a gush of blood. The Baron
began to stumble backwards and slowly toppled over to move no more.
              Gage staggered to his feet, using his one good arm to push himself up.
He glanced at the body of the Baron, but did not go near it. At last all the obstacles
were out of his way. He ran to the bottom of the stairs and began to take them three
at a time; he must get to the top and rescue the lady of his dreams! When he reached
the door at the top of the tower, he took the keys off the hook on the wall and went
over what he was going to say as he opened the door and took his noble bow. This was
it, the moment he had been dreaming of for the past three years of his life. He opened
the door and bowed low.
             "Hail fair lady! I am Sir Gage of the Cobalt Knights and I am here to
rescue....you? Umm excuse me; I think I have the wrong room. I'm looking for the fair
Lady Vanessa."
             "Well you've found her" crooned the grizzled old thing as it limped to him.
"Now kiss me and take me to your noble steed so we may ride away into the sunset together!"
             Err, just uh, give me one second." He pulled the ad from his pack again.
“Let's see, thought Gage, Radiant golden hair? Well the hair she has is almost golden,
though it’s not on her head. And it's more dirty than radiant, except for the beard,
that's pretty shiny. Eyes like the forest in spring… Maybe not spring, possibly winter,
they kind of have that deadwood grey-brown look. It's hard to tell through the bushy
eyebrows. Skin as smooth as silk and as pale as buttermilk? It might have been smooth
at one point but with the wrinkles that point is obviously long past. But the patches
that aren't covered in grime are almost buttermilk in color. Voice as sweet as birdsong?
Well not a nightingale… but maybe a buzzard.”
           "So what're you waiting for, whisk me away so we can live happily ever after!"
           With that, Gage made a decision. He shut the door with his good hand, locked
it and walked away. He imagined he could almost hear her pounding on the door when he
reached the bottom, but no, it must have been the wind.
           Gage pushed the gates open again and walked out of the castle. As he marched
over the drawbridge he slowly pulled a slip of parchment from his pack.
           "Lady Elizabeth," he thought as he strode into the sunset, "now there's a
pretty name."
					

The Thanks and The Support

I really just wanted to take a brief second to thank everyone who supported this sudden, life changing switcharoo I decided to do. And I’m mean everyone, from the friends and family who wished me the best and didn’t tell me I was crazy (even though everyone was thinking it, including myself). Thank you to the friends who dropped everything to hang out and say goodbye to me my last few days in Houston, and the friend who went out of his way to organize it all. The friends I talked to on the trip to keep myself sane through all the trials and tribulations. The family who called me out of the blue to give me advice on what to do with my car.

As thankful as I am to everyone, there’s a few I’d like to thank a bit more specifically. I have to thank my grandparents for letting me stay with them for a few days midway. For loading up my cooler with fresh ice and a restock of food. For taking me out to see the sights and get my mind off of everything that had happened so far. So thank you guys, meant a lot to me.

I also want to thank The Pixie, for dealing with me on the phone whenever I felt the need to call her. For listening to me vent and scream and cuss when I had to deal with my car or the other problems. For being the one to push me over the edge and actually decide to go through with what was only an idea at first.

I have to thank my little brother, for keeping my secret the last few days. For not going off on me to hard, even though I know he thought I was making a huge mistake. For staying up til 3am to help me pack the last few things and say goodbye, even though he had to be awake at 7am himself. For making me a hella good mix CD to listen to and for writing me that letter I’ll always keep.

I’d be remiss if I didn’t thank Neo and Arec, for offering someone they had never met a place to stay, and for not kicking me out once they met me. For being patient as my two day trip turned into a 7 day trip. For all the help they’ve given in the job hunt, and for having to deal with me when It hasn’t gone so well.

I’m going to thank my mom and stepdad as well, for only questioning if this was what I wanted to do once, then supporting me all the way through when I said it was. For buying my car a new battery, since the old one had never been replaced. For loading me up with two coolers and a duffel bag full of food so I wouldn’t have to stop and spend money on fast food crap. For being with me on the phone during every little hiccup, organizing my help from far away Houston. For loving me and letting me love them back.

And last but not least I have to thank my dad. Thank him for giving birth to this restart, even if it was in a messed up way. Thank him for not disowning me completely after finding out I was 4 hours down the road to moving away, without having told him of my plans. Thank him for shelling out the credit card to get my fucked up car fixed to getme up here, and for not grumbling to much about it. Thank him for organizing places for me to sleep while the car was getting fixed, again. And to thank him for still loving me, even after all the bullshit we’ve put each other through.

The Hunt and The Jobs

Just a quick update for anyone that cares, I was not steered wrong with the job oppurtunities here. Stopped by the local employment assistance agency and filled out about 15 applications, mostly for work out at the local navy base. Few other possibilities as well, but those were the main ones. Today I’m headed out to put in at some of the local fastfood places, not cause I want to work there, but because they hire quick and its a job I can do while waiting to hear back on others. Wish me luck ya’ll.

The Nothing and The Job Hunt

Well, I’ve decided to pull a god. See, after the 6 days of hell on my trip, I’m taking myself a day of rest. Maybe 2. So, I’m doing nothing. Well not -nothing- obviously. But nothing on the hardcore job hunt side. I did apply for a job as a dispatcher for the sheriffs department, mostly because the opening was closing today. I go in to take a test for it next friday.

I drove around town a bit, windows down, music up, just getting to know the area. I visited the devil’s loction in town (Wal-mart) but had just as hard a time hating it as ever, since I bought a week’s worth of supplies for 20 bucks.

I do plan to do a bit of writing, maybe finish up at least one of my apocolypse flavored ones. I’ll fill you fuckers in on the rest of the boring details later.

The Final Drive and The House

I made it in, finally. Fallon, Nevada. And let me tell you, not what I’d expected from -anywhere- in Nevada. Its green, and farmlandy. I’d really expect it to be somewhere in Texas or Oklahoma or something. I was literally driving through brown mountains and then about 10 miles from where Fallon was supposed to be I came up over a hill and BAM a big wide open green valley spread out before me.

I’m all settled in to, got my sheets on the bed, tv set up on the igloo, and of course my comp unpacked and running. More news tomorrow sometime, when theres more to say.

Oh and let me just say, next time anyone hears me even -mention- an across the country roadtrip, put the gun to my head and pull the damn trigger, cause I have lost my mind.