So, today I was called a dick a douchebag and a trooper. The person who called me a dick and a douchebag was the same person, and it was actually funny. This was not a bad thing really, he just called me this because he finally saw my photos online and thought I was holding out on him. He wants me to teach him my tricks to photography, he went on the rant for quite some time, but all in fun. Apparently people do like my photography and that has been making me feel good, hell I'm over 9,000 views on Flickr already...WOO-HOO! Still kinda freaked out about having my photos on exhibit on a wall for people to see and critique.
Which then leads me to being called a trooper and sort of in awe of my quick rebound from long nights. So I've been going out a lot more recently and it's been fun meeting some interesting people, and then seeing them again. One person who expected me to be dead by night three and they asked my boss how I was doing, and lo and behold I'm doing just fine and they could not believe it. Some of you know I have a very short recovery period and I'm good on just a couple of hours of sleep, or if I have to not sleeping at all. I'm young I need to have fun, no regrets later, so I keep doing it. That's it.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
...WOW
So yeah, uhmmm not much to report on my side here, been having fun, hanging out everywhere and meeting new people. Nothing can cheer a guy up like being offered to be blown at a bar. How and why this happened is beyond me, but hey what the hell...right? Also great to know that employees at a certain bookstore thought I was cute but were not allowed by management to talk to me...Stupid management. But yay that's good to know too.
On a completely different topic I am beginning to hate the Salvation Army, partially because it's my fault but oh well. I learned my lesson never buy anything in advance, from here on out it's generic gifts and nothing else for almost everyone. I mean not spending too much money and special ordering stuff for anyone, especially when over $200 worth of stuff is valued at $5 by the Salvation Army. From here on out it's off the shelf anything.
And I'm really beginning to like work again, and am now being called the creative one. Working on an awesome grant proposal or a community wide art project, I feel so important driving around to meetings and talking to directors of stuff. I am doing this completely unprofessionally in shorts and a soccer jersey, but I semi-fill the artist look by doing this. Wish me luck, and now back to the phones to get more money and people involved...This is awesome!
On a completely different topic I am beginning to hate the Salvation Army, partially because it's my fault but oh well. I learned my lesson never buy anything in advance, from here on out it's generic gifts and nothing else for almost everyone. I mean not spending too much money and special ordering stuff for anyone, especially when over $200 worth of stuff is valued at $5 by the Salvation Army. From here on out it's off the shelf anything.
And I'm really beginning to like work again, and am now being called the creative one. Working on an awesome grant proposal or a community wide art project, I feel so important driving around to meetings and talking to directors of stuff. I am doing this completely unprofessionally in shorts and a soccer jersey, but I semi-fill the artist look by doing this. Wish me luck, and now back to the phones to get more money and people involved...This is awesome!
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
The UN-Great Baraboo
This place deserves a rant blog, so here goes.
You horrible, horrible brewery never again shall I set foot in your establishment. Let me tell you, you are not worth it; your beer is awful. Who the hell added the sugar to your beer? I was ahead of Mike in drinking last night and the holding back from puking after trying every beer was a great sign for him. If your beer was good I could deal with the horrible service. On the service note, YOU SUCK! Thank you for forgetting to place my order after you acknowledge it, thank you for ignoring me the rest of the night too. I was totally ok with you hitting on the two old married guys and then chumming it up with the Gay Carney sitting across from us. To the other waitress it took all of my strength not to jump over the bar and smack you for singing "Come on Barbie Let's Go Party" every fucking 3 minutes.
Also I know you'll never find this blog or even read it but you sure as hell were not pretty enough to be getting away with what you were doing last night. I don't care, I can deal with bad service under the following conditions: 1. You have good beer - you failed miserably at this 2. You have good food - I don't know if you did, because you chose to ignore us and forgot our order 3. you are hot - HAHAHAHA, not even close, although you did think you were. I'm not quite sure if you can tell but I pretty much hated the whole experience last night. I would not even send my enemies to this bar, but if you are looking for someplace with shitty beer, carny folk, ugly waitresses that are annoying as fuck, then this is definitely the place for you. Me, I'm totally fine with being on a first name basis at the Motor City Brewery, you know a brewery with great beer, great food, and a great staff.
You horrible, horrible brewery never again shall I set foot in your establishment. Let me tell you, you are not worth it; your beer is awful. Who the hell added the sugar to your beer? I was ahead of Mike in drinking last night and the holding back from puking after trying every beer was a great sign for him. If your beer was good I could deal with the horrible service. On the service note, YOU SUCK! Thank you for forgetting to place my order after you acknowledge it, thank you for ignoring me the rest of the night too. I was totally ok with you hitting on the two old married guys and then chumming it up with the Gay Carney sitting across from us. To the other waitress it took all of my strength not to jump over the bar and smack you for singing "Come on Barbie Let's Go Party" every fucking 3 minutes.
Also I know you'll never find this blog or even read it but you sure as hell were not pretty enough to be getting away with what you were doing last night. I don't care, I can deal with bad service under the following conditions: 1. You have good beer - you failed miserably at this 2. You have good food - I don't know if you did, because you chose to ignore us and forgot our order 3. you are hot - HAHAHAHA, not even close, although you did think you were. I'm not quite sure if you can tell but I pretty much hated the whole experience last night. I would not even send my enemies to this bar, but if you are looking for someplace with shitty beer, carny folk, ugly waitresses that are annoying as fuck, then this is definitely the place for you. Me, I'm totally fine with being on a first name basis at the Motor City Brewery, you know a brewery with great beer, great food, and a great staff.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
I'm out of my funk
YAY!!!
It takes a kind word, a good friend, a great beer, or that quick glance from someone to make you feel good again. Or in my case it's doing something you didn't think you had in you and actually being a good guy about it. I am not going into the details of what happened (some of you know) but I did something to surprise myself last Monday night, and I have no regrets about it. Right now I'm living life to have fun and to see what happens. I'm OK again, I'm back to normal. I am also on a photography kick and I'm loving every minute of it. My photos are coming out OK in my opinion, still need to work on my technique and skills.
I realized I'm out of my funk by being called a brat at work again by my co-workers and finally being able to joke around and goof off again. My favorite part of last week was hearing a co-worker say "we can tell them we know Konrad," hahahaha, I know a lot of people and apparently get preferential treatment. I am totally OK with this, it's not what you know but who you know, I am a people person I talk to random people, this is how I was invited to some dude's BBQ waiting in line at the Secretary of State, or how I am going to be hooked up at an Arabic restaurant near Mike and Joyce's place, we should look into this. I find silences awkward and will break them up, sometimes that works well and at other times it backfires, but that still doesn't stop me.
Just remember kids I'm back to my old self for now, and I'm loving every minute of it.
It takes a kind word, a good friend, a great beer, or that quick glance from someone to make you feel good again. Or in my case it's doing something you didn't think you had in you and actually being a good guy about it. I am not going into the details of what happened (some of you know) but I did something to surprise myself last Monday night, and I have no regrets about it. Right now I'm living life to have fun and to see what happens. I'm OK again, I'm back to normal. I am also on a photography kick and I'm loving every minute of it. My photos are coming out OK in my opinion, still need to work on my technique and skills.
I realized I'm out of my funk by being called a brat at work again by my co-workers and finally being able to joke around and goof off again. My favorite part of last week was hearing a co-worker say "we can tell them we know Konrad," hahahaha, I know a lot of people and apparently get preferential treatment. I am totally OK with this, it's not what you know but who you know, I am a people person I talk to random people, this is how I was invited to some dude's BBQ waiting in line at the Secretary of State, or how I am going to be hooked up at an Arabic restaurant near Mike and Joyce's place, we should look into this. I find silences awkward and will break them up, sometimes that works well and at other times it backfires, but that still doesn't stop me.
Just remember kids I'm back to my old self for now, and I'm loving every minute of it.
Monday, August 3, 2009
What an interesting weekend
It started off with work ehh, then tennis and the bar (cougar central that night). It seriously became the weekend I needed, it wasn't what I should have done but I did. It became the weekend of talking to old friends and some that wouldn't be considered friends. Saturday included going to Kuhnehn's brewery to hang out with the normal gang, then afterwards it was a call to an old friend, a friend from the recently mentioned asshole phase. These friends were douchebags, but not the pop collared douchebags the HIMYM Barney douchebag the ones that did everything they could and would never call you again. It turned into an almost hour conversation with him, he told me that I'm not that guy anymore, and that it's a good thing I changed. At least he thought I changed, he went on to tell me that although we used to hang out a lot, and we did certain things similarly, he told me I was never really like them, I actually had feelings. Thank you, at least I feel a little better about that. He went on to tell me that I am in all honesty a good person that like other things I do, I have no idea how to take things slowly or how to do anything small. Mike also noted this during Tennis it's the true fight or flight mantra of my life, its go big or go home type.
This led me into calling a person I wouldn't call a friend anymore, but it was something I had to do. This was awkward to say the least because I had to go find my old phone to get the number, and lo and behold it's still the same number. Oddly enough she still had my number programmed into her phone. I ended up apologizing for how I treated her and how I strung her along for a few years during my asshole phase. I literally had a girl that was basically head over heels for me but I was too dumb to realize what it really was, she was always there if I needed to go out or talk, I took this for granted, I always did. She was the last resort girl, if I had nothing else to do, or no one to hang out with, I was the guy who was always busy or doing something when she would call to hang out. I did not know how to start the conversation, and it was obvious she didn't know what to say either. But after the Hello how are you, I just ended up saying I'm truly sorry for what I did, I finally got to tell her what I've wanted to say for a few years now. I've felt bad about it but have been too much of a coward to even say anything to her because I felt so bad, I've decided you can't live your life regretting everything and the things you do regret you have to make amends with. It actually turned into a good conversation, the weirdest question was when she asked why the sudden change, and in all honesty I told her I've finally been hurt emotionally and am reflecting on how I've acted, she said I'm finally growing up. The conversation went on for a while and ended ok, and I'm actually happy that she found someone and is going to get married in a few months.
And the last old friend was someone who contacted me on Sunday, and his advise to me was "cowboy the f*ck up" and get over it. Yes he did use a Bruce Willis movie quote, but it kinda helped. He went on to say that he knows that I'm a good guy and that whoever I chose must have been a good person, but I have to get over it. He went on to say it's not like you were in love or anything...silence....and the Oh shit moment was priceless. He still says that his advice holds, he went on to tell me to stop torturing myself about it and dammit this is what I've been hearing for quite some time. But these things all hit me this morning I'm not quite sure why or how it happened but it felt as if the weight of the world fell off my shoulders, and that a cloud was finally lifted that has been hanging over me. I still can't explain if it was a combination of everything, but the last person told me something else that was true, it's not what happened or the girl that's doing this to me but it's myself kicking my own ass. I need to stop that, I need to try to get better one way or another. But now I am beginning to think it will.
This led me into calling a person I wouldn't call a friend anymore, but it was something I had to do. This was awkward to say the least because I had to go find my old phone to get the number, and lo and behold it's still the same number. Oddly enough she still had my number programmed into her phone. I ended up apologizing for how I treated her and how I strung her along for a few years during my asshole phase. I literally had a girl that was basically head over heels for me but I was too dumb to realize what it really was, she was always there if I needed to go out or talk, I took this for granted, I always did. She was the last resort girl, if I had nothing else to do, or no one to hang out with, I was the guy who was always busy or doing something when she would call to hang out. I did not know how to start the conversation, and it was obvious she didn't know what to say either. But after the Hello how are you, I just ended up saying I'm truly sorry for what I did, I finally got to tell her what I've wanted to say for a few years now. I've felt bad about it but have been too much of a coward to even say anything to her because I felt so bad, I've decided you can't live your life regretting everything and the things you do regret you have to make amends with. It actually turned into a good conversation, the weirdest question was when she asked why the sudden change, and in all honesty I told her I've finally been hurt emotionally and am reflecting on how I've acted, she said I'm finally growing up. The conversation went on for a while and ended ok, and I'm actually happy that she found someone and is going to get married in a few months.
And the last old friend was someone who contacted me on Sunday, and his advise to me was "cowboy the f*ck up" and get over it. Yes he did use a Bruce Willis movie quote, but it kinda helped. He went on to say that he knows that I'm a good guy and that whoever I chose must have been a good person, but I have to get over it. He went on to say it's not like you were in love or anything...silence....and the Oh shit moment was priceless. He still says that his advice holds, he went on to tell me to stop torturing myself about it and dammit this is what I've been hearing for quite some time. But these things all hit me this morning I'm not quite sure why or how it happened but it felt as if the weight of the world fell off my shoulders, and that a cloud was finally lifted that has been hanging over me. I still can't explain if it was a combination of everything, but the last person told me something else that was true, it's not what happened or the girl that's doing this to me but it's myself kicking my own ass. I need to stop that, I need to try to get better one way or another. But now I am beginning to think it will.
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