My Challenges

Challenge #1: Get a job with hours during the day time.

Work initially was a mundane evening of ctrl-c and ctrl-v's. They hired a lot of people with real estate experience; however, maybe only 2-3 who actually know how to use excel to any degree beyond "=sum(xxx:xxx)". So for the first week, we were delegated tasks of transcribing account numbers from BPOs (aka, faux-appraisals) and pasting it onto an excel spreadsheet. It was stupid easy...any idiot could do it. In fact, I was somewhat insulted by the work, but any work is good right now, so I copied and pasted.

Until tonight, my job didn't revolve around anything more than copy and pasting. I dare say it was my evening to shine.

Anyhow, I won't go into detail. I translated numbers and my supervisor was happy with me. He mentioned he'd be passing along more of that kind of work to me as it comes along. Perhaps this will translate to a day shift job, but only God knows.

Challenge #2: Meet more people with common interests.

To be honest (as opposed to being normally deceiving? ha), I find it hard to meet people who are still naive enough to cling onto large ambitions. I'm getting older and the 2am business pacts that were formed on the curb of 4th/6th street no longer transpire. Many of my friends are just trying to enjoy life and the novelties they can afford.

It's all about the new electronic blah, the new Xbox blah, the new i-blah and the new i-blah blah 2. It's consumerism run-amok. If it's not consumerism, it's the continual worship of football. I've never really been into sports. Sure I enjoy watching a big game, but let's just say the only reason I browse espn.com is so I have something to say when I have nothing else to say. Sports is the biggest common denominator among guys, and honestly, I'd rather play Counterstrike, than watch the Mavs game. There. I said it.

I want to meet people I can talk 'shop' with, in the same way the rest of my compatriots can talk about fantasy football.

Challenge #3: Pass the Discipline Act of 2009.

My laptop once had the deliberate organization of a Zen garden. Everything had a place and everything was in harmony. Nowadays, it looks like Hiroshima. Defragging estimates push the 4 hour mark.

I'm declaring a holocaust of body fat. After gorging myself on BBQ and Chinese food upon returning stateside, I've put on about 9 pounds... and it aint muscle. I have a pooch that shivers on my metal belt buckle. I can either cheat by wear slimming black clothes like skinny asian girls, or I can practice what I preach and go to the gym.