Burning Out Is Hard To Do...

it has finally happened...i am fed-up with my job as it sits. there are a lot of problems, and there will be problems with any job, but these have festered into true pain-in-the-ass proportions. i think it may be the impending possibility of a new job coming my way, or the multiple other jobs that are constantly coming my way, or just that i am downright tired these days. either way, i now am at the point that i will quit anyway...even if i don't get a new job. now, don't get me wrong, i love my bar...but that is just the problem as of late...it is not really my bar at all. while the feel and the function are all my doing as well as a fair amount of the clientele, my hands are still tied as far as not jerking the staff around. when all is said and done, i am still simply an employee with no more say than the people that have been working there mere months and that chaps my ass. i am good at what i do. i am really good at what i do. i could fix many if not most of the problems that the place is running into as an afterthought and not even break stride doing the job i already do now. unfortunately, i guess that is not what the company is looking for...you know, functionality. i don't work for idiots, but their fear of a strong willed independent thinker that will actually do things without needing an outline and an "ok" on trivial matters has basically bored me right out of the company. sad for them, with word of my imminent departure, the notices have already started coming in. there is one that went in today, there are two that have been written and are waiting on me to drop the hammer and then, of course, mine. that seems trivial, you may say. we have a staff of seven. of the three remaining, one is the assistant manager, one has been there for three months, and the last is just getting to her first month...bartending...ever. i feel really bad for the folks left behind, but, they did make their own bed and money, shock and perversion, just isn't enough sometimes.

Down The River

so i go out to price inflateable kayaks yesterday. me and the illustrious thorin bounce from store to store looking for the holy-grail of inflateables...the unpuncturable! finally, our last stop, downtown rei--expensive nice boats only. just as we are ready to pack it in, i hear someone call my name. it is my old buddy, steve, who is now an employee of rei. long story short, we find ourselves in the back room looking at horribly nice rigs that have been returned for some reason or another...like the $600 white-water rig that has a broken zipper. after further inspection, we come to the conclusion that the zipper is not actually broken, simply off track and we fix it...thus walking out with this not-really-used-too-much $150 rig that freaking rules. i will be on the upper santiam river tomorrow shooting rapids and smiling like someone who got away with a crime!

what a good day!

Sneaky Magee

i wonder if anyone still reads this piece of crap?

as i sit here playing with my new toy, the apple pieBook, i realize that i have an outlet that has been left untapped for a great deal of time...i can write stories to people that most likely don't exist!!! bwahahaha! so here we go.....

i want to move my band back into my basement. that's right, kiddies, the mighty OCD under my own roof. yes, i know that seems like a loud endeavour, but, there are up-sides: 1)i can never really be late to practice. i mean, i would really have to be out there not to be home on time...;) 2)my fridge is within spitting distance. cold beer and rock are what this great country was founded on and i could give a rat's ass if you think different. 3)i am already paying rent on the rehersal studio. maybe i will charge rent? maybe i will dangle the fact that i have a mortgage over my bandmates heads as a "poor me" bs excuse to be a prick? i don't know. 4)full set of gear set up in my basement. i like to play the drums. i don't exactly suck at playing the drums. i don't want to buy a drumset. answer:trick drummer into leaving kit at house! brilliant! i think it will happen within the next week now that i have decided it's a good idea.

party on, wayne.