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Tuesday, January 24

Take this job and love it

So, I finally get around to looking at all the awesome shots that Alex Hawn took at Sunday's short track race, and the only one I could find of me was taken during my "warm-up" lap...

with my puffy coat strapped to the bars, and apparently me trying to lick Alex as I flew through the air.

If you were racing, Alex probably got a shot of you, albeit with your tongue in your mouth and no puffy coats strapped to your bars. He didn't spend all day in the woods just beating on buckets, screaming, and ringing a cowbell. He took like a million pictures.

From Alex: "Pics of Race 2! Enjoy viewing them, consider purchasing them. For every purchase I will include Edited HQ versions. If you are a top 3 Finisher (in a class of more than 3) I will include a bonus images for you as well. Hope everyone enjoyed the World Cup Cheering Section I organized."

Day one at the new job is in the books. That is assuming someone keeps books on that sorta thing. That would be a boring collection of books.

I spent the whole day in training. Not just training... corporate training.

All the typical stuff, policies and procedures, computer stuff, confidentiality, dress codes, and a sexual harassment video.



Did you know that you should never touch a co-workers butt....

no matter what he's wearing?

Neither did I, but I got off with a warning.

Today I will have another coupla hours of benefits paperwork and such, and then I get to start working....

as a bike messenger.

It's a long story, but without getting into the boring details, I will be working directly for a client that I've been servicing for the past 14 years. There are some perks, some drawbacks, and some things that will just be the same old same old.

The important thing is that I'll still be doing a job that I love, a job that I think I was made to do, and a job that let's me wear a helmet and drop phat skids (not really). I'll have to shave more often, but if I cut myself while shaving, I think I get to take a sick day. I probably need to read the employee handbook a little closer.

One of the best things is that I won't have to go through the hassle of changing my header image.

With my training day behind me, I'll be retiring my training pants, or at least change their status to trail work pants.

So that's it. One door closed, another one opened, I walked in, I realized I was in the ladies room...

I can't believe they haven't fired me yet.

16 comments:

Anonymous said...

So yer still gonna hang in the BoA lobby?

Advocat

Sir Chico Demonte III said...

I'm dumbfounded, but I should have known better.

AdamB said...

Yeahhh, Dicky-the-Kid rides again!!

wv = plukin (is that when you play banjo so hard you toss yer cookies?)

dicky said...

Hanging out is a luxury now. Getting paid a dependable hour wage has its drawbacks.

Anonymous said...

Is the new job with a law firm? I think we may be co-workers now, so no touching my butt.

joseph said...

'client i've been servicing for years...' - what, nobody else said it.

DRB said...

Servicing? Truth comes out. Not judging just saying.

Jake Davidson said...

Good luck in your new (old) job. At least you still get to be outside a lot...

Shane S said...

"Dicky" "Servicing" "Client" This has all the right components of a bad porn movie! Are your co workers Dirk Diggler and Brocc Landers??

Looney said...

I agree with DRB. :) I was going to give you a hard time about that, but I see someone else was already on top of it. hehe, on top of it.

Anonymous said...

I wasn't going to comment, but the wv is: booffin and that's just too good to pass up in conjunction with the others already made.

Congratulations on your new corporate gig! ;)

cartographer

Anonymous said...

http://xlucky13x.smugmug.com/Sports/WST-Race-2/21145653_LqjgQF#!i=1683710607&k=GvZK2KJ

DRB said...

Looney said hard.

Peter Keiller said...

I'm guessing the contract only lasts until you've paid back representation on those few 'misunderstandings' you got tangled in...

Anonymous said...

Good for you man!

Moonshine said...

Good stuff, Dickster! Now all you need to totally fit into the rough-and-tumble corporate life in downtown Charlotte is a red Swingline 747 stapler like the one Milton Waddams had in Office Space. Keep it real, Son!