Some sort of stomach bug is rampaging through my workplace, causing assplosions and call-offs and spectacular liqui-shit events.
So far I haven’t been afflicted, but it’s probably only a matter of time. Everybody’s passing it to one another, and is that creepy, or what? Apparently we’re always ingesting, in one way or another, the cooties of our co-workers? Disturbing.
I’m hoping I’ll be able to hold it together. And I’m sure you know what I mean when I say “it.”
I wrote a new Mockable yesterday, and think it’s kinda funny. Maybe you’ll agree, and maybe you won’t. Or maybe you’ll just ignore the link altogether. Whatever.
And now for a quick update on Surf Report media…
I just finished watching the first season of Prison Break, via Netflix, and really enjoyed it. It’s pretty much a cartoon, a big ridiculous cartoon, but sometimes I like that sort of thing.
I’m now getting ready to start the first season of Life on Mars, the UK version. I tried to watch the US version, but abandoned ship — on account of manifest shittiness. But I hear the British original is much better.
And I’m planning to buy this book soon; it looks to be right up my alley. Have any of you read it? What did you think?
I recently received an email from — get this — the CEO of eMusic, thanking me for the positive review I wrote about their service. Pretty cool, huh? And it wasn’t a computer-generated form letter, either.
He also deposited some song credits into my account, enough to download three full-length albums. So, I grabbed Zen Arcade by Husker Du, and two albums by the Psychedelic Furs. I have a soft spot in my big, beleaguered heart for the Furs, and now have their four essential albums on the Big iPod.
eMusic is, as the kids say, the tits!
And I’m planning to download this Dan Baird album today, after I finish the update. Baird was the gap-toothed lead singer of the Georgia Satellites, and his solo records are better than any by his former band. Now he’s got Warner Hodges, from Jason and the Scorchers, on lead guitar. Can’t wait to hear it.
Back during my record weasel years I was at a convention somewhere and, just for fun and novelty, all the waiters (for about ten minutes) were various recording artists from our labels. And Dan Baird was handling the table where I was seated.
I remember him putting on a fake French accent and shouting, “What do you mean you do not like the fish? It was a thing of beauty when I brought it out here!” He’s a funny guy, and still makes great records.
Do you have any media updates for us? We need to know, dammit.
I went to a new McDonald’s a few days ago, and they have two drive-thru order boxes. Have you seen this? If nobody’s at the second one, the first one says, “Please pull forward to the next order box,” or whatever. And if someone is already there, the first one takes your order. How fancy is that?
I think they’re also using some kind of software to make the order-taker sound young, friendly, and nice. While I was ordering my two hamburgers with no pickles, and a sweet tea, it was all sunshine and roses. But when I was actually face to face with the person…. Wow! Young, friendly, and nice became weathered, cigarette-ravaged, and terrifying.
The food was the same, though: fucking good.
Do you ever use public transportation? I don’t, except when visiting New York City, and that only happens once or twice per year.
When I lived in California I had a 36 mile commute to work, and it could sometimes take 90 minutes to get there. Traffic was a nightmare, just like it had been in Atlanta.
My boss lived near me and used a commuter train called MetroLink. He was always trying to convince me to use it as well, but I didn’t like the idea of being stuck at work without my car. I liked to go to Virgin Megastore on my lunch breaks, or drive to Frontier Wok for some kick-ass Chinese, or whatever. And all that would go out the window if I started taking the train.
But during a December one year the company offered to pay 50% of the fare, and my boss was campaigning hard for me to give it a try. So I did, and hated it with every cell in my body. And mister, I’ve got a lot of cells.
It wasn’t like a subway, which runs every seven minutes or so. This ran every forty minutes, I think, so you had to be there at an exact time, or you were screwed. Way too rigid and demanding for 7 AM… And I’d have to sit beside people snorkeling down Arby’s croissanwiches, etc. Plus, as predicted, I felt like a prisoner without my car.
So, I rode that stupid train, like it’s 1889, for one month, and went sprinting back to my car. My boss, a bit of an aging hippie, didn’t approve, but a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.
What are your feelings on public transportation? Do you use it? Do you like it? It might be a little better nowadays, with iPods and Kindles, and all that stuff. I don’t know.
Also, to follow-up a conversation that started at Facebook… how do you eat candy corn? I eat it in layers: the white tip, the big orange section in the middle, then the yellow part at the bottom. Do you do it in layers, as well, or just pop the whole thing in your mouth like a grape?
And since we’re on the subject, what are the WORST Halloween candies? What went immediately to the trash when you were a kid? Necco wafers? Mary Janes? Those mysterious maple log things? What do you think? Use the comments link below.
And it’s no fair to say toothbrushes, apples, or quarters. Those aren’t candies, are they?
I’ve got more, but I’m going to quit right here. The rest of the day is going to be devoted to the t-shirts. Well, the t-shirts and beer later, but mostly the t-shirts. So, stay tuned.
I’ll see you guys next time.
Have a great weekend, my friends.
Oh, you eat the white tip first? You homo.
Joe
Hope you can stay healthy! Wear a mask and if anyone trys to make fun, fucking sneeze on them!
Worst Halloween candy?
How about those douche bags who hand out apples? We shuda burnt their houses down and been out of juvey by 18! Bitches!
AWG- I dig circus peanuts too. I guess only the REALLY cool kids like them.
As far as McDonald’s drive thru’s — I’ve heard that taking the orders has been experimentally farmed out in some areas. People at home who are good at customer service do a sort of telecommute between themself and the customer ordering in the car. They’ve got a computer link up to the McD’s that relays the order to the restaurant, but the cheerful friendly voice taking your order might belong to someone who isn’t within a mile of the Golden Arches
Me ? If I eat at McDonald’s once a year it’s a lot. Plus no matter what the franchise, always remember “They fuck ya at the Drive-Thru !”
halloween rocks! it’s mah favorite holliday!!!!
candy corn’s not a candy you can eat on it’s own. it’s more of a decoration… like for cakes.
i used to throw out wax anything… and crayons. those were crap.
then we’d all trade up for our favorites….
jeff i frikkin told you months ago about the british version of life on mars. you don’t listen, man…. that’s why you don’t know the joys of launching a blitzkrieg crap at work…
ok… as for the mass transit? i live in nyc. i’m 29 and haven’t had need to get a driver’s licence….
Worst Halloween candy? Starlight mints, hands down. I don’t mind them after dinner at a restaurant, but if that’s the best you can do, just shut your damn light off and pretend to not be home.
Jeff,
You’re definately a carrier. I’ve been as regular as a Swiss watch, but today I read your update, and viola’, I get an assplosion at Borders! At least I’m well past the public bathroom phobia.
trisha, i like circus peanuts. and i’m a geek…..
i also love getting the funsized candies though… but i used to get handfulls of them, and that’s how i dish ’em out!
man… when i was a kid we’d get pillowcases FULL of candy! and i never checked for holes/tampering… wtf? who’d mess with halloween? other than hitler in a sundress….
The Nick Twisp book was not worth the $5.00 I paid for it used. I sold it back for $2.50. I asked if they would let me give them another $5.00 if they could make me forget I read it.
I thought it would be up my alley, but it seemed really forced. The car in the living room had me so pissed off that I had to finish reading it just to see how bad it would continue sucking.
Youth in Revolt is a hilarious, ridiculous book. Filled with dark humor and ennui, I can’t recommend it enough. The only thing you gotta watch out for is the brief scene of… well I won’t ruin it. Don’t listen to those who balk.
http://www.bad-candy.com/
‘Nuff said.
Fuck Halloween. As a kid it was pure torture. I was allergic to chocolate so I got stuck with all the crap you guys wouldn’t eat. My sister got the good stuff, seperated out of my bag. I think I quit T&Tn around eight years old. Anybody carry around an orange U.N.I. C.E.F can collecting penny’s. Crap…I’m old…huh?
Gregg in Cincy….I grew up in Loveland when the train station was still a train station. Used to ride my bike to Branch Hill hoping to catch Regina outside playing. Used to ride my bike to Milford. Dad’s still there at the top of the hill,Sunrise drive, at the turn off there at United Dairy. I graduated in ’71 form the ‘old’ high school there across from Phesant Ridge. We moved there in ’56 o ’57 when I was three. Too many stories for here…like going to Crosley Field on school patrol day.
I always liked giving the horrendous Circus Peanuts to my toothless grandfather just to watch him gum the sumbitches while watching ‘Love Boat’. Looked like a dog with peanut butter on his lips. Good times.
If I wanted candy corn I could eat the candle sitting next to me, since they both come from the same lineage. Nasty, nasty stuff.
I’ve never been one for ‘sweets’ or candy, but boy, I’ll sure take the savory dishes anyday. If Jason’s neighbor were handing out sausages, I’d reach into the cooler he had near him (because we all know there was a cooler near him), take out a cold one and knock back a few hot sausages and icy beers. Nice.
Uh-oh. Just got my ass handed to me in online poker. See what not paying attention gets ya?
Now Playing on iPhone: ‘Try to Remember’ sung by Jerry Orbach (YES! That’s Scrotum Face!!)
Ahhhh, I almost forgot! Time to interject some shitmydadsays into this crockpot ‘o fun:
“The baby will talk when he talks, relax. It ain’t like he knows the cure for cancer and he just ain’t spitting it out.” –shitmydadsays
Necco wafers…disgusting little discs of chalk. I can’t even eat a TUMS because they remind me of necco wafers. Circus peanuts aren’t much better. I was always happy when my dad scammed those off of me instead of my fun size snickers.
For the record, I never give out Halloween candy. I live on a street with very few lights and no sidewalk. I tried it the first year I lived here and all I got were punk teenagers in $2 plastic masks and street clothes who never said trick or treat or thank you…and I was giving out handfuls of the good shit.
The only form of public transportation here is a dude who drives people around in a minivan. Yes there are scheduled stops. I guess it’s good for door to door service but I’m not scheduling my grocery runs with Marge from across town.
LOVE shitmydadsays! And I love that a 29-year-old son appreciates the brilliance of his 73-year-old dad.
I tried eating candy corn by layers a couple times… Pretty quickly I figured out that all the layers taste exactly the same, and now I eat them whole. You know, like a man.
I also like those little candy pumpkins which basically taste like a giant candy corn. You know, since we already established that the dye has no effect on the flavor of the underlying corn sugar and chemicals.
And what the flying shit is a “mysterious maple log”? I seriously doubt I’m missing out on anything. Unless of course it tastes like a super giant candy corn, in which case I’m just missing out on a horrific stomach ache. Like pounding 2 mike hard lemonades in a row. Not that I’ve ever done that. Once. Years ago.
D
Worst halloween candy – turnip.
But we don’t complain, lest we end up in the wickerman!
We don’t get Circus Peanuts or candy corn across here. Just the turnip. And Cadbury’s.
@Brynhildr- if John Simm ‘floats your boat’ check out ‘The Devils Whore’ a really well done 3 part mini-series where he plays a swashbuckling mercenary in the English Civil War. Its pretty good.
http://entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/tol/arts_and_entertainment/tv_and_radio/article5174404.ece
Ian – a turnip? What kind of mean, sadistic old bats give out turnips? I wouldn’t think kids would be very inspired to go trick or treating. And what’s a wickerman?
Only kiddidding about the turnip.
Traditionally its what we make jack ‘o’ lanterns from.
(it takes a bit of effort but the smell of a candle in a turnip is one of the most nostalgic and magical aromas ever!)
You should see the original Wickerman movie, don’t waste your time with the Nicholas Cage effort. It is dire.
Basically, a ‘wickerman’ was a huge man made from wicker and branches by the pre Christian Celts, they would fill it up with human sacrifices and then burn it.
Beats watching American Idol!
for you cincinnati people, and i know you exist. if you feel like meeting up with a fellow surf reporter come out tonight to the crazy fox in newport, ky (901 washington) tonight for some cheap and not so cheap beers and so retardizination. ask for t-storm, they’ll point to the guy humping a bar stool probably. 730 pm till we go to the brass ass.
come one come hole.
np Unhinged – The Drams
Gotta agree about Dan Baird. His solo stuff outshines GS although the first Georgia Satellites album is pretty solid. Love Songs For The Hearing Impaired is his best in my opinion.
Worst Halloween candy… Necco wafers. Tastes like Pepto Bismol!
I have no technique for eating Candy Corn as that is some nasty assed shit.
Smarties or any other sour candy also sucks.
Cool DTO,
I moved to Loveland in June. It has been fun to learn the history of the train, and I was surprised to read that you had ridden it.
The old station here is a Bob Roncker’s Running Spot, and I collected some coal and RR slag, and a spike from the defunct track.
The bike trail is too awesome. I’ve done all but the portion from Caesar Creek to Xenia in one trip.
Thanks for the info,
@t-storm, humping bar stools is a felony in KY, as is everything else.
Melissa-You’re terrible! LOL
t-storm-So there really is a brass ass? I thought Tracy Jones just made that up like most thing he says on the radio! I wish I was a little closer, I would gladly get stoopid with you. I’ll be in town on the 8th for the Ravens game but that doesn’t do us much good does it.
Candy Corn and those orange circus peanuts are the nastiest things since vienna saugage water
Kids in costume get decent candy.Those without costumes get a big dollop of grits or mashed potatoes.I’m a mean old sonofabitch.
I wish they made licorice flavored circus peanuts !
I’m on board with the licorice hate, both red and black. I could never bring myself to put a circus peanut in my mouth-even the color is all wrong.
I don’t mind commuter trains at all, taken several different lines around the country for various jobs, but when it comes to buses, I draw the line, too many horrific experiences involving the “general public” which I am not all that fond of to begin with.
If they made licorice flavored sausages I’d be all over them like stink on rice.
OK, the comments are slowing down SO:
October 23, 2009
Do I Want to Do This?, Another Telephone Miscall and You Don’t Mess With the AngryWhiteGirl
GOING HOME?
At about age 14, I had a dream. It was to get the fuck out of West Virginia, no matter what it took. I saw the economic wasteland it was becoming and the dwindling job market, and realized that I could never succeed there. It took several years, but I made it out.
Now, in Florida, I see the economic wasteland it is becoming and the dwindling job market. I have been waiting patiently for the County to call me in to set me up for training classes as a corrections officer at the jail, but they are severely dragging their feet. I hate my current job, but there is no stress. Law offices had the severe stress overload, but the money was great. Working at the jail would have the stress and the money, and I would love it.
However, a new wrench has been thrown into the mix and I am seriously considering the change. A chef that I knew for years in Charleston has emailed me and offered the position of head assistant chef ( I have 35 years experience in this field) at his lucrative job, overseeing a giant kitchen with about 40 minions to supervise. The pay starts at $40,000 per year and only goes up. Bonuses, health insurance, paid time off…all part of the package. Downside….I don’t know what the cost of living is like there anymore. Is 40K enough to support a family of four in that tragic little state? Is the school system broken? Will I die twenty years early from inhaling all of the chemicals in the air in that valley? It’s a dilemma that consumes my mind now. And the question is: Have you ever considered such a move and did you do it, or did you not do it and regret it?
ANOTHER WRONG NUMBER
So before I told you about the woman who called my office phone, thinking she had called Applebee’s. I posed as the manager and eventually provoked her husband to go to the restaurant and complain about me. Good stuff. Tuesday, at about three o’clock, I got a call on my cell. The guy thought he was calling an auto parts store. I guess he knew the names of the people who worked there. Maybe a mechanic ordering parts, so I will call him Mechanic:
Mechanic: Is Angela there?
Me: Can I help you with something?
Mechanic: I just need a (insert some auto part I never heard of here) for a guy. Angie usually knows what I need.
Me: Angie’s here, but she doesn’t want to talk to you.
Mechanic: Just tell her that Tim wants to talk to her.
I put him on mute for a minute and then unmute him
Me: Angie says you are kind of creeping her out. She said you made sexual advances the last time you spoke to her and she does not want anything to do with you.
Mechanic: Angie said that? Please let me talk to her.
Me: No can do, Tim. She says you are a creep.
Mechanic: Is this Justin?
Me: Yeah, it’s Justin.
Mechanic: You seen me in there before with my wife. You know I’m not a pervert.
Me: Angie said she might tell your wife.
Mechanic: Tell her what? I didn’t say anything. I’m coming down there to settle this.
Me: I’m going have to ask you not to come in here. Angie’s my friend and I’ll punch you right in the face when I see you.
Mechanic: Who the fuck are you, Justin? I’ll kick your little ass.
Me: I’m warning you. I’ll knock your teeth out.
Then he hangs up. Hopefully Justin didn’t get his ass beat too badly.
AND IN THIS CORNER
I got a call from the teacher. Last time I got a call from the teacher was eight years ago. The kids in my son’s kindergarten class all made paper hats and were to decorate them with pictures they cut out of magazines. The kids were putting puppies and sunshine and trees on their hats. My son had cut out bra and panties advertisements and glued them all over his. I didn’t see the problem with this and told that teacher so. Now, back to the present:
For two weeks, a little boy named “Reef” (who the fuck names their kid Reef?) had been punching my daughter in the back and taking her sandwich at lunch and throwing it on the ground and stomping on it. Apparently, the teacher doesn’t see this, and I can understand that she has to watch 22 kiddies at once, but my little girl has told her this was happening over and over. I sent the teacher a letter, explaining that I was not happy making sandwiches for my girl that ended up mopping the floor and that I did not send her to school to be a little punk’s punching bag. She sent me back a note and said she would look into it.
Monday, it began all over again. Punched in the back. Sandwich on the floor. I sent the teacher another letter, telling her that I had now instructed my daughter upon getting punched, to turn around and smash “Reef” in the face with her fist.
As a side note: Jayne, the AngryWhiteGirl is a thin and tall five year old, with light blonde giant curls down to her waist. Blue eyes. Cute voice where her “r”s sound like “w”s (Daddy, is this wight or wong?) Last child in a group you would guess could be a threat. Wong!!! If my 13 year old son picks on her, she bruises him with a thunderpunch. It’s like flipping a switch. She goes from docile to stormy in a second if she needs to.
Anyway, she told me she has not hit him because she didn’t want to get in trouble. I told her that if she didn’t put a stop to it, Reef would do this to her every day. Tuesday, Reef ran out of the lunchroom crying with a pint of blood running out of his nose. No problems from Reef since then. The teacher told me she did not punish AngryWhiteGirl because her other little friends backed her up and said that Reef hit her again. I’m proud of her. Anyone else have any “violence to curb an adverse situation” stories? Especially kid ones.
On IPOD right now- “O Green World”- Gorillaz
Farty: Actually, they do make licorice flavored sausages — some Italian-style sausages contain fennel, which tastes like licorice. I say YUCK. Whenever I taste fennel in any food, I recoil in horror and disgust.
See here:
http://cookingresources.suite101.com/article.cfm/fennel_the_funny_tasting_vegetable
And here’s a recipe for ya:
http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/wolfgang-puck/sweet-italian-fennel-sausage-recipe/index.html
Oh yeah, and I also found this awesome site:
http://thisiswhyyourefat.com/
Warning- do not view before lunch
AWG-
I love Another wrong Number……..
Just about did a spit take with my morning beverage!
Thank you Bomama. I love it when I get a wrong number. It gets me thinking on my feet.
On IPOD right now- “Mountain Song”- Jane’s Addiction
AWG-Excellent wrong number story, hopefully Justin is okay. Reef!? is overcompensating for a gay name, however getting punched out by your darling little girl should correct his behavior.
Obviously I have no comment on the eco-socio elements in WV.
awg i got a couple…
when i was 5 at summer camp some little asswipe tried to pick on the fat kid (me) and started pitting at my feet. I told him to stop and he didn’t. he then started throwing rocks at me. i didn’t take too kindly to it, so i knocked him to the ground and pissed on his face. in front of the counselors and everyone.
his dad told my dad who then told him that because his kid started it that the two of them owed me an appology. the guy threw a punch at my dad who headbutted him, knocked him to the ground, took out his knife and cut half the guy’s moustache off. as a trophy.
Ian — The John Simm thing is somewhat inexplicable but I simply can’t help it. I read about The Devil’s Whore months ago, but it isn’t yet available here or somesuch nonsense. I could watch it online, but I was holding out for DVD so that I could get the full effect on my big TV screen rather than a 17″ laptop. Sometimes size does matter, though I’m beginning to think I’ll just have to settle for what I can get. (sigh)
AWG — If I had a daughter, I’d have told her to punch him as well. No amount of adult intervention will stop the little turd from bullying — he’ll just become more discrete about it and leave no witnesses. Now that your daughter isn’t playing along, he can move on to his next victim. Since he’s already used to punching people in the back, he should be moving up to the sucker punch any day now.
When I was a kid, I lived in a neighborhood full of boys and I had to adapt to their ways if I wanted to be part of the group. My brother and I used to settle our differences with a good old-fashioned tussle, and my mother didn’t bother to break it up until there was bloodshed because she knew we’d be right back at it until there was a clear winner. That method worked for us until my brother started gaining on me in size, which was around the time he was sent to live with our father for a few years. By the time he came back, we had learned to deal with our differences in a more civil manner.
Soupy Sales died. (Age 83) If you are over 40, you should know who Soupy is.
On IPOD right now- “In Between Days”- The Cure
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kP1_F9zEF7o
Hi Jeff, I really enjoy reading your updates but in this one there are a couple of things that I don’t agree with.. how can you possibly say that >Mc Donald food is “fucking good”? there is nothing more disgusting than those all-the -same-taste sandwiches…
and I have to tell you that you should give another chance to public transportation. I commuted every day for 4 years to go to the university, it was a one-hour ride go and another hour back, so I know perfectly what you are talking about. But I think that it is stupid to whine like a baby “uuuuh I want my car, I don’t care if there is a terrible traffic, million of people stuck into traffic jams, one person per car… come on, you seem like a spoiled child… you can have your opinion but you should support it with more serious motivations.
Sorry if I wrote too much and not in perfect english, but I’m not a english native speacker..
Have a nice evening!
OMG! i just ate a can of rediwhip!
AWG,
I moved to Alabamie on a whim and I don’t regret it. If I get a good chance to do something better, I’ll move again tomorrow. Who gives a shit? Move about and take chances before you get too old to even consider such things. Spice of life, and all that shit. GO!
When I was a little boy in third grade there was this very large shitsack that would come up and demand my lunch money. When I’d say no he’d smack my head or somesuch. This went on for a couple of days. His name was “Erving”. I’ll never forget the last time he tried it. I asked him to come to the restroom so nobody would see me giving him my money. When he walked in the door behind me I walloped his big ass right in the nose. He ran out like a liitle bitch, which surprised me. So I chased him up the hall and basically tackled him and started beating his face with all I had. Some school staff finally came and I was pulled off.
The whole thing was a shock to me because I was sure he could easily beat my ass – he was about a foot taller than me, and at least as much wider. But it turned out he was all talk and no cock.
They called my mother and told her that I had to be paddled. The principal sat that paddle so softly on my ass that it was absurd, so we all knew that he was just following some kind of absurd protocol. Never got another peep out of him after that, and I was at the school for another 2 years.
And what was the last question?
AWG: I wish my parents had let me fight back. I was told I would be shipped off to boarding school if I ever got in a fight. So I never fought back. Consequently, I was everyone’s punching bag for most of middle school. The ‘rents didn’t give a shit about that either. Way to go mom and dad! So good on you AWG. Your daughter just might make it to her teens without crippling anxieties and a lack of self-esteem! Woo-hoo!
Re: Going Home. Wow AWG, I understand your angst. Post-divorce I moved to GA because my parents and sister lived here and the ex was a major asshole continuing to make my life miserable on a daily basis. However, not a day goes by that I don’t wish I was back in WV. The cost of living is lower there, people are kinder, four distinct seasons, awe inspiring scenery, and just look up the crime rates. Virtually non-existent compared to where I am now. And the school systems here?? Major suckitude. Anyway, you just have to decide what’s important and then go for it. Follow your instincts. Good luck! I’m so homesick, every time I hear “Country Roads” I cry.
Hey AWG, why don’t you just use a cost of living calculator? Here’s one, but there’s loads of others online:
http://cgi.money.cnn.com/tools/costofliving/costofliving.html
Well, besides the fact I would feel like a prisoner as well, PEOPLE GET KILLED HERE in my country, that is right people die on a daily basis…let’s not mention robberies…
Well to elaborate more on the near death experience thousands of people experience everyday here in Guatemala, the so called “mareros” or gangs…like to extortion bus companies…. that’s right…those fuckers just like to ask for money and if they don’t pay… well, …drivers get shot…. it is not a strange happening now… everyday you can check the newspaper and you will find 2 or 3 deaths related to public transportation… so… although traffic is crazy here…I don’t care spending 30 – 45 minutes in my car….(after all Ipod made it easier for all of us right?) but there is no way in hell I would use public transportation in this country!
@ Angry White Guy…. very very cool song …like the acoustic version better though 😉
Dan Baird, I love you period. Do you love me, question mark?
I eat the corn 1st, then the candy.
Good Morning Surf Reporters
AWG, as an outsider (Canadian) I can’t really offer proper advice without knowing what you make now and the cost of living in your current location vs. the potential new location…blah,blah,blah…but I don’t want to know that shit. I can say that I’ve lived on both sides of the coin (working my ass off for 28K a year vs. getting paid $60K to do very little) and I also have worked in kitchens for years. It’s a tough call because once you get into the management side there could be money to be made. Still, my personal advice is stay the fuck out of the kitchen and work towards that government job because that’s what worked for me. My best advice is picture where you want to be in 5,10,15 years and envision what it will take to get you there.
Kevindust,
That seems like bad advice. In 51,015 years we’ll all be dead.