Flight Analysis

So there have been concerns that some of my posts have been too depressing(trying so hard not to say any names), but upon much consideration, I decided that its semi-respectable. Today, I'll try to validate my point.

I've had 10 posts so far, 1 was ultra serious(this is the "depressing" one), 1 was informational, 2 were humorous takes on serious stuff, and 6 were purely entertaining.

So, given the assumption that this blog reflects my life:
10% of my life is me actually taking things seriously,
10% of the time I'm being informational(maybe not a good stat, since I'm still in school),
20% of the time I'm dealing with real stuff with a spin,
60% of the time I'm basically useless for anything besides entertainment.

Now when you consider this very sopisticated statistical analysis, I believe that my life is accurately reflected by this data(R-squared value of .75, anybody???).  But, most kidding aside, I figure I do spend more than half of my time, chillaxing(watching TV, movies, internetting, procrastinating, etc.).  A small portion of my life revolves around information(when I'm paying attention in class, or watching History Channel). A bigger portion is the time where I take a look at life on the lighter side(theoretically, when procrastiantion is catching up but I still can't stopping watching Whose Line Is It Anyway?). And another small portion is when the rubber hits the road(hard-core studying or life analysis).

All these are all parts of my life, so I will continue to address all these issues, but I can't promise anymore balloon pants events. Consider yourself warned.

Just remember that life is not all ice cream and brownies, even for the best of us(me).

-MJM

Financing My Solo Flight

So, I've seemed to gain a small following of more than 20 views of my blog per most posts, and given that a few of those may or may not be self-viewing aka me, I'm going to go out on a limb.

As previously mentioned, I seem to be somewhat at an impasse between myself and my future. I don't really know what I'm going to be doing with my life. However, I do know what I would like to do with my life.

I'd like to make a ton of money doing a miniscule amount of work. No, I don't need advice on which get rich quick  scheme to try. I've already checked all those out.

I'd be really good in a management position (despite my lack of any experience), I've got a good bit of gumption (probably), and most importantly I like to wear suits and ties (all the time).  I believe this qualifies me for a high-level executive position (theoretically).

So, now I'm reaching out to you, my rich, estate-owning, high level investor,blog readers.

I'm thinking your best friend's golf partner's dad(owner of one of the 100 most profitable  companies globally), owes you a favor. That is why I beseech you to call in that favor, in exchange I will give you a shout-out on this ever popular blog. I know that deal sounds irresistible, but there is another option. You could just give me a huge lump sum of capital and I will invest it into a sure-to-be-successful company that I will entrepreneurially start, that will also get you a shout out.

So think about it, either option will work for me.

-MJM

Plotting My Course

So here is my continual major dilemma. I'm a jack of all trades. Yeah, be jealous.


Okay, maybe you shouldn't be.


I mean, it is nice cause I don't really embarass myself in many things, but it also means that I'm not really good at anything. I've always known this to be true when it comes to sports, but now its mirrored in my impending professional life. Plus, that makes me interested in a variety of career paths.


So basically, I have tons of things I could do with my life, but I do not know which way I will go. Obviously, I don't know what may be available 10 months, due to to the state and nature of the economy, and that doesn't help things. I know that I should let go and things will take care of themselves, but I think there is a fine line between very well prepared and psychotically worried/paranoid. I've still got a way before I get close to that line.


I'm proposing that on January 1, we have a massive game of eeny meeny miney mo. I'm not saying that we all need to decide our careers but if you need to make a decision, we can do it together. Thoughts?


If we can all agree to that, it would be a nice release from my shoulders. So think about it, if you're interested, post on here


-MJM

Ready for Liftoff

No cute incident to discuss today, perhaps this is the beginning of a more serious chapter in this blog. This probably won't gain as many readers, but it is definitely better for me, as it gives me something a little more concrete to discuss on a regular basis.

So here we go.

For the first time, this summer I'm not thrilled to return to school in the fall. It's strange, I usually am chomping at the bit to go back, be on my own and see my friends. I figure when the time comes it will be nice but the usual anticipation is surprisingly missing.

I've been doing lots of thinking about why this is, and there doesn't seem to be an easy, simple answer. but I think there are some strong contributors.

First, I'm over this whole school thing.  I've known for a quite of years now that schooling and formal education is not my thing. The main reason I went to college is because it has become the norm, a rite of passage, an expectation; a Masters degree is becoming what the college diploma used to be. I don't want you to get me wrong, I love to learn. That would be learn practical things or about subjects that interest. All things that I can learn independently. I would say at least 75% of the things that I've learned in classes the were not in my major department, I was not interested in.

Second, I've been looking at various aspects pertaining to my future. From budgeting to jobs to housing, I'm doing my due diligence to prepare. I've been working and the money earned is being pulled between my desire to save and cost efficient spending for my future. I'd just assume skip this next year.

Finally, usually about this time I'd be missing my friends a lot, but this time around not so much. It has become pretty evident to me that probabilistically in less than one year most of them will be out of my life for good. I know that is pessimistic seeming, but in reality, though I feel close to my friends, I need to start getting over them. So basically, I am. I haven't seen anyone from not home this summer, and I'm kinda okay with that. Sorry if you are a friend, I'm not dooming you to this fate, just trying to be realistic; I've gotten used to living without you this summer and know it will probably return to this same scenario in 10 months.

Sorry if this was harsh.

-MJM

Return to the Skies

I have returned from my vacation to NYC, now you can all sleep well at night. Although thanks to a mysterious storm in the NYC area, I didn’t get more than 4.5 hours of sleep night before last, before I had to come back to the daily grind at work.

But it was a very good trip overall. Got to see three shows, the first of which is currently reviewed on my entertainment blog linked Here!

More to come, but tis all for now

-MJM

Preparing for Departure

So, we have a short blog today. I’m leaving midday today to go to the Big Apple, NYC, insert other clever nicknames. I regret to tell you that I likely will not be updating this anymore until next Tuesday. I’ll try to give you updates as I’m available.

If you read my other blog, Media Juicy Morsels, which features my take on entertainment today, you will be glad to know that hopefully this week, I will be able to see a couple Broadway shows.

Also, if you read yesterday, you found out that I’ve been pretty busy. That would be because of this trip, I’m trying to make all the arrangements so we can have an awesome trip (I’ll let you know now that turns out).

I’ll be back Tuesday at the latest, but as previously mentioned I may update a few times so perhaps you can check sporadically.

-MJM

Crash & Burn

So I’ve got some bad news for all of you avid followers (2) and my casual readers (all the rest of you). Sometimes my life is really boring, sometimes I get really busy, and sometimes there are stories that I want to tell but to protect the individuals involved I do not let all of you know. These scenarios all may result in a lame blog post or perhaps no posting at all.

Today all of the above three scenarios are true.

But, this blog is too young and my confidence is so needing the extra boost, that I am going to try and give everyone a good (or at least halfway decent) blog post. I will do this even if it means the individual that this is centered around will be humiliated, embarrassed and considered by readers to be an idiot.

Especially since that individual is me.

I was at work Friday (yes, I work. Spoiler Alert), and our new VOIP system showed that I had a voicemail, which obviously I wanted to check. Unfortunately, when I entered the default information provided, it wouldn’t let me in. I submitted this problem to the IT Service Desk and they responded later that day. I told them it could be a user error, but that I couldn’t check my voicemail. I explained it to them; they tried various things and had me attempt to enter my voicemail box with no success. I spent about an hour with them, on the phone, before they were leaving for the weekend.

Promptly on Monday morning they called me again, we tried again. I told them I entered the code and pressed pound and then it sent me to a generic directory. They couldn’t figure it out. Later that day, I got to thinking, and I realized that this * is not the pound key, this is #.
Wow, real men of genius, anyone? I tried pressing the correct key, and it worked on my first try. All because I forgot which button was the pound key.

I called them back and told them that it “just started working.” I told that whatever they did worked and they said they were just going to leave it and run, they had obviously spent hours in the national office trying to solve my problem. I felt/feel guilty about it.

Wow, I can laugh at myself because any other emotion would dent my self-esteem.

I beg you to come back to read my blog and try to forgive my complete ineptitude and idiocy about the pound key.

-MJM

Refueling Crisis & Completion

Well I apologize for the late start to my blog today (yes, I did receive a complaint), but it is finally time to update you with the latest news from my weekend.

Well yesterday, as you may know, was Free Slurpee Day at 7/11.

(For those of you that wonder why it was Free Slurpee Day, you should think about it for no more than one minute and if you can’t figure it out I recommend you google “Free Slurpee Day”, followed by “Blogs I am not smart enough for”. The former should enlighten your ignorance; the latter should link you back to this blog. Too harsh?)

But I digress, I went after church yesterday to get my free Slurpee, only to find that my local 7/11 was out of the free cups.

Ah, sharp pang in my deltoid region. I had been stabbed in the back, by one of my favorite unofficial holidays. Could there be any crueler death and suffering?

But this ultimately led me to by grand adventure, a stop at the local Taco Casa. Lucky for me, they were advertising my Slurpee-less solution, their Sweet Tea. We were going through the drive thru and we swiftly got our sweet tea, when we got it I began drinking (I was most obviously parched) and quickly had made a large dent in the amount of drink, then it hit me.

Free Refills.

Yes ladies and gentlemen, I finished off (in 30ish seconds) approximately 30 oz. of my tea, and when we got our food, we handed back our cup for a refill, which we received and proceeded along our way.

So yes, you can get a refill in the drive thru lane. I challenge you to try it this week.

-MJM

Ignition Delay

Well after yesterday’s debacle, I knew I had to turn on my ‘A’ game today. I was going to get up, sacrifice a little of “relaxation” time as previously mentioned in yesterday’s post. Just a little extra time to make sure I'm wearing my own clothes and looking decent in them.

Guess what didn’t happen?

I was woken up by my father at the time that we usually leave. That meant I was running 40 minutes off of my schedule. But I knew what must be done. I turned on the shower, picked out my clothes, got a shower and got dressed and left within ten minutes of waking up. Of course all of this was in the dark but, let me just say that you never would’ve guessed that were true if you took a look at me today. I turned on my ‘A’ game.

On an unrelated note, I admit to having somewhat vain and narcissistic tendencies, but I try to write those off as confidence.

Moral of the story kids, is not to let the start of your day ruin your whole day. (Wish I would’ve learned this lesson before yesterday). When life gives you very sour lemons pretend it’s a Warhead(do they even still make those?) and chomp down and make your day into a delicious day of delectable Gummy Bears.

-MJM

Failure in Launch

Well hello all. I was supposed to write a bio today, but fate has brought me in another direction.

In my morning routine, I wake up, get a shower, then get back in bed for exactly 20 minutes. I am a morning person, but out of some habit I never turn out any lights before I leave home. I also never look in a mirror as that would be pointless considering there is no light. Obviously I am a very low maintenance, and know my clothing quite well. But suffice to say that the first time I see myself in “all my glory”, is approximately 3 hours after I wake up.

Not today, I fell asleep after my shower and found myself in a rush to get to work on my regular schedule. I rushed downstairs and grabbed the pants that I had assumed were my own. They felt a little strange, but I hadn’t worn this supposed pair in a while, so I just thought I wasn’t used to them. Within 3 minutes of putting on “my” slacks, I had jumped in my car and was off to work. I walked in and didn’t think anything about it, but when I finally headed to the bathroom (2 hours after getting to work), my worst nightmare came true.

I found out that my theory was correct. I was/am wearing my father’s pants.

It isn’t extremely terrible, I mean you can barely notice when I hide my legs behind/under my desk. But the whole 3 sizes too big in the waist and 4 sizes too short in the length doesn’t really work for me. I seriously look like a skydiver, with these baggy balloon pants on.

Hope your day is off to a better start than mine.

-MJM

Personal Pilot

So I started an awesome blog about a year and a half ago, updated it last in March. It is called Media Juicy Morsels and is linked Here!. That blog will begin to be updated again and focuses on the various entertainment indulgences(movies, music, TV, etc.) that I have.

But there comes a time in every man's life when they feel the need for an outlet. I have decided that this is my time. I have a billion things going on in my life, nothing is actually happening though. It is more the future that lies ominously ahead. I intend to use this blog as a way and a reason to organize my thoughts so that I may make successful decisions as to my future.

Let it Be Known:

I know that I am in control of my own destiny, but I am open to any input you(assuming I have at least one reader) might have.

Tomorrow, we will begin with a full-fledged bio.

-MJM