Overtime is wearing down on me
I am wearing down over time
Yesterday, as I was driving home in the ridiculous traffic that is 405, I was going delirious. Right now I could be in Vegas watching pros play in the $25K buy in WPT championship at the Bellagio. 4 million dollars to the winner.
But instead, I’m working OT so that I can afford to go to Vegas in a month. Just pray that I don’t burn it all.
Why do I love Vegas? There’s so much to do there. There’s so many people there. There’s gambling, drinks and naked women everywhere you turn. In no other town can I find such awesome things so close. But at the same time, it’s not some run down hole in the wall place either. It’s classy. They make you feel rich there. Even the poorest of people get hooked up. And stories abound each time I go. And it’s always tough leaving.
And that’s why I’m working OT. Because every hour I work is half of a blackjack bet. But the moment I’m sitting down at those tables, full of liquor and beer, I’m not thinking of that. I’m thinking of how great it is to be in Vegas. How awesome it is to see all the drunk people around me, having a non-stop party. How no matter what, I’ll always go back to working anyway, and we all die some time so we might as well have fun.
Maybe part of the reason, other than my lack of funds, my settling down and getting married, my moving out of the city and in to the burbs…maybe one of the other reasons is because no other party holds up to Vegas. Yeah, getting together with your friends and drinking and watching TV is a good time. But is it Vegas? Of course not. Maybe everything pales so much in comparison with the parties I’ve had in Vegas, stumbling around the strip drunk…that I’ve just completely giving up on trying?
Maybe.
Can you tell I love Vegas? Probably not. Last year, for a long time, before the engagement ring, I wanted to take a shot. I wanted to take $5K and see what I could do. Start at $8/16 at the Mirage and see if I could build to the $300/600 at the Bellagio. Bah. I’d get known. I’d become a regular just like I did at BS $3/6 at Goldie’s. People would learn my style of play and would watch out for me. It’d be tough to beat the higher games.
And the draw…the draw of table games. The draw of the sportsbook…I don’t know how I could handle myself. A lot of pros can’t even handle themselves. That’s why they have “backers”. Investors that take a ridiculous cut every time they win. I could never give away any of my winnings (although I have before…to other players, to charities…to buy ridiculous things).
Tomorrow is my 2 year anniversary with Michelle. I was planning on getting her something nice, something sweet. I can’t believe. Two years. How does 2 years go so quickly? I’m afraid that the rest of life will be like this. This past winter was seriously the shortest winter I have ever seen. And really it wasn’t that exciting. When you give almost 11 hours each day to a job though…suddenly time starts flying. They are laying off by the bunches here. People in our IT department. Positions I once though I could have a chance of moving in to are disappearing by the handful. Now with a mortgage hanging over my head…let’s not talk about it.
Other than that, not too much else to report. I’m enjoying my uh oh oreos, I’ve got 30 minutes left to my final OT shift for the week. A good friend of mine is going to Vegas and I’m ridiculously jealous. My cousin is having a baby boy. I’m working on getting cut for my bachelor party. I’ve given up on trying to get more technical certifications for the time being. I can’t wait to sleep in tomorrow. I’m going to love this weekend. Smiles across the board. :)
Friday, April 21, 2006
Friday, April 14, 2006
23...24
(This was supposed to be posted last night)
Last post before I turn 24
Let’s go over my year (in 15 minutes)
Big ones
Got a job that pays me almost what I feel is adequate. Got engaged. Bought a house.
Those are pretty big. I think this year has been very good. Turning point? Probably. But it was bound to happen anyway. I was waiting for it to come along. And it’s come.
So here I am. I’m giving myself (seriously for some reason) one more year to be a “mid 20’s” care-free type of dude. 25 is another turning point for me. I want to have children. But I don’t want them that soon. I’m thinking maybe 27? Then I’m 45 by the time my kids are in college? That sounds good. I should be making some good money by then. Wow. 18 years. I can’t imagine how much my life or this world will change in 18 years. Will we still be alive as a human race? Will I still be living in the most dominant and powerful country in the world? Will my kids even go to college? So many future questions, every single one of them lacking answers.
I’m banking on it. The future. But a scary thought to think that you might not be around even for the next 10 years. Why save? Why pay the mortgage? Why work? What a mind fuck.
Another day lost working OT. Trading my time for some dollars. April 11, 2006 come and gone. How many people were born today? How many died? Another drop in the ocean.
I am hoping 25 will be less stressful. I am hoping that after the wedding I can kind of hang out for the little bit. Not have anything but the bills hang over my head. Since 9th grade, the last time I didn’t work a summer, I’ve been saying to myself, “One of these summers, I’m just going to completely veg. Just completely be lazy, wake up whenever I want, do whatever I want to, hang out at the parks, the oceans, read books, barbecue and roast marshmallows over a campfire.” Hasn’t happened. Probably won’t happen for a while. That’s ok. The idea of it being a possibility for every weekend is enough for me.
My birthday. Then one of my favorite weekends of the year, the weekend I always make as “memorable as possible”. Then it’s here. Another summer.
I am praying it doesn’t rain this weekend. Hook me up a little, someone up there? If not, eh. Wasn’t meant to be. What a year though. It’s actually hard to write about because I am scared I would go on for at least…a year. But, work’s over. Gotta go now.
Last post before I turn 24
Let’s go over my year (in 15 minutes)
Big ones
Got a job that pays me almost what I feel is adequate. Got engaged. Bought a house.
Those are pretty big. I think this year has been very good. Turning point? Probably. But it was bound to happen anyway. I was waiting for it to come along. And it’s come.
So here I am. I’m giving myself (seriously for some reason) one more year to be a “mid 20’s” care-free type of dude. 25 is another turning point for me. I want to have children. But I don’t want them that soon. I’m thinking maybe 27? Then I’m 45 by the time my kids are in college? That sounds good. I should be making some good money by then. Wow. 18 years. I can’t imagine how much my life or this world will change in 18 years. Will we still be alive as a human race? Will I still be living in the most dominant and powerful country in the world? Will my kids even go to college? So many future questions, every single one of them lacking answers.
I’m banking on it. The future. But a scary thought to think that you might not be around even for the next 10 years. Why save? Why pay the mortgage? Why work? What a mind fuck.
Another day lost working OT. Trading my time for some dollars. April 11, 2006 come and gone. How many people were born today? How many died? Another drop in the ocean.
I am hoping 25 will be less stressful. I am hoping that after the wedding I can kind of hang out for the little bit. Not have anything but the bills hang over my head. Since 9th grade, the last time I didn’t work a summer, I’ve been saying to myself, “One of these summers, I’m just going to completely veg. Just completely be lazy, wake up whenever I want, do whatever I want to, hang out at the parks, the oceans, read books, barbecue and roast marshmallows over a campfire.” Hasn’t happened. Probably won’t happen for a while. That’s ok. The idea of it being a possibility for every weekend is enough for me.
My birthday. Then one of my favorite weekends of the year, the weekend I always make as “memorable as possible”. Then it’s here. Another summer.
I am praying it doesn’t rain this weekend. Hook me up a little, someone up there? If not, eh. Wasn’t meant to be. What a year though. It’s actually hard to write about because I am scared I would go on for at least…a year. But, work’s over. Gotta go now.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Too Lazy
I am too lazy to post in my blog.
But look, I am doing it. I am very tired and sore from working out. How do people freaking do it? There are people at the gym that I see there every time. Do people seriously keep up this sort of dedication? There are some days that I just don’t want to go.
I want to make this short, because I don’t really have much to share.
Why don’t they make an alcoholic drink that gives you no side effects? Like, doesn’t fill you up, doesn’t give you a hang over, doesn’t make you sick, doesn’t hurt your liver, doesn’t make you fat…now that my friends, is an idea. Is that why they came up with the oxygen bar? I should try that sometime. I think I will the next time I am in Vegas. Stupid though, those people look so dumb doing that.
I am on an investment kick. In the past 3 weeks, I have invested more money than I ever have before given the same time period. I am trying to max out my Roth IRA that I started less than a month before the deadline for the year. That is ridiculous. I am ridiculous. I am a money hungry/grubbing bastard. I check on my checking accounts and investment accounts and 401k at least once a week. Just so I can drool over how much stupid money I’m not using. It is crazy. Finally, for the first time in my life, I’ve got some extra cash to burn (invest). Between Michelle and I, could we hit a million dollars before we are 30? Highly unlikely. Would I like us to? Of course. Maybe that will be a goal. 1 million dollars net worth by the time I am 30. HAH! Lofty. But I’m crazy enough about money that it could happen. A little luck wouldn’t hurt either.
I had a dream the other night that I won the million dollar guaranteed tournament on Poker Stars. First place is typically anywhere between $170K to $215K. I was dreaming that I was withdrawing, once a week, the maximum allowed to go to my Neteller account ($10K a week). I was going to surprise Michelle with a new car, buy myself a motorcycle and maybe figure out other investment strategies for that money. It was a sweet dream. But I think, that is all it is. Just a dream. I think that because I had daydreamed about that happening so much that I actually dreamt it. Kind of sucked waking up that morning. Kind of sucks waking up any morning. But we do it.
I would like to work over time. I want to try to burn out. There are stories of past coworkers that worked 2 months straight of 60 hour weeks. I want to beat that and do 3 months…5 months…a year. I calculated it out, and by working 60 hours a week, with 20 hours of overtime each week, I would almost double my salary…definitely money we could use. And I’m young. I feel like I can do it.
I’m going to end here, without really making any point. I think that I should write more often at night. My writing is more creative and less brain fried and…yeah, I’m leaving from work now.
But look, I am doing it. I am very tired and sore from working out. How do people freaking do it? There are people at the gym that I see there every time. Do people seriously keep up this sort of dedication? There are some days that I just don’t want to go.
I want to make this short, because I don’t really have much to share.
Why don’t they make an alcoholic drink that gives you no side effects? Like, doesn’t fill you up, doesn’t give you a hang over, doesn’t make you sick, doesn’t hurt your liver, doesn’t make you fat…now that my friends, is an idea. Is that why they came up with the oxygen bar? I should try that sometime. I think I will the next time I am in Vegas. Stupid though, those people look so dumb doing that.
I am on an investment kick. In the past 3 weeks, I have invested more money than I ever have before given the same time period. I am trying to max out my Roth IRA that I started less than a month before the deadline for the year. That is ridiculous. I am ridiculous. I am a money hungry/grubbing bastard. I check on my checking accounts and investment accounts and 401k at least once a week. Just so I can drool over how much stupid money I’m not using. It is crazy. Finally, for the first time in my life, I’ve got some extra cash to burn (invest). Between Michelle and I, could we hit a million dollars before we are 30? Highly unlikely. Would I like us to? Of course. Maybe that will be a goal. 1 million dollars net worth by the time I am 30. HAH! Lofty. But I’m crazy enough about money that it could happen. A little luck wouldn’t hurt either.
I had a dream the other night that I won the million dollar guaranteed tournament on Poker Stars. First place is typically anywhere between $170K to $215K. I was dreaming that I was withdrawing, once a week, the maximum allowed to go to my Neteller account ($10K a week). I was going to surprise Michelle with a new car, buy myself a motorcycle and maybe figure out other investment strategies for that money. It was a sweet dream. But I think, that is all it is. Just a dream. I think that because I had daydreamed about that happening so much that I actually dreamt it. Kind of sucked waking up that morning. Kind of sucks waking up any morning. But we do it.
I would like to work over time. I want to try to burn out. There are stories of past coworkers that worked 2 months straight of 60 hour weeks. I want to beat that and do 3 months…5 months…a year. I calculated it out, and by working 60 hours a week, with 20 hours of overtime each week, I would almost double my salary…definitely money we could use. And I’m young. I feel like I can do it.
I’m going to end here, without really making any point. I think that I should write more often at night. My writing is more creative and less brain fried and…yeah, I’m leaving from work now.
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