National Turn Industries

Such is the name of the company that I for work.

That "company" is actually just a guy with a plan. He hired various people to do various things, and oversees the whole thing. Then he started collecting contracts, mostly from military housing in Quantico. Apparently, that makes him a company. But hey, isn't that how they always start? A guy with a plan. Wish I had a plan.

I KNOW! I'll steal all the celery in the world!

No, not THAT kind of plan. A career plan! But for now, this will do.
See, the original plan was, I sign on with them, give a helping hand for a few weeks until their "changing lightbulbs" contract started up on the 16th. Then, I would be working 5 hours a day, you guessed it: changing lightbulbs. But either I did something right, or my boss decided I couldn't work unsupervised, because now the plan has changed. I stay working with him and Dan at 8-10 hours a day, and someone else does the lightbulbs thing. Great! That works out just fine for me because, originally, I was going to pick up a second job since I'd only be changing lightbulbs 'till 12 or 1 in the afternoon. Unfortunately, or fortunately, I never got that second job. But now, I don't need one, 'cause this one is full time! And at that kinda pay, it sure beats anything else I could be doing. Working with my bro, getting exercise, good pay... Good stuff. I mean, don't get me wrong, caulking the seal around bathtubs all day long isn't exactly glorious(or dignified), but I finally feel like I'm doing something. There IS satisfaction in a job well done here. So, that's something. On the other hand, there are certain... risks in this job. For example, when you've got a narrow landing halfway up a stairwell, a fifteen-foot ceiling, and a burned-out lightbulb, there are only so many things you can do...


Q. How many Hichborns does it take to screw in a lightbulb?


A. Two. One to screw in the lightbulb, and one to do 180 lbs. squats until he can lift his brother while standing on a stepladder.

What else is going on...?
Oh, a car search! But, that'll have to wait, because I'm on the phone. So, sorry to cut y'all off, but I'll post again soon(hopefully).

Peace out.
--Hich

Rants, observations, 'n stuff.

You know what's annoying? Showers. I was taking a shower the other day, and I was musing on something. Why do they make 180 degrees of temperature options on the faucet, and make 1/4 of a degree actually bearable shower temperature? I mean, it's either fridgid-to-the-point-of-giving-you-hypothermia, just right, or scalding-hot-magma-water. Who would EVER use the fully to the right or fully to the left options? For ANYthing?! It's the same principle as making the speed-o-meter go all the way up to 120 MPH when that's not a legal speed ANYwhere, or making the over go up to 500 degrees when NOTHING calls for that amount of cooking. Does it make us feel more powerful?!

So, I finally have a job. Oh, quick follow up on pro-life t-shirt day... I got dress coded. At a Catholic College. For wearing a pro-life T-shirt. Go figure. Anyway, I work as a maintenance guy, cleaning up houses for new homeowners. It'd be a pretty sweet gig if it was a little more stable hours, but I can deal. At least it pays well. So, yeah. I'm doing that and looking for a car... That's pretty much all I've got.

Luzianne Tea kicks Lipton Tea's ass. I don't care who you are: if you claim to prefer Lipton, it's because A. You've never heard of Luzianne. B. You work for Lipton. C. You are a communist. That's it. No other options.

I like toast.

I had an appreciation day. Like a serious, no kidding, school-recognized "Joe Hichborn Appreciation Day" at Christendom. It was pretty amazing. I had teachers shaking my hand(Dr. Keats even gave me a hug!), it was announced at lunch, and I gave a speech. Hooray for freshmen with too much time on their hands.

I have a webcam!!! Observe:



Also, in case you couldn't tell, I got a haircut.

Hmm... Brief summary of goings on... Ben's living with me now. Oh, and he also reads this blog now, which means I gotta talk nice about him. He and I have been laughing at my angsty antics on here pre-junior year... *sigh*. Good times.

My diploma, which is arguably my most valuable possession(considering what I had to go through to get it), is sitting at the bottom of a stack of useless papers, gathering dust. How is it gathering dust at the bottom of a pile, you ask?

It manages.

Meawnhile, my computer and Ben's SNES get plenty of use. Ironic? No, just a testament. A testament to our greatness.

Oh, I'm behind on ALL reports. Hang on.



Now, I ask you to briefly reflect on the fact that I asked you to hang on, depsite the fact that, for you, the process was instantaneous. Heh, weird.

Snake's still going strong, for those who are interested.

Saw my first firefly of the season.

IT'S RUDE TO TYPE IN ALL CAPS!!!!!!!!!

Ok, that's all for now. Hopefully, this was good enough to re-spark interest in my blog, both from readers AND myself. I want to start posting again... It's good to have a hobby. Cheers, fools.

Ciao,
--Hich