Phoenix

So… I went to the dessert… and spent most of my time in a pool.

Phoenix was fun, a whole lot of fun… Nerve wracking at first but it got better quickly. It was warm, comfortable summer warm, not crazy I’m melting’ hot. It was all sorts of weird going from cold to warm to colder… my body didn’t know how to handle it.

We spent the first few days in a hotel, it was nice, Heather was great. We went out on a date, dinner and a movie. We saw ‘New Moon’ and I didn’t have to get dragged to it, then went to a place called ‘Claim Jumper’ that was very good (and strangely cheap). Like I said, most of the time in a pool and some hot tub time, was absolutely lovely to spend the last days of November outside in the water.

Heather left before I, and I spent the last night in a hostel… it was a slightly strange but homey place that had a lot of character. Would like to go back some time, it was in the downtown of Phoenix and would like to explore some more down there. The hotel was in an area called Tempe… also nice.

Heather and I got along very well, it was a great long weekend with her… and I do miss her a fair bit now that I am home.

Funny work story.

Well… I had an embarrassing day at work…

It was just one of those days… everything seemed to be working against me. I got in shit for missing a meeting… then got in trouble for wearing a wrist wrap for the carpel tunnel (apparently with out a doc’s note it is considered ’Personal Apparel’), and that was all making me quite pissy. But then the good stuff happend.

I was helping an older gentleman buy a computer, I got him a pretty complete package and made a pretty good commission off of him. He has a tower, monitor, speakers and printer and needs help out to his car. So I bend down to pick it all up (it was light, just awkward) and there was a loud crack…

I had split my pants…

And not just a little bit… it was from the waist band in the back to the bottom of my zipper. The old guy was just laughing at me… and it was funny… i do no begrudge him this, but I couldn’t help him out to his car… so I called my manager who was too busy to help him out… so I took my black dress shirt off and tied it around my waist and helped the guy out to his car… chuckling all the way, then rush back into the store… by this time… my ass was freezing!

So I walk in, call my manager (who is just a floor manager… this will come into play later) tell him I’m going to Zellers (which is in the mall) and getting pants. I go get pants and come back, as soon as I hit the door the store manager gives me shit for being out of uniform, and in front of a bunch of trainees that I will be working with no less.

There is more of the story… where I yell at the manager in his office and get the store to pay for the replacement pants… but thats not the funny part.

Hey look! A post!

Firstly, the work…

I work for a unnamed company (rhymes with Super Mop) that is a mixture of all sorts of kick ass and ball licking suckage. I am on commission, so I have an immediate way to gage how I am doing at my job, this is a good thing and a bad. On the days I do well, I feel like a freaking rock star, I’m full of adrenalin and excitement. My commission is high, I feel confident like I can do no wrong and that I can help the people that come into the store to find what they need. On the days I do shitty, I feel like a fuck up, I can’t seem to do anything right, people ask me questions to which I don’t know the answers to, and I trip over my words a lot.

Its kinda like having a job that makes me bi-polar.

And the more rock star days I have, they make the shitty days that much worse.

But all in all the job isn’t bad per se, most of the people I work with are pretty cool, there are one or two that could be removed from the face of the planet and never be missed, but that is every job I have ever worked. But I get to hang out in a store that has all sorts of electronic gadgetry and talk about computers all day. I even get to fix the odd computer now and again.

Secondly, the personal…

So! Guess who is going to Phoenix at the end of November? Thats right, this guy!

After an exhausting internet search, Heather and I have found that Phoenix suites our needs best, being a) affordable, and b) warm… I mean a little trip to a dessert in the beginning of winter? Freaking sweet! It wasn’t the first place that popped into my head to go in the states, but it works, and I get to see Heather so its win, win, win all around.

The Charming Mick

Its been a little while sense I posted, and I know my legion of fans is chomping at the bit for more so here I go.

It has been brought to my attention lately that I can be charming. I don’t mean this in an egotistical way, just that I have the ability to turn up the nice, and be pleasantly funny V.S. the mischievous little bastard intending on offending everyone.

I have known for a while than I can do this… but it relates back to how I feel about my self, if I feel shitty, or if I’m a little down, I get harder to deal with. I’m not as easy to approach, my humor gets darker and more self deprecating, I tend to have a quicker temper and I have a hard time talking to people. Lately though this hasn’t been the case.

I have been feeling pretty good lately, there is a charming young lass that is to blame for this, as well as being back home in my comfort zone. I feel better than I have in a long time. The reason I am so amazed at this is, I am working a sales job right now… its not something I love, but its still working with computers, so at least I get to talk about things I like all day long, but fuck if I’m not good at it.

Now I’m not a ‘Salesman’ I don’t want to convince people to buy things they don’t need, I’m not going to force sales, and I will NOT lie about any product to get it off the shelf, but in a room full of people that are planning to wheel and deal anyone that comes in… I stick out like a sore thumb, and I have been getting some great feedback at work over it. I never thought I could pull this off… I would have given me just 50/50 odds that I would have been canned before the training was done.

I’m really not looking to toot my own horn here, I am honestly just surprised this is all working out, the job strokes my ego a fair bit, being home again is great, and the girl who gets me going is a nice combination.

I’m gonna do something I haven’t done in a while…

I’m gonna bitch about work.

But the funny thing is… I can’t tell you where I work. I work for a large company, and it has a few rules about there employees and bloging… and if I say where I work and then talk about it in a unflattering light… I’ll get fired. They have a fucking department in the head office that looks for this shit, and I am dead fucking serious. So those of you who read this, if you happen to know where I work… please don’t fill everyone else in, I could get canned.

So I haven’t really worked with any great regularity in a while now. I have had a shitty part time job and worked at a book store, but now I’m back to full time, which is a little weird, this having shit to do and all. The job is a little disappointing thought… I went in for a tech position… had a okay first interview… and thought I had it in the bag when I got the call back. NOPE! They offered me a sales position instead… *grumble, grumble*

Back to my first 2 days… I have spent the whole time sitting in an office reading… the most boring drivel ever committed to paper… no really… its drivel. There has been nothing stimulating about this in any way shape or form, I was nervous before about being on the sales floor, but now I crave it just for the stimulation. I NEED SHIT TO DO! I don’t do boredom well, and fuck if I’m not bored, I’m an ADD kid and need near constant stimulation.

Nasties.

Another one.

Something strange today.

I have been home all day, I took care of a few things I have been putting off.

Well home is a strong word… where I am staying is with some friends, so their home. Well they’re on vacation right now and I am keeping an eye on things, and around 2 I heard something strange.

Was at the kitchen table working on my laptop, and I felt a thud ruble through the house, then I heard a loud moan. The dog is in the back yard and the cat isn’t big enough for that kind of sound… then I hear someone moan. At first I thought the neighbor was working on there roof and fell off (the houses are close together and they just put up a satellite, so in theory they could have fallen off and hit the exterior wall) but when I went out side I say a younger guy in a hoodie getting up, brushing him self off, and cradling his arm, then scapmer off… I didn’t see where he went really.

Now I don’t know the neighbors, at all, so it could just be one of there stupid kids trying to fix the satellite… but given how loud the thunk was when he hit the ground, and that I felt it in the house and considering the neighborhood, I am beginning to think that it was an attempt at a robbery… So now I am paranoid and am sitting here with a bat…

Back to the Nasties.

A new pic for the Nasties… I am having _way_ too much fun with this.

Well… at least I went.

So a post or two ago I mentioned that I was thinking about going to a fetish group ‘munchie’ in the city I live it… well I did it, but still chickened out.

When I got to the pub the meeting was at there was a notice for another group there, a university from the same Provence was having an alumni meeting at the same pub. So when I walk in to grab a seat at the bar, I see two groups… and they look all but identical. Initially I desired to play the fly on the wall, but I didn’t know which group I was watching. So, surprise, surprise, I had a beer and just watched them both.

It didn’t take too long for the fetish group to show it’s colors. A pretty young thing walked in… she was quite petite, although had a corset on that made her rather busty and she was around 5 ft tall and carrying a leash. The man attached to this leash was a HUGE bear of a guy about 6′6″ and dressed as a kinky biker. I kinda figured which group was which after that.

I regret not going to introduce myself, but I couldn’t work up the nerve… I sat and watched this, rather large, diverse group have a great time, and I sat drinking at the bar pretending to watch golf (its like watching fly’s fuck… really). I think the problem is contact… If I could have gotten over my anxiety, I’m sure everything would be fine… but that little panicking bastard in the back of my head wouldn’t let me go over there. I need one of two things, 1) keep going to these things until can grow a set of balls and just go say hi, 2) a point of contact. At this point neither seems especially likely.

I am a member of a fetish social networking site that I could use to try and meet someone to help break the ice, but I still don’t know if I can approach this. But I suppose that I should just get over myself and go and talk to someone… I mean fuck… what group is more likely to be accepting than a fetish group?

Good conversation and Caffeine.

Most anything creative I have had a hand in have come from this combo, sleep deprivation is the 3rd ingredient sometimes, but I usually regret what I come up with when all 3 are present and accounted for.

While chatting away this evening with Trix the topic of shirts came up… more to the point of it, making shirts. The conversation got started with something about nastiness, and I said something to the effect of  – ‘Us nasties have to look out for each other.’ and Trix saying that we need shirts… and that she wanted a shirt that said ‘Dirty old lady for the win’.

Ever since then, I can’t stop thinking about it… and these are what I came up with.

P.S. I didn’t create the image, just doctored it a little… so if your reading this and its yours… please don’t sue me