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Sometimes I wonder how lucky I am to have gotten to where I'm at now. I wonder how I ever made it here--the things I had to do to finally "make it" in real life. For instance, one summer when I didn't have school (I'm already shaking my head at this one), I needed to 
go get a job. So, I filled out my resume and made three specifically targeted editions of it: 1) one for a call center (since I had worked at VARIOUS call centers up to that point already), 2) one for a medical type aid (since I had taken care of my father for a few years, I was trying to work in an old folk's home), 3) a business professional one since I had education in the area, but no experience yet (I offered to work for free mind you on this edition of my resume). Well, I went to the locations to drop them off, hoping to receive an internship type offer from any company that would take me. It could have been the city of Provo, a call center's accounting/IT department, or whatever. I ended up going to Grant Thorton to ask to work for free for them just so I could learn and get some exposure. They put the smack down on me and said that they don't operate that way. If I wanted an internship I'd have to contact their corporate headquaters. Well, suffice it to say, I'll NEVER go work for GT after how rude they were when I went to go offer to work for FREE for them. I went to a few old folk's homes and mental institutions around town also to no avail. 
Alas, my only offer was a place called BRG (Basic Research Group). THe previous summer I had worked at a call center department for the company that sold (and still sells) testosterone creams, lip plumper creams, weight loss creams and pills (including one called Anorex for heaven's sake!). Currently they sell, "The Stretch Mark Reducer Turned Anti-Wrinkle Phenomenon."--Strivectin. DUUUUH. What a stupid company. But hey--they paid me 10 bucks an hour right? I hardly did anything too. Anyway--my point was, I was making good money there; good for Provo. BRG was my highest offer the following summer raking in a whopping 8 bucks an hour--when they needed you that is! Yeah, they'd have everyone there and as the low performers began to pop out in the day, they'd send them home and have only those that could succeed in getting people to do survey's to stay. And let me tell you what--these survey's were insanely long. I think that one of them took at least 45 minutes!!!!! And we were calling IT professionals (IT Directors, VP's of IT, CEO's, etc.). DUH! Of course we got a lot of Executive Assistants that would screen us out, but a few times, we'd actually get through. In the end, it was one of the crappiest job's I've ever had. The only saving grace I had were the people I worked for there. I always had Gorge (pronounced as Whore-Hey) and Dianne (see pictures above). Well, as you can tell, Dianne was a little tired when she came in each day. Gorge was the best, but has since gone back to Mexico. I just came across these pictures today and had flash backs to my days before I came to Texas. I sit here and think--I can't believe I made it past that point in my life to where I am now. It's been a long, crazy ride--this thing called life. Lates, Jason
That's right folks. I'm here and ready (finally) to take on home projects. This is my new baby. My 3 HP, 15 amp supercharged nitro table saw. Well, it's not really supercharged and it doesnt really have a nitro--but it sure does seem like it does.
This was my house warming gift. While Karen opted for rugs, drapes, and furniture, I decided to go with tools. Big, manly, overcompensating tools (overcompensating for the many years I've gone without that is). Karen has yet to get the drapes and furniture part, but she DID get rugs at least. She will continue to get stuff though I promise.
I actually made me some dang cool shelves for the garage. I kept the bottom shelf about 5-6 inches from the floor in case of a small flood (if it's a big flood, then who cares, but if it only floods an inch or two, then we'll be safe. I didnt pay for a piece of wood in building it either. That's the
beautiful thing about living around other new homes being built--the scrap wood is plentiful. So I'm guessing you could put a good 400 lbs at LEAST on each shelf without causing any damage to it. SWEET! If Judy wants to come and sleep over sometime I can clear a shelf off and put some sheets on it for her. It'll be the warmest bed in town. Karen wouldnt mind that actually now that I think about it. She loves the heat. Good thing too--there's PLENTY of it.
Here is my next project. It's a cedar lined hope chest that my great grandmother had. She gave it to my grandma when she turned 16 and my grandmother gave it to my mom when she turned 16 and my mom gave it to me when I moved into my first house! Basically--its super old, but still cool. So what's the current state of the piece? It's been painted with many coast of ugly ivory and ugly decorated roses (all by my grandmother). I'm going to strip that junk off, sand her down, and put some nice laquer/varnish on it. The inside is perfect and wont need any work. The front right foot 
broke off and I'll have to glue that back on (perhaps screw it in also) and then take the wheels off of each of the remainings legs (I dont see a need for it to have ugly, rusted rollers anymore).
Anyway, after that? I'm not sure what the catch will bring in, but I'm sure it'll be fun. OH! A couple book shelves for Karen. DEFINATELY. Book shelves!!!!! I'll let you know how it goes though. I start a required 55 hour week starting Monday, July 25 and I'm sure that will run until at least September or so when it will hike up to 60 hours, and in december or so it'll go up to around 65 hours until the end of February.
The summer was fun though and it gave us a chance to move in. I'm happy with that. No matter how bad busy season turns out to be, it's worth it. I love our new home. I love coming "home." I love sitting in my own family room and listening to seinfeld on my surround sound wired room, surfing the internet on a secured wired jack, and walking around in my own, clean, organized garage. Life is good my friends. I'm glad to have made it thus far in life.
lates,
Jason
go get a job. So, I filled out my resume and made three specifically targeted editions of it: 1) one for a call center (since I had worked at VARIOUS call centers up to that point already), 2) one for a medical type aid (since I had taken care of my father for a few years, I was trying to work in an old folk's home), 3) a business professional one since I had education in the area, but no experience yet (I offered to work for free mind you on this edition of my resume). 
