By Timo on 9/30/2007 3:32 PM

Memoirs of a Cross Country Adventure

by: Timo Schuzzilwenst

Knowing the time constraints of the real world, it is tempting to minimize this document so that more of you will read it. I have decided that I cannot properly document the trip if I do it in an abbreviated version. This trip summary is very LONG. Also, this story has adult content. Sex, poo, that sort of thing.

Day 1:

Leaving Randle was very difficult for me. I kept thinking about all that I was leaving behind, not about all that I was gaining by leaving. I couldn’t seem to press down on the gas pedal after everyone else had left the burger joint. It put a smile on my face to have my last Medlestede memory before our journey be Lara and Dan speeding by us in the big orange van, and both with their middle fingers out the window, uttering some appropriate sound effect that I do not now recall. Usually I consider myself a very reserved person, but in all honesty, I shed more tears during the Autumn War weekend than I should have. This is not an end to our time in Washington, but rather a short break. We will be back.

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By Timo on 6/23/2006 3:35 PM

Why are people so stupid?  I dont get mad often, but I sure did last night. 

 I was scheduled to get Lasik on Monday, but not no more.  When I arrived home after work yesterday, there was a message from the lasik institute.  They wanted to let me know that they had spoken to the surgeon and he had changed my procedure from a standard lasik to a PRK.  (Who friken cares. Im getting laser beams in my eyeballs on Monday and then I will never have to wear glasses again.  Hmmm....I wonder why they called to let me know that.)Um, why did you call and let me know about the change? 

Well, the PRK procedure is a little more......invasive. 

DEFINE INVASIVE.

Well, it takes more time to recover from a PRK procedure. 

DEFINE MORE TIME.

Some people can go back to work after only 5 to 7 days.  Some people need up to two weeks off from work though. 

5 to 7 DAYS!?!?!?!? WTF!?!?!?! For the past three months you told me that I would be back at work the next day. And now, three days before you shoot laser beams into my eyeballs you tell me that I wont be able to work for 5 to 14 days?  And you think that is OK? 

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By Timo on 4/28/2006 6:34 PM

On a scale of one to ten, my day was shitty.

So, several days ago I was offered a promotion from another Farmers office.  I was on cloud nine.  I would have had a team of ten claims adjusters that are doing the job that I am currently doing, and a nice hefty raise as well.  It took longer than it should have to get authorization from the district manager for me to have this promotion.  I learned today that I did not receive this authorization from the district manager.  Appearantly, because I just received a promotion several weeks ago, my district manager gave me an average performance rating in my new job because a few weeks was not enough time to 'prove myself'.  Average.  WOW.  Never mind that I had performed well above average to get the earlier promotion.  Never mind that I am fully qualified for this new job.  The district manager didnt want to have to find someone else to do the job I currently have, so he rated me average, knowing that I could never get a supervisory position with an average rating. ...

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By Timo on 4/26/2006 2:36 PM

Ok, so I remembered the dream I had last night.

I was a college kid living with my parents.  I woke up (in my dream) and realized that I was late for my first day of work at a new job.  I dont recall what the job was, but it involved walking through wet grass.  Landscaper maybe?  So I jumped out of bed and quickly started to dress.  As I was leaving the house, my dad called out, 'Arent you gonna put some shoes on?'.  I looked down and I was bare footed. I then walked back into the living room and attempted to put my shoes on.  I tried for what seemed like forever to put my shoes on, but it just wasnt happening.  I eventually realized that I was trying to wrap a Sunday newpaper around each foot and pull a sock over the top of it.  I thought 'dam I need new shoes, these arent gonna last too long in the wet grass'.  I continued to struggle with the 'shoes' until I looked up at the clock and saw that I was one minute late to work.  I woke up. 

What the heck does that mean?

 

 

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