Why I Started This Blog: The Genesis Of A New Venture
Welcome to the genesis of my blog! Join me as I weave the tale of how I started this blog and my journey from disgruntled young employee to disgruntled, older professional. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.
My Boss Superkicked My Filing Cabinet.
There’s been a few times in my life where I have been able to pinpoint the exact moment I knew I was going to leave a job. At NBC, it was when Tim Gunn mumbled on the phone and berated my boss for 12 minutes because I didn’t understand him when he said, “It’s Tim Gunn”. Can you imagine the audacity? A lowly assistant not knowing the God-King of fashion, Tim Gunn?? How gauche! Less than 3 minutes after the poor PR director came out of her office looking like she just spent those same 12 minutes on Omaha Beach, I was gone for good. At Marvel Comics, it was when I spent my entire paycheck on a round of drinks for my coworkers in midtown Manhattan and realized $10 an hour working in NYC wasn’t going to cut it. I was making $400 a week, or basically 4 mixed drinks at an NYC rooftop bar. At my insurance job in Westchester, NY, it was a thirteen cent raise. Promised by the VP for a year that if I busted my ass and showed initiative I would be handsomely rewarded, she didn’t disappoint. Alas, when you’re pulling in an extra 26 cents a month, the money goes to your head sometimes. And now, in beautiful Nashua, New Hampshire, at a job I have thrived at for over 3 years that pays me almost too well, it was when my boss superkicked my file cabinet.
Now don’t get me wrong, my current boss is far and away the best boss I’ve ever had. He’s the type of manager that instills confidence in you and lets you sink or swim. I thought I had no business even interviewing for this job, let alone being hired. My boss (and the president of the company) told me he thought I could do the job and boy was he right. He’s a good man, a family man, and a strong judge of character. He also, at 63 years old, can still clear 4 feet clean with his Ultra Suburban Dad BBQ New Balances and punt my file cabinet into oblivion (RIP sweet prince).
So why the Superkick, you ask? Well, if it wasn’t one thing, it would most assuredly be the other. The guy is stressed beyond belief and I have seen him age 5 years in the past 2 months. A simple mistake by a coworker not double checking his work was the nail in the coffin for my poor filing cabinet, an innocent bystander at ground zero in Chernobyl. The reason for the unmitigated stress is simple as well, he is selling this company that he has built for 40 years. He is selling this company as quickly as he sold the promise to me that within 3 years he would retire and put me on the board of execs as COO. A 32 year old COO, wouldn’t that be nice? I’ll just pack up, leave my friends and family, head on over to the Opioid Crisis State, put in my time and rake in the cash. Instead, I am starting a blog and wondering just where the fuck I’m going to be in the next year or so. This blog, birthed from a Superkick that would make the Young Bucks squeal with pride. I have a lot to say – about a lot of things – but not necessarily a lot of people to say it to.
“I just want you to enjoy a point of view that I enjoy”
The brilliant Alan Watts is the author of that quote and I can’t help but find it extremely fitting for this blog. The same Alan Watts that I wouldn’t even know about without my lovely girlfriend, who is infinitely both wiser and better looking than me. I just want you to enjoy my point of view, which may just be completely directionless as most of my life has been, but it is mine nonetheless. So, please, pull up a chair and listen to me rant and rave about everything from travel, to white collar work, to motorcycles, to video games, to pro wrestling….Actually there’s probably going to be a shit ton of nerdy topics covered in this blog, but I promise to balance them out with posts about TEH SPORTZ. Life is a song, and here are my lyrics.
