This week has kind of turned into a bust, as far as interesting happenings. It’s already Thursday, and we’ll be lucky to have done anything fun or worth writing about by bedtime tomorrow. This is what happens when I try to plan for things, and the reason why I tend to prefer to play things by ear. It’s hard for all your plans to come unraveled if they never existed in the first place. For those of you who were waiting for news of what David and I have been up to, I’ll just say that we’ve been playing video games and trying to relearn how to cover our mouths when we cough. One of those was easier than the other. Soon enough, the Minkey will be back in school, and I will have to drop off more resumes throughout my community in the hopes that I will have somewhere that I can spend my days. For a quick minute, it looked like I might have been able to get into business with my wife and a friend of ours, but it looks like no one wants my management expertise. But have no fear, gentle readers, Tex Batmart will rise once more to while away the waking hours making money for someone else.
I can feel the proximity of my dream, but I have felt that way before. Every time I try to make things happen sooner than they should, I wind up frustrated at the wait. In a non-religious way, I’ve come to find that everything happens for a reason, and if I’d made things happen according to my schedule, as opposed to being forced to bide my time, I would never have come to know many people who helped add meaning to my life, including the wonderful woman who became my wife. I am not a patient man, nor am I easygoing. I am easily irritated by stupidity, and I tend to ask much from those foolish enough to call themselves my friends. And my worst sin of all is that I am prone to digressive ramblings so convoluted that I frequently forget the point of my diatribe long before I have finished it. I don’t know, maybe I need another whirl working for someone else so that I can try to nail down patience in the face of unrelenting idiocy. It’s time like this when I miss the couple of good people who were kindly enough to employ me.
It’s been a longstanding dream of mine to go out in a blaze of glory on my last day of work; to just completely go off on the worst type of customer and let the remaining management pick up the P.R. pieces. But no matter how many times that I have wished it, I’ve never made it happen. There are times when I wish that I wasn’t such a professional. Even at my last job (the one I left almost three months ago, my wife would like to point out), where I was upset, and feeling undervalued, and a freakout on a rude and deserving customer wouldn’t be entirely out of line, I still held it all together, and continued doing the job I was paid for, up until the moment I clocked out. Heck, I’ve even had people from that company call to ask me a question or two (wrapped deep, of course, in small talk and checking up on how I’m doing), and while I could have easily told them what to do and with which tuberous vegetable, I still made it a point to help them as best I could. I’m not out to get a good reference from them, I simply want to leave the company in better shape than when I got there. And considering what was dragging it down, I don’t know how realistic a goal that has been.
I apologize for such a late column, but I was taking care of some family business, and the day sort of got away from me. I was tempted to put this column off, and just work on my Throwback Thursday post for Batmart After Dark this evening, but I need to keep on at this or I will never polish off all the rust which has ground me to a halt. Despite having gone off at some length about the insidious nature of planning out my future, I’m hoping to get fully back into the swing of things tomorrow with a rant about some minor injustice or another. I think I’ve been pretty good about trying to keep it light over the past week and a half or so, and that I’ve earned myself some grumbling. Don’t worry, though: I will attempt to call out the nouns which have done me wrong in some form or another in an irreverent sort of manner.
On a small side note, I plucked a hair from my upper lip, and as I glanced downward in the direction I had tossed it, I saw a tiny moth hovering just below my face. It may be that the time has come for me to divest myself of facial hair and stare down the world with the face of a tween again. And without the beard and moustache, I will be forced to let my wife trim what little hair remains on the backside of my head, so as to avoid appearing to be a particularly unattractive lady. Not that there is anything wrong with being a lady, unattractive or not. I simply find myself self-conscious of the man-boobs which I have grown through decades of neglect. My eyes are up here, thank you very much!
So, sit back, relax, eat some dinner, or whatever it is that you, my dear compatriot, are wont to do in the early evening. I’ll be starting to go through my old MySpace blogs again just as soon as we say goodbye, and I’ll see you all a little later this evening with some of the best of Tex Batmart in the year 2006!
-Tex