Suggested soundtrack: "My Old Ways" by Dr. Dog (pirate it, it's great)
Before I get started on this thing, let's take a moment to talk about things at this point. I'm a 28-year-old college grad (SDSU, Communications) living the easy life in sunny San Diego. I've got a rich and satisfying social life, and a job that pays the bills and leaves enough to allow me to get rip-roaring drunk on a nightly basis. Which is nice. But, really, I'm treading water financially. I say I want to open a bar or restaurant of my own, but there's not a chance in hell of me doing that on a waiter's wages. I need a better income, sure. But even if I were to double my income in San Diego, I've got a social network set up that gives me an excuse to party nightly, and like a Koi fish's growth rate relative to pond size, will grow as expensive as my income allows. So I gotta go.
Opportunity knocked in the form of my great friend Mike and his great family which, for some reason, seems to like me more than my own family. I've been given a job (Persoanl loan consultant) in a good company (Countrywide Home Loans) and a free place to stay in the meantime (with Mike's sister, brother -in-law, and their three kids). My job is performance based, so it is up to me to kick ass, income-wise, while I live for free and don't know anyone. I will have my own room and share a bathroom with JD, the 8-year-old son. I will go from sharing a house with Nick and Jason, where dinner is ramen and it is eaten from the pot and chased with a Miller High Life, to sharing a house with John (Dad) and Kim (Mom, soccer mom actually) and Hailey (15, girl, hardcore soccer player) and Hunter (10, girl, also an avid sportswoman) and JD (8, boy, aspiring scientist this week, changed from aspiring ninja last week), eating dinner around a table, and dropping the kids off at practice.
From Party Nik to Uncle Nik.
Can I do it?
I'm kinda curious about that myself.
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Hi, I'm Nik. You know me, you know how I do. Well, I'm changin' it up. Dropping my life of booze and broads and moving to the bible belt to see if I can make it as a cubicle jockey. This little blog will keep everyone updated as I adjust to a whole new lifestyle. Thanks for listening.
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Nik, the Dallas do-er
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1 comment:
Guess, I am your #1 fan, or at least the only person you know who also sits in a cube farm. It's not that bad...
Hope your road trip is going well.I have made the trip to Dallas once and have a few tips:
Avoid the temptation of stopping for the sideshow advertised as the "THING."
Follow the rules of the road and by this I mean the truckers are your friends. When on the road, trail behind them, they haul ass and kind of set the speed.
Mr. Clancy would advise: to check your fluids early and often to avoid mechanic failure on the road, that and go where the people go, and for the love of GOD be safe.
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