Let me start off by saying that writing is not my forte. Be gentle. My name is Neal. I am a proud owner of an olive green Goodwill wind coat that I wear at all times in all weather conditions that I've sweat most of my days into its fibers. I have shoes that I hike, bike, and run in that smell fairly close to a stale vinegar. If you're a girl and are intrigued and still reading... I completely dig that. Over the past few months my mind has been really stretched and full of anxiety due to college, beer, women, sweet thrift store bikes, and figuring out why life has to be so damn difficult. So my solution to cure this problem could only be one thing. After successfully watching every episode of The Office to help mold any type of aspiration my conclusion is A. the show needs a half emotionally handicapped paper delivery boy that I fit the position of perfectly... and B. Life is full of absolutely awful jobs, and if you're blessed with the gift of having to deal with one then you should at least appreciate that you're more sane than the person next to you. I'll lead with an example.
My blessing of a gift came during my high school summers as a lawn mower for the local golf course. Every morning around 5 a.m. I would come into work only to be surrounded by the cast of "One Flew over the Cookoos Nest." No joke, within the group of three packs a day smokers and toothless men at least one of them would show signs of near insanity and it was my job to pick up on these occassions. After drinking a pot of foldgers coffee I would head out for my daily duties and was ready to tackle anything that came my way.
One story that I'll share about the golf course right now is about a guy named Larry. Larry stands at a towering 6'7" tall, lacks in the teeth department, and I am not going to lie, I may have wet myself a little after first meeting him. Larry has lived in our small town of Norway his entire life, drives a chick magnet of a rusted out 94' cadillac missing an exhaust pipe and I'm fairly certain that without him I would have no blog. I love Larry. However, I was also threatened that I would be shot in the back with a rifle by Larry so my feelings are purely a love/hate relationship. My story isn't really a story, its only a few sentences showing that maybe humor and enjoying life are in some ways from realizing life can get better. Whether its a possible stint as an oddball on a t.v. show or working next to the characters you see on t.v. in your everyday job. Is there a difference? I guess being threatened to be shot in the back might make me think twice but maybe not.
