WORK

I have once again, completely thrust myself at the mercy of my job. I had to fire probably the best employee i had, well not really fire him but transfer him. He is being transfered to the hollywood side because i can't give him enough hours. He's got a kid on they way, and he really needs the money so i figured this would probably be the best situation for him. It just sucks cause now i lost the only guy who was there before i got there... well that and he was incredibly reliable and the best employee i have ever had. Oh well, i guess life goes on.

But anyways, because i had to let him go, i am now working even more to try to train my two other people to his standard so i can trust the store when i leave for vacation or whatever. My hours in the store are skyrocketing. I guess that is my job too huh?

I really have no social life. Chew on this, the only time i do anything outside of work is my roomate, who is the only person i have taken any time to get to know since i have gotten here. I have been so fixated on the past i have completely forgotten to take in to effect i am in a totally new place. I know one person here, my roomate, if i don't get out there and try to meet new people i am never going to have a lot of madison friends here. My only madison friends right now are people i work with and my roomate. Well that and my fraternity brothers whom i never talk to cause i am an asshole.

Bill is coming up tonight, that is gonna be fun. We are actually prolly gonna hit a bar around here, and have us some random Gamma Epsilon hijinks. YES I JUST SAID HIJINKS!!

So i have been drinking a lot more since i got here, apparently that is the only fun thing to do here in madison according to my roomate. When you get done with work for the week, you spend your weekend getting trashed. I am pretty good about keeping it to once per week, but that is still way more drinking than i ever wanted to do again, i went down that drinking road. That was not a fun road. I guess i just i don't have to watch new friends fall into another bad habit.

Which also reminds me, i have been doing an awefully horrible job of being everyone's dad. All of my whitewater friends drink A LOT!!! I may have never really noticed it before i guess, but i mean there just has to be more to do than drink every night. I mean everytime i talk to peanuts he is playing circle of death that night. I am not trying to judge, cause who am i to talk, but i just never noticed before and now i am taking notice. I just hope nobody gets too silly and gets hurt. I think that drinking is what has cause 90 percent of my drama while i was in whitewater, drinking either by me or by the other person who became part of the drama. The problem is that when people drink, they think that it is the best time to have important conversations, yet again a point that i have no grounds to stand on, but i am just saying. I am making it a personal goal of mine to not do drunk calls or maintain any kind of serious conversation when i am trashed. The hopes of this is to not say something i would potentially regret. And for all of you who say that alcohol makes you honest, that is horshit, it makes you say stupid things you don't mean and you know it better than i do you silly peoples.

I have said plenty of stupid things when i was under the influence, and i am making it my personal goal to stop. However that doesn't mean that you shouldn't have fun, just strongly consider what you say before you say it. Or maybe just don't bring it up to me.

I am forcing myself into a no drama zone. I have tried very hard to be there, but i constantly create drama. I need to stop. No more talking about depressing subjects on my blog, if i have nothing to say that is positive and upbeat, then i will say nothing at all. The last thing someone needs to read when they look on my blog is why i am depressed at that juncture. In all actuality i am not that depressed i am just a drama whore apparently. I need to stop giving off the impression that something is wrong with me and just accept that i have a fantastic life.

Wow that entire entry is really really wierd.

Well here is what it boils down to, for all of you who stopped reading my blog cause you were tired of me bitching about women, i am going to try my best to stop now. There that is all.

Dennis Lynn

P.S. I wasn't kidding before i really really don't like the name fish. However if you feel you really have to call me that nickname go right ahead. I just feel like if that is the only way you know me, then you don't know the real me. The people who have really cared about me i have found were able to discern between using my real name and using my nickname. I respect those people because they have respect for me. I still have the respect for people who use my nickname, but it is time to give it up. Like i said though, if that is the only way you know me, then do what you have to do i guess, i just worry that maybe you should try to get to know me a little better, then you may have seen all along how much i really disliked that name. Sorry to my big brother tommy, who gave me that nickname, i know you were really proud to give me it, but that is not who i am. Well, at least not who i wanted to be.

Take care... again.

Dennis