Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Why workout? What's the big deal with the gym? I'll tell you.

Lately the topic of why I enjoy lifting weights has come up a few times with more than one person; more specifically why I'm a bit obsessive over it. I'd like to address the whole topic of people working out and the passion behind it. Maybe that will help people who don't get it to understand better. I have been asked a whole bunch of times why I'm so into working out, and what's so special about going to the gym, etc., etc., etc. so I'll see if I can explain. Now then....

The weight room is a place where people go to better themselves, and for that reason alone anybody I see in the weight room with me deserves my respect and I deserve theirs. It says something about a person if they are committed to going to the gym multiple times a week to exercise and better themselves physically. It says something about what kind of person you are if you are dedicated enough to go to the gym the majority of the week and sweat and work hard and push on through the pain to get the results you want. I have seen bad reactions from people when I say this, but honestly, I have a special respect reserved for other people I see at the gym all the time because they're driven to better themselves and they are there all the time as I am, pushing their limits and reaching for more.

In the weight room, everybody is equal. A lower class man could be working out next to the CEO of a fortune 500 company and in the gym it's all about work ethic, strength, and the will to push through the pain and sweat. That CEO may have all the money in the world, but that means nothing when it comes down to who's willing to sweat more and work harder and lift more.

In the weight room it's you versus the weights. It doesn't matter if other people don't think you work out, it doesn't matter if they can't tell you love lifting more than anything, what matters is the weight you put up week in and week out and the fact that you're busting your ass in there to get stronger. The satisfaction of setting a new personal best with an exercise is something that nobody can take away from you, and the strength it takes to do it is something they can't touch either. The years of working out for hours a day, almost every day, the constant drive to better yourself, and the countless amounts of sweat you put into working out is something that people who don't work out will never understand. They will never understand the determination you have and the work ethic you possess, and they won't understand that huge smile on your face when you finish a workout and you've benched more than you ever dreamed you could or you leg pressed over 4 times your own weight. They just won't get it, and that's alright.

The weights don't change, they don't take it easier on you, they don't give in if you're not having a good day. They make you work for everything you get, they make you earn it. The weights teach you lessons about yourself. You learn what you're really capable of in the gym, you learn that just because your muscles are burning and the lactic acid is building up and you can't catch your breath doesn't mean you're finished. It means that you're in your zone, and that you're putting in some serious work. It teaches you not to give up on other things, it teaches you to stick with something until you get the results you want, it teaches you not to settle for anything less than what you want.

It reveals your own inner character, because at the end of the day, you're either going to grit your teeth and crank out that last set or you're going to make up an excuse and quit on yourself. When you find that you're tough enough to work yourself to exhaustion and even nausea at times, you'll find that you develop self-respect and confidence. The physical benefits will come too, but more important than anything else - you'll know what you're capable of, you'll know how hard you're willing to work, and you'll know just how strong you can be. And nobody can ever, ever take that away from you.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

The seemingly-never-ending quest for a job.

Hello there ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages. This post is about me and my search for a job, or rather, the string of rejections that compose my, "job search". I left my job as a financial advisor in early December because as I may have mentioned before, it paid me absolutely nothing. Since that first week in December, I have been looking for a new job with very little luck. Granted, it has only been about a month and a half at this point of looking...but it's still a very large pain and quite humbling. Seriously, nothing makes you feel quite so useless as getting rejected from jobs more times than you can even keep count of. I send out a few apps a day, and so at this point I've truly lost track of a lot of them. The fun part is when I get e-mail rejections from jobs that I forgot I applied for (end sarcasm). That always brings me back down to earth, but motivates me to apply more too.

On another note, college is worth the money and effort. It is. I know this, you know this, we all know it, but I have to tell you - until you have a job and more importantly until you have $$$ to show for it...having a college degree doesn't really make you feel like anything is different about you. And in reality, it's not. But still, it'd be nice to get something for all that hard work wouldn't it? Someday.

Ok so I have 2 different hypotheses as to why I can't get a job. We'll start with the one that makes me seem less like a useless idiot for the sake of my self esteem.

1.) "The economy and job market are in a bad place" reason:
-This is true and all, but everybody thinks they're special and so that shouldn't apply to us. I was like that for awhile...until I forgot how many times I got shot down for a job I applied for. Now I realize I'm just like anybody else, and I'm not special or anything. Humbling, seriously. I could go on and on about the economy and this country but it's boring and too much to write. Simply put, our country really really really needs to get it's f-ing act together. This isn't news to anybody, but honestly when was the last time things were good in this country? I mean good as in unemployment rates and the state of the economy and financial markets and when we weren't sticking our hands in every other country's business constantly. Before 9/11/2001? Probably still a few more years before that even because we have to account for the tech bubble bursting and all that fun stuff.

2.) The "you really suck and are dumber than a fake leg" reason:
-Hopefully this isn't true, but I gotta tell ya...it sure feels like it sometimes.

So what's a guy to do?
NPH has the answer. Oh and italics won't turn off now, maybe I really am dumber than a fake leg. Anyway here's the answer, and here's what I do.

Thanks for reading my stupid stories and thoughts, have a great day!

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Epic Win FTW (for the win). Super funny collection of pictures that just scream win.

This was passed along to me by my friend SnowBird, and it's seriously full of awesome and funny pictures....definitely worth a quick browse.

if you can watch this whole video without laughing, i'll give you a dollar.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Betsy the Potted Palm

Ok so since my last post I resigned from my job as a financial advisor because it was not paying me any money and was actually going to start costing me a few hundred dollars a month to work there. Since I am not Uncle Pennybags from Monopoly I could not afford that and I chose to leave in search of a job with a salary rather than commission.

So how's that going you ask?
-Well I left in early december and as of today (january 12th) I do not have a job yet. I've applied for a bunch of jobs but I've lost track of how many e-mails I've gotten telling me that "other candidates qualifications more closely match our requirements" or something along those lines. Annoying, but it's all good. Now you might be wondering, well cjames37 you should probably get a part time job. You'd be correct, and I am trying. Interesting enough, I cannot manage to do that either. I was rejected for a bank teller position for an unnamed company that uses a red and yellow logo with a horse and carriage, even though I have almost 12 months of bank teller experience. Go figure.

I have decided that because I have a bit of free time currently, with the whole being unemployed thing and all, that I will write about my daily or weekly life in a way that I hope will entertain anybody who reads this and ideally make them laugh. If not, then you suck and have no sense of humor. Just kidding, sort of. Ok so now in doing this I'll be talking about my personal life and those around me, and to protect their privacy I'll refer to everybody as a nickname. Some nicknames will be obvious, and some will be random names that have nothing to do with who I'm talking about. For instance I may call a girl "Hubert" or "Cletus" because that will confuse you (the reader) and because I think those are funny names. Moving on...

What do you do on a daily basis?
-So happy you asked. My day generally consists of a few simple things. I go to the gym and workout and pretend that I'm super ultra strong and huge, but in reality I'm not. I mean, i'm not skinny, but I would just say i'm athletic looking rather than "that dude looks like he could lift me over his head and throw me out the window" big. After the gym things just get more boring. I go home, put on techno music, and apply for jobs. Why techno? Because techno makes me type faster and apply to more places. There's no real correlation between the music and why I do that, so don't ask. It just works, and my neighbors can think I'm weird, but they're right so it's ok. Now as of today the applying process is a mixed experience because while I feel good about being productive and applying for jobs, I have been getting e-mail rejections for other jobs I applied for. So if the day is like a game score where I get points for each app and lose one for each rejection, I finished today at about 4 maybe. 3 rejections in 36 hours. Either I such something awful, or this country sucks, or a nice mix of both. Probably that last one.

It gets better. After I do my applications and workout, I'll do errands or whatever, or I'll just say I'm doing errands so that people I talk to don't realize how boring my life is currently, and then I'll play Playstation 3, more specifically Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 for....oh...more hours than I'm willing to admit to on here. Because COD: MW2 is so incredible, I'm going to start a new paragraph and bold it to explain it's awesome-ness.

What I'm about to write will probably make you lose respect for me or think that I am a total loser, and that's ok, because if you think that then most likely you don't know what I'm talking about or you haven't tried it and therefore you haven't lived.

Ok so the game is basically a first person shooter and it's set in present day and what matters is that you can play this game online on the playstation network against other nerdy guys who won't admit they're nerdy when it comes to this game but cannot wait to get home and play each evening. You can also play with your friends online, and because all of my friends are scattered around the damn country, we play together often and in a strange nerdtastic way, it helps us keep in touch.

Now I play this game with one particular friend almost daily, we'll call him....Hollywood. Hollywood is getting that name because it fits his personality and his desire for glitz, glam, and the like. Hollywood and I are a pretty legit team, and to further kill the image everyone has of me I'll let you all in on a secret. Hollywood and I play this game, while video chatting on Skype. We're like 2 teenage asian kids and to be honest, it's awesome. I know how incredibly lame and nerdy this all sounds but really it's just 2 dudes playing a game and staying in touch.

Now today was rather uneventful I suppose but I feel good about it because at this point of being unemployed and not having much to do, when I actually do something, I feel pretty productive. Don't take this to mean that I actually do much besides my normal routine, I mean like little stuff that a normal person would not even think twice of. But when you have become as cool as I am (end sarcasm) the little stuff gets to be pretty fun and enjoyable. So after the gym I decided to go Home Depot and buy something because my sister had given me a gift card. I ended up buying a palm plant and a pot for it (pictured). Her name is Betsy, Betsy the Potted Palm.

Ok, interruption, my friend MetalLegs just posted something on my facebook and she sent me this awesome link the other day. It's a blog where some woman writes down her husbands crazy rantings and comments while he's sleeping. Very funny, go look at it, now, ignore what I'm writing because that site is way funnier.

Back to the story of Betsy, so I bought Betsy and I bought a pot for her. Naturally I bought a pot that is too small as you'll notice in the picture because....well because I'm not a botanist, not a gardener, and generally just have moments where my common sense tells me to f--- off and as a result I make dumb decisions...such as buying Betsy a pot that reminds me of a fat girl wearing a belly shirt. It's just not ok and nobody should be subjected to it. I'm currently developing a backstory for Betsy because I'm awesome and that's what I do. I make up stories for inanimate objects, what do you do?

PS- sparkling water is really delicious and you should all go get some. It's cheap, has no calories or sugar, not that I care but you might, and it tastes like Awesome and Righteous got together and made a bad decision and sparkling water was their love child.

That's about all I've got for now. Besides, I think it's time to play COD. Ziiiiing!