Kicking small children + Naked in the principal's office + stomping through the ghetto = LIVIN' THE DREAM!

It has been a crazy couple of months.

Late last October, I was working for Loffler, and they leased me out to a law firm with some copy equipment, and I basically was the ultimate gopher. I worked in a high-stress environment, where everyone was tightly wound and angry all the time. I had a hard time sleeping a lot of nights, I was often a huge jerk to my roommate (sorry Kris) and I had just interviewed for a promotion and knew I wasn't going to get it.

I made decent money. I payed the bills: rent, credit car, car insurance blah blah blah, ate whatever I wanted and drank whenever I wanted. It seemed like that was what life was supposed to be. Except I was miserable (except when hanging out at Tom's house, or in the hot tub/eating a burrito with Mindy B, or just chilling at the apartment with Kris).

I decided to go to winter meetings, I got offered an internship, and was faced with a tough situation. Go back to my shit job, pay bills and grind out a life (the american dream) or accept my single offer for an internship, move across the country and become financially dependant on my sister.

Believe it or not, it was a tough call. I am feircly independent...I don't like having to rely on others. I could go back to winter meetings again next year and hope for a better offer, or I could bust down tobeing an intern.

As I'm sure all my readers know, I swallowed my pride and started back at the beginning.

So I came out here. I was assigned to the media guide, and was allowed to try to improve it. I completely redesigned the mofo. I spent a couple of months working on it. The Baysox hadn't hired a mascot for the season (it's a 9 month internship), and after a couple of weeks I was asked to fill the suit for an event. I wound up doing 7-8 appearances in about a 3 week span.

If you've ever gone to a resteraunt, gas station or other store and noticed a nice little box of pocket schedules for some team or other, ponder this: Someone had to bring the schedules to that exact spot. They don't get mailed out. They don't just get set there when no one is looking. A person has to bring them in, and ask for permission to put them somewhere. When you look behind the counter and see a teen, also consider that that teen isn't allowed to make decisions, so tghe person with the schedules has to stand there while the teen finds a manager and asks about the schedules, then the manager comes out and the person with the schedules has to go through their song and dance again. Then go to a couple of other stores and realize those little schedules are EVERYWHERE. And if you go to a store and the schedules aren't there, also realize that the person with the schedules was probably there, and went through the whole chain of command just to get turned down.

So far I've loved every minute of it.

There's a lot more I want to say, but it's been a hell of a week, this post is probably long enough already and I should get to bed.

But I have one final tale:

A week ago Monday, I came into work, and my boss said "hey, come with me for a second." He seemed agitated, so I thought I had done something terribly wrong.

I followed him into the press box.

"I just talked to Brian (our GM) and turned in my three week notice. I put in a good word for you to replace me."

I was floored. I love my boss. We share a cube, and I have the best seat in the office. He's one of my favorites that I've ever worked for. His last day is April 9th.

We talked about it for a while, and he got a big time offer with the Maryland Department of Fish and Wildlife or something. It comes with a HUGE raise.

So I was in another interesting position. They might offer me the job. They might offer it to someone else. If they offered it to me, I'd be set for a few years. I'd be out here polishing myself until I got a big-time offer (hopefully bringing me back to MN).

If they offered it to someone else, I'd be in a hell of a pickle.

That person probably wouldn't quit by September. Meaning that I'd be out of a job at the end of my internship and would probably have to settle for a sales position, go back to the Winter Meetings or return to Loffler and hating my life.

And that's not to mention how awkward it would be working with someone new who didn't know what they were doing, and couldn't guide me because they didn't know what I should be doing, and to know that they were the reason I had no future with the club.

I was pretty worked up about it...I could see the logic of both sides. I was in-house, I have shown some abaility and a lot of heart. With the season only about a week away, they would have to move quickly and I would be an easy option.

OR, they could go with someone with more experience. It might not create the smoothest transition in the world, but I would understand why they would want someone with a track record.

After a day and a half, my phone rang. Brian asked me to stop by his office. I went, sat down and honestly didn't know what to expect.

Until I was offered the job. I could barely keep my hands from shaking. I tried to wait for more than a heartbeat to accept....but I don't think I succeeded.

The pay isn't good. It's much less than I made when I left Loffler, it's less than when I started with Loffler (and they were fiscally raping me)...

But it's the job. THE job. It's what I went to school for. If I couldn't do broadcast, it was the next option. It was 1A.

So, I live in Baltimore now....forever.