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| Hadley is the first |
[31 May 2003|04:08pm] |
He actually saw honest to god deer porn today.
That guy gets all the luck.
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| SJ-R Article |
[03 Apr 2003|08:21am] |
Lutheran High’s boys soccer coach resigns
By MARCIA MARTINEZ
STAFF WRITER
Lutheran High School boys soccer coach Zach Schaefer has resigned after two seasons at the helm.
Schaefer is vacating his post in order to take a job as a staff accountant with a commercial interior design company in Milwaukee.
He leaves a team that will return nine starters next fall.
“I really wish I didn’t have to leave right now,” he said. “I think Lutheran is poised to have a great season this upcoming season. We started and played a lot of younger players this past season and the season before that. The 2003 team will be a junior- and senior-dominated team with a lot of varsity experience.
“In a way you don’t want to leave a program at a time like this. At the same time I couldn’t turn down this opportunity.”
Schaefer took over the program in 2001 after serving as an assistant to Jeff Gleeson for two years.
Lutheran compiled a two-year mark of 27-16-5 under Schaefer. The Crusaders assembled a 16-5-3 mark and won a Class A regional title Schaefer’s first year, then went 11-11-2 last fall.
Schaefer has no immediate plans to resume coaching, but he said a return to the coaching ranks isn’t out of the question in the future.
Lutheran athletic director Jim Klug said the school is accepting applications and does not have a specific timetable for filling the position.
Marcia Martinez can be reached at 788-1547 or marcia.martinez@sj-r.com.
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| One Thing I won't have for a while |
[14 Mar 2003|12:57pm] |
Is people recognizing me when I'm out.
Last night for example, I'm leaving the bar we were at and this girl knew who I was and all about me and soccer, but damn if I didn't have a clue who she was until it hit me this morning that she was the little sister of a guy I played with back in high school.
That happens to me all the time.
But not much anymore in a new state.
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| Big News |
[13 Mar 2003|11:03am] |
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This morning I accepted a job offer with a commercial interior design company in Wisconsin.
They are moving to Milwaukee in 2 weeks, and they want me up there even before then to learn from the member of the accounting staff that I'm replacing.
So I start Monday. In Fond Du Lac, WI.
This ends my short stint at Family Video Internet.
This ends my 4 year high school coaching career.
This ends my stay with Joe and Amy.
This ends my long-distance relationship with Samantha.
This ends my time in Springfield.
All in all, not too bad.
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| Surprise of the Day! |
[06 Mar 2003|06:51pm] |
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Guess who just received a surprise package in the mail today?
Yeah, you know who. My baby baby sent me the Tony Stewart 1:24 2002 Winston Cup Champion Car that Home Depot sells, and she also sent me a package of the 2002 1:64 scale Peanuts H.D. cars, and some Easter Candy! Including NASCAR Candy!
In her honor, I shall score at least 2 goals tonight. That is my promise to her.
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| Can you be any more retarded? |
[26 Feb 2003|02:28pm] |
Jeff Batson: elementary school and Jr. High school basketball teammate of mine. Was killed by a drunk driver at 8pm on a Sunday night in May of 1991, while walking along the side of a country blacktop road with 2 friends. The local NBC station showed footage of the wreck, including a shoe laying at the side of the road. It was Jeff's. It was his basketball shoes from the previous season. I will never forget seeing that on TV. He was knocked clean out of them. At his funeral all of the members of the 8th grade basketball team put our warm up shooting shirts in his coffin, to remember the starting center who would not follow in his older brother's footsteps and play for Rochester High School. Jeff was all of 14. I was one of 2 members of the team who spoke at the funeral.
Karrie Anderson: A secretary at the firm I interned at my senior year of college. Was killed while trying to drive home from the after tax season party, a party that's always filled with accountants and professionals getting drunk. I was part of a group of people that was drinking and doing tequilla shots with her literally one hour before she died. People tried to take her keys but she wouldn't listen to them and snuck out on us. She lost control of her explorer on a wet road and hit a tree at about 55 mph on a 2 lane highway outside of Decatur. Karrie was all of 24 years old, with a fiancee and a young son.
Cindy, for you to put any reference to "if you're a fucker, don't forget to drink and drive" just shows exactly how much of a fucking loser you are. Nothing short of a pathetic fucking loser.
Read it for yourself here:
http://www.livejournal.com/talkread.bml?journal=me_vale&itemid=21083
Feel free to post comments.
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[13 Feb 2003|10:56pm] |
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10:56pm. Hmm.
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| Dr. Green just left ER |
[13 Feb 2003|11:20am] |
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that news update is brought to you by me. Whoever said you can't be unemployed AND watch ER in the mornings definately didn't know what was up.
Me and kitty just sat there on the couch with my resume book and watched away, it was all quite a lot of fun until Justin had to start text messaging my cell phone and runing it! Then I go get on the computer and now he's away! That bastard, I'm cancelling the 2 dozen roses I was sending your mom!
Time to go get laundry out.
(5 minutes later)
Ok, laundry is now drying on the drying racks. Ask Sam, I'm quite picky about my laundry. There are certain things that DON'T get dried all the way. EVER.
Today I have yet another 2nd interview, but it's for a crappy job that I couldn't care less about so big whoop dee do. Then I have indoor over in Decatur at 8:00, and after we win I'll be coming back here to talk to Sam until bedtime. That had BETTER BE WHAT HAPPENS TONIGHT, I'm not in the mood for another week of Zach and Sam playing hard ass with each other and not talking to each other. So let the records show that I will be home at approximately 10:15pm tonight, and my cell phone had better be ringing! There will be HELL to pay if I'm home and Sam is out galavanting the town drinking wine with other men! HELL TO PAY! And there will be hell to pay too if I don't see a webcam picture of my baby baby in a Phillip H. Schaefer jersey with her name and the #9 on the back of it! MORE HELL TO PAY!
I've got some ground beef I need to eat...that should probably be lunch today. Or maybe I'll call up my other girlfriend and we'll have swanson's dinners on Joe's couch! Yeah! And we'll watch these new DVD's I got, like the Matrix!
So tomorrow's Valentine's Day, and let me tell ya: DON'T SEND PRESENTS TO YOUR GIRLFRIEND! EVER! Actually you can, but if you and said girlfriend were planning on celebrating Valentine's day the next weekend then don't send presents. And that does make sense. I wanted to send her a present to show her how much I appreciate her, because I really truly do, but at the same time, I'm catching her off-guard and as such she didn't send me anything, so she feels bad as a result and that's not what I wanted to do. Of course, if the two of us had more than $1.40 to our names we would see each other tomorrow and we wouldn't have these problems, but as Justin and I just talked about, nobody pays me $$$ to do LiveJournal cuts all day. But they should.
And speaking of Valentine's:
jtrevolt (11:34:24 AM): you should come here instead
jtrevolt (11:34:34 AM): to Napeville
kebzach (11:34:35 AM): to NCC?
jtrevolt (11:34:39 AM): and be MY Valentine
kebzach (11:34:43 AM): OH MY GOD
So it looks like my plans are all set for tomorrow!
Why oh why lord must my back hurt 24/7? And it will only get worse after the game tonight.
That's enough typing for now. Typing is dumb.
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| it's your birthday |
[08 Feb 2003|12:00am] |
andy is playing .50 cent
hadley is jamming on his guitar
i'm in the middle
i love not getting phone calls.
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[06 Feb 2003|05:00pm] |
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I just wanted to say a special thanks to my parents and to Sam and to Joe and Amy, the people that have been around me this week and have done everything they can to cheer me up, to take me out to dinner, to overlook the rent I owe them, to help me out with little things, these are the people that have made me be so optimistic when it really could be easy for me to be down right now.
And I don't want to make it sound like I don't appreciate Andy, Hadley, Justin, Priscilla, Courtney, Sonia, Eric, and everyone else who's also left me messages or posted entries saying how sorry they are and offered to help me out. You guys have no idea how much all that means!
Thanks for being there for me!
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| First the bad, now the good |
[06 Feb 2003|04:29pm] |
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So after I got fired I took my time going around the office, getting my files off the laptop computer and telling the other staff members there (like Eric) exactly what had happened. I left the office around 4:00pm on Monday.
I'm driving back to Springfield and I call Sam, who's at work. I ask her what she's up to and right when I ask her if she wants to come down on Tuesday/Wednesday she knew something was up. So I told her, if you want to come down on your days off I'll be available as I just got fired. That's a lot of fun by the way, calling your girlfriend and telling her what a sack of crap you are. Sam was upset by it, but I was able to calm her down because after all, at this time I had talked to the funeral company and they had said that they could "probably still work something out".
15 minutes later (after I had called my mom and broken the news to her, including that I would probably be ok because I had the funeral position) the funeral company called back. No, they had already filled all the positions available, which was something the president of the company (the man I called directly from the office 5 minutes after I was fired) wasn't aware of. Now THIS is when I started to freak out.
Once back in Springfield, I went straight to my dad's office. I get there around 5:00, and he knew right away that something was up because I should have been at work, 45 miles away, at 5:00. He took the news pretty good, he just shared my thoughts that this was such a terrible P.R./Ethical move on the firm's part. If they needed to let us go that's one thing, that's completely different from just letting us go on 10 minutes notice. Anyways, my mom and dad offered to take me out to dinner but I wanted no part of it, I went instead and called Sam again and then went to clean my old apartment, the one I just moved from.
I get done with all that around 10:00 and I go back to my new living place, with Joe and Amy. Sam's on her way down by now, and so I just sat there in pretty much a daze, just waiting for her to arrive. She got to Joe's around 1:00am, and it wasn't a moment too soon, as I just let her hold me and I finally let go for a while. Sam was tehre for me when I needed her the most, that's something you're going to pick up on a lot as you read through this, and it all started right when she got here.
We went to bed and she just pretty much held me until I went to sleep. Tuesday we got up and Sam really took a look around my new place, saw the great decorating I've done there, and then we got cleaned up and Sam took me to Darcy's Pint for lunch. Nothing like a ponyshoe to cure the blues! After that we hit K-Mart and shopped there for like an hour or so, getting her nieces birthday presents and resume paper for me and eye drops and stuff. From there it was back to Joe's to get my resume disk, then to my dad's office to get Word/Excel 2002 to install here at my parent's, and that turned out to be an ordeal because my dad had clients coming in and stuff. But my mom showed up and so the four of us (me, Sam, mom and dad) went to the spaghetti shop for dinner and then Sam and I came back here so that I could update my resume and stuff. We left here around 8:30 or so and went to the Office West Sports Bar so we could play Golden Tee, and after Sam proved to me that she's a natural at that game we went back to Joe's, changed clothes, and then went out to LHS to play basketball and soccer and just mess around. Both things we did (Golden tee and LHS) were great because I was able to be with Sam, relax, and get my mind off stuff.
Wednesday I got up early and had an 8:00 appointment at a staffing agency, from there I went and dropped off resumes at some CPA firms in town, and then I went to another staffing agency before coming home and getting out of my suit and back into bed with my baby baby. We wound up staying in bed until almost 1:00, and then we went to Bob Evans for our much needed pancakes! From there Sam and I spent the afternoon cruising around Rochester, where I showed her my old houses and places I worked and my old high school, stuff like that, and then we went to Lincln's Tomb and Lincoln's home in Springfield. We went back to Joe's for like 10 minutes then went and rented Sex and the City on DVD and came back to Joe's, where we watched that with Amy and ate Pasta Bake before hitting the sack around 10:00 or so.
Today Sam had to be at work in Milwaukee at 8:00, so the 2:00am alarm clock went off unfortunately. We finally got ourselves up closer to 2:45, and I dried a sweater for Sam while she got ready, and she left here before 3:30am. She was at work by 8:00 though, so we did good on time.
Overall, while this has been such a bad news week, I can't say enough how great Sam is for dropping her plans and coming down here on literally 3 hours notice, all just to hold me and comfort me and make me feel so good about myself. I've tried to thank her for coming down and I've tried to put into words just how great I know she is, but the words never seem to come out right. Samantha is the most perfect woman I have ever met in my life, she made me feel so great this week when I needed her the most and I will always love her for that and everything else that she is and that she does. It's going to be tough, finding a job and dealing with less money than normal for at least the short-term, but having her in my life makes everything ok at the end of the day.
And so that's why my week will be remembered for what became of it, thanks to Sam, rather than what went wrong in it, thanks to a heartless CPA firm.
Tonight: soccer at 8:00
Tomorrow: more pavement pounding and net searching and phone calls for jobs.
But no matter what, Sam is in my life and I love her with all my heart!
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| So what the hell happened? |
[06 Feb 2003|04:11pm] |
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So if you read my last entry and then read the comments you already know that I lost my job Monday afternoon.
Rhonda and I were both in our office working away when first Rhonda, then myself got called into a conference room and informed that we were being terminated effective today. No severance package, no warning of any kind other than what you might try to deduct on your own. Both of us are Millikin alums (and the next person to go, if she hasn't already, is too) in the town where Millikin is and the town where you can't get people to go work.
So when you talk about being pretty much blindsided, you're talking about what happened. The paycheck I got when I turned in my keys to the office on Monday was the last one I'll get from them.
Monday was Rhonda's birthday. At 12:00pm Erin and Michelle took her out for her birthday. She just came back from knee surgery on the 28th. Her dad just got laid off from Caterpilar less than 2 weeks ago. And just like her, I had no idea this was coming. None.
Reason given: no work. That, combined with the prospect of not much work to follow. Which is true, nobody was having to put in much overtime unless they wanted to, and although I had a fairly large job on my desk at the time of my termination I had nothing to go to next, which is a dead serious sign that the workload isn't there. This time of year, work should be piling up on your desk, 2-3 new clients/returns per day. We were getting one per person per week. The hot rumor is that the firm is going to have trouble making payroll later on this month, for that matter.
Which begs the question: Why in the hell can't you pull me, Rhonda, Margie, etc aside (the newer people at the lower end of the staff rankings) and say "hey, things aren't going to be pretty, be prepared in case we have to let you go". Why the hell can't you do that? As it was, I thought I had a fall back job, because in December I noticed that things weren't quite right. So I called the funeral director management company I did some work for last year and lined up a fall back job. But come Jan 15th or so I had to let them know yes or no on that job, and so I said that I thought I was fine, because common sense would indicate that if a move were to be made by the firm, it would have been made by then. So now I'm out in the cold with no job, no severance, and only some leads.
This week I've been invited to bring my resume to firms here in Springfield, and I've met with some employment agencies about finding some kind of work, any kind, something that will allow for me to pay rent and my car payment and what not. But as of right now, I only have leads, nothing more.
Had this all happened 10-14 days earlier, I would have rolled right over to the funeral director company at $25 per hour, 40 hours per week, on a 10 week contract. It would have only been for 10 weeks, and I wouldn't have had health insurance (as is now the case anyway), but it would have been much better than $0 per hour, 0 hours per week, for an indefinate amount of time.
So that's the bad of this week. More to follow.
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| UNBELIEVABLE |
[03 Feb 2003|02:51pm] |
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So around 2:00pm this afternoon I'm working away and Rhonda (the girl I share an office with) gets a call from Wayne (one of our partners) over the P.A. system to come to a conference room. A bit unusual but not a huge deal, Wayne works in conference rooms a lot and Rhonda does a good deal of work for Wayne.
Anyways...about 10 minutes later Rhonda comes STORMING BACK INTO THE OFFICE with an empty paper box in her hand, followed by our office manager Maryann. That's big trouble right there. Rhonda tells me to leave the office for a minute, which of course I promptly do as I'm not in any position to be around for whatever is going on and I have no intention of getting caught in the cross-fire.
So I go hang out in Eric's office and I tell the manager I'm currently working for that I'm temporarily out of my office for reasons unknown, so I don't come off as just wandering the halls at 2 in the afternoon. I get back in here at 2:35pm and all of her stuff is off the walls, most of her pictures are gone, her plants are still here but it's obvious what has happened.
Now....did she quit or was she fired? I'm guessing she quit, this is all a guess but I think they balked at paying some of her medical bills from her knee surgery, which she just came back from last week. And I believe Rhonda just told them to fuck off and she's gone. Just like that.
Stay tuned, obviously we're at DEFCON 4 in terms of drama level here right now.
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| Moving Recap |
[03 Feb 2003|12:42pm] |
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Friday: got off work and went home, took apart my bed and started to move the bigger items to closer to the apt. door. Dad shows up with the U-Haul truck around 7:30. We start loading the bed and matresses and dressers and TV's and entertainment centers and kitchen tables and then Eric comes over from Decatur and he pretty much took apart the whole living room entertainment center by himself. We completely filled the U-Haul and took stuff to my house first, then some other stuff that I'm storing went to my parents house. We got back to my house around 11:30-12:00, put a pizza in and moved around some of the stuff in there, before we fell asleep out in the living room. Not much fun involved in this night.
Saturday: up later than I wanted to be up, got moving only to stop for 30 minutes once we found out the shuttle had blown up. Then move moving, at my house, then my apartment, with the help of Hadley and Eric now, and back all over town. This ruckas ended around 5:30 or so, when we took the U-Haul back. From there we went back to my apartment and did more work around there and then back to my house where we literally just crashed. Somewhere in all that the entertainment center got re-built and dinner from Rally's was had, it's all a blur.
Sunday: up and working at my house, moving stuff into my bedroom, re-arranging everything in the world. Before we knew it it was 11:15 and Eric needed to get back to Decatur, so we sped over to my apartment (where his car was) and we threw the couch outside for a while. He took off, I went back to my house and worked/watched the Illini get hosed, then laid down to rest my back for a while. I got up full of energy and went back to my apartment, where Hadley and I took the couch to Salvation Army (and avoided a $500 dumping fine), took all the rest of the stuff out of my apartment, and also took down the foosball table and moved it up to Hadley's. Home again, unpacking more stuff, then I crashed while talking to Sam, it was our first real conversation of the weekend, and this was at 9:00pm last night. That wasn't cool.
Today: working then I have to get back and clean the apartment. NOT FUN.
And my back hurts. Moving sucks. I'm never moving again! Never! No matter what! Ever!
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| Moving |
[03 Feb 2003|08:16am] |
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Don't let anyone tell you different.
I don't know where I would have been without Hadley and Eric's help.
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| They have automatic checkers there? |
[31 Jan 2003|07:42am] |
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Chicago Blackhawks right wing Theoren Fleury, left, raises his arms after scoring a third-period goal as teammate Alex Zhamnov of Russia, right, skates over to congratulate him in Boston, Thursday Jan. 30, 2003. Fleury scored two goals in the 3-1 win over the Bruins.
And the cool thing was, Yahoo sent me the score updates right to my cell phone! As soon as I got into my car after my indoor game (we won 5-0, I had 1 assist) I knew the final score.
So I worked until 8:15 last night, then played my game, then talked to my baby baby while I ran an errand, then to Grandma's where I quickly got my shin guards and tape off and washed up, because I was CRASHING in a hurry. Got my baby baby on the phone and both of us pretty much fell asleep on the phone. I tried watching the Oregon/UCLA game but that didn't work, I don't even remember turning off the TV.
And now I'm back at work at 7:30. And it's snowing. And I'm not looking forward to moving all my shit this weekend. Free beer for anyone that wants to help.
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| ZWAN! |
[30 Jan 2003|11:28am] |
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Guess who's got Zwan tickets for St. Louis on March 22nd?
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=88.8) scubastank, this includes you too.
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