It Seems Some False Rumors Have Been Floating Around

Dear Kathleen,

I'm sorry you thought I couldn't come to the beach! I am planning on coming and have already talked to my mean mean boss. I had to argue with him for hours until he would let me come. I told him that if I didn't come Kathleen would be very mad and that the last thing he wanted was an angry Kathleen. So don't worry, I'll make sure to be there so we can have lots fun swimming and boating and causing a general ruckus.

Love,

Sam

P.S. I wanted to hand write this letter and scan it, but I'm not as tech savvy as your mom.

Two Thoughts on Employment

First, I've decided that work (even worthless work) is about 5x more fulfilling and 10x more educational than school. So, I've decided to graduate.

Second, working means that after 4:30, I can do whatever I want. I like this. However, while it is more socially acceptable to be employed, there's no girls to impress here.

Oh, And In Case You Haven't Heard

I'm now employed. Unless I fail a drug test or a background check or my car blows up on the way to Maryland, of course. All very unlikely things.

I'll be an intern at BAE Systems, a very large military government contractor. I'll be living with the ever so gracious Hendersons in Leonardtown and am driving out starting tomorrow.

Insert Huge Sigh of Relief here.

The Secret's Out

Turns out Ryan, Dave and I like to play music sometimes.

(Velour Open Mic 5/10/11 - Dave had a baby emergency)

Who knew?

This also happened to be the last time I'll probably get to play music with Ryan for the foreseeable future. By the time I get back to Provo, he'll have moved to Pittsburgh for a Master's Degree. It was a blast, and I'm glad we pulled it off before I left.

Two Thoughts on Unemployment

First, I want to mention how much I hate answering the question "So are you taking classes spring?" which is immediately followed by "Oh so are you working?" after which I am forced to make an embarrassed look and a self deprecating joke about how I'm a unemployed bum and don't know what to do with myself, and then if I want to gain some self respect I mention how I might be moving to Maryland to work, which isn't completely honest since I don't have anything for certain yet, after which the girl will in some cases continue the conversation for longer than 2 minutes if she's nice or in other cases 1) cut short the conversation because there's a cute guy across the room who probably is not such a bum or 2) cut short the conversation because there's a cute guy across the room who will probably be here for the duration of summer, at which point I will likely try to talk to someone new who will invariably ask those same two questions, a situation which I only share with you, dearest reader, to illustrate how much I want to have a job.

Second... its simultaneously relaxing and maddening to have so much free time every day.