For (A Different) Mike:

Yesterday I couldn’t think of anything to blog about for today, so I took to Twitter and asked someone to suggest something, anything, for me to blog about. Whoever tweeted first, that would be my topic. Well Mike, you won, and your topic doesn’t really surprise me:

Alrighty then Mike!

So I first met Mike last year at Job #2’s Christmas party. Actually, I wasn’t even working at Job #2, but I was C’s “date” so I went. My first impression was probably that he was loud, lol. C, for whatever reason, referred to him as “Mikey P”.  I have no idea why, because as it turns out, his last name doesn’t start with a P.

Let’s move onto that. I can’t pronounce Mike’s last name, which is awesome. Seriously! lol. I think it’s Greek? Greek last names are pretty awesome. With all the syllables, they’re a lot cooler than my wham-bam Chinese last name. Stombolopolous, Rockotopolous, Anacondasnakeoplous … I dream of evolving into at least two-syllable name…

Mike also does a pretty good Cake Boss impression, or may it’s just a good Boston accent in general. Also? His Jersey Shoreness is ridiculous. Fist Pumps? Check! He’s quiet a riot to go to the bar with. And he has some pretty wicked dance moves, lol

He’s also involved with a group at the university called SIFE, short for Students in Free Enterprise. Now, I’ll admit that I don’t know much about SIFE, but I DO know that they do a little bit of non-profit work, helping students and businesses understand their finances. That’s pretty awesome, and therefore, Mike is awesome. And he cleans up rather well, lol.

So I need about 30 more words on explaining why Mike is awesome…

When he was still working at Job #2, he was always super helpful with the customers. I’m pretty sure I read a couple comment cards in the past giving Mike mad props.

Alright! I think that’s 250 words, but really, words just aren’t enough to explain the awesomeness that is Mike. You really have to meet him in person! One of my favourite old co-workers, for sure :)

Three Things Thursday

I’m totally borrowing this from one of my blogging heroes, Amber, because I can’t think of a topic solid enough to write a whole post about. And it’s late Wednesday night as I type this. And all I can think about is food. See? My mind can’t concentrate on one thing for too long. Moving on …

One

I know I posted yesterday about not wanting to cave and have to get glasses, but I ended up calling the eye doctor and making an appointment to get my eyes checked. My appointment isn’t until mid-November (on Kyle and I’s eight-year anniversary actually), so I’ll be full of whining of not being able to see things clearly far away until then. Glorious!

Two

Kyle and I have a temporary roommate for a couple months. One of his friends who he met while taking his Level C welding training is in town taking his Level A training, so he’s staying at our place. It’s kind of nice having someone for Kyle to “talk shop” with, because I’m pretty much as useless as tits on a bull when it comes to that stuff. The great thing? While they’re talking about welding, I just drown them out and read a book. I actually just bought The Girl Who Played With Fire, and I can’t wait to start reading it :)

Three

I’m a little sad that I have to work on Halloween. I’d rather stay at home and answer the door than work (obviously). My Halloween costume isn’t even that creative. I’m basically just wear my work “uniform” from when I worked at the copper mine for the summer in 2008, smelly hardhat and everything.

That’s it!

What’s your three?

Eyes, Don’t Fail Me Now

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I have had amazing 20/20 or better vision all my life. My eye doctor was always impressed with my amazing ability to see things far away and I must admit, it was fun to brag. Kyle, our (old) roommate and his girlfriend all wear glasses/contacts. I enjoyed not having to whine about my eyes being dry or tired because of the lenses. I would brag about becoming a fighter pilot because of my awesome vision. But …

The other day I was playing my new video game like the nerd I am and had a hard time reading the print on the screen. I figured my eyes were just tired – yup, just tired. It was fairly late in the evening, so I figured I just needed to go to bed. However, the next day, the words on the screen were still a little blurry. Aww, shit. I asked Kyle if they looked blurry to him, and he said no. Double shit. Now I’m contemplating going to the eye doctor to find out if my beautiful 20/20 vision is finally failing me.

Believe me – I didn’t think it would last forever. Both of my parents wear corrective lenses. My mom for distance, my dad all the time, so I knew it would only be a matter of time before I had to get them. I just thought it would last a little longer. I don’t think I look good in glasses. My biggest fear is that the only ones that will look good on me are the black-rimmed ones that all the Asian kids wear. *sigh* We’ll see I guess.