Volume 2 Issue 1
That’s right folks it’s time once again for the story of my travels. Where might you ask am I going? Guess you’ll have to read and see. I’m
writing some of this on a nine hour flight so yea I am that bored.
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Help Wanted
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So yea now I work at The Taste of Texas, um no I mean Silver Eagle (Budweiser distributor), um crap I mean the mystery job. Our hero’s story leaves
off with him working at Guadalajara. After working there for 7 months both sides (with the help of the wicked witch of the east and a minor
incident involving the proverbial spilled milk or quail in this case) decided it inopportune to continue the employment contract. Shortly
thereafter our hero went to a pump show in L.A. with the wise of Mage. The show was boring, but he did get to spend a week with the old man and I
reedited and digitized his promotional video. While in the land of concrete our hero fell in love with a beautiful maiden (whom better be reading
this and let me know how the acting is going). Actually the fell in love part is from a different story, but he did get to hang out with the
beautiful maiden for a few bottles of the nectar of the gods. After returning from L.A. searching the want ads and cursing the job websites I
decided to get a job at The Taste of Texas. For those of you who don’t know it’s an overpriced, under quality, and overly noisy steak house near
I-10 and the Beltway. Don’t get me wrong the people I worked with were pretty nice, the money was great and the owners were great to us. It’s just
that I couldn’t imagine waiting 2 to 3 hours for a table on a Fri or Sat night, paying $20 to $50 a person and having YeeHaw or Happy Birthday
interrupting my meal every 10 min or so. On the slower nights it was definitely a more quiet and quaint place to eat. After a few months of
working there and enjoying it, but realizing it would take forever to advance Silver Eagle finally called me.
I applied there in October and got the call in December. They wanted me to do merchandising for them.
Don’t let the title fool you I was basically a stock boy that worked for Sliver Eagle. I was making about $10/hr starting out, but the upside was
that they pretty much only promote from within so it was a foot in the door position. It wasn’t hard work, just physical labor. On my second day
on the job my friend Jameen called me all excited because a recruiter from KBR called her. I had sent our resumes to Greg Whitty (Marcus’s older
brother) oh about Aug to see if he could swing us a job and it finally paid off. I got a call from the recruiter that afternoon and set up a time
to come in and start processing.
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The New Gig
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So processing, also know to the Navy Seals as hell week. My recruiter told me to be at the Windom Hotel by Greenspoint Mall around 9am on Monday.
I got there around then to get my itinerary and had chill time till 11 when lunch was served, then processing was supposed to start at 1 pm. I had
a few hours to kill so I decided to go hang out at Jameen’s hotel since I hadn’t seen since I graduated. While we were there one of the soon to be
formed "Peanut Gallery" friends she made at the hotel came by and told us he heard we could start processing as soon as we got to the Expo
Center. Our ragtag band of merry men loaded up into my Durango and set off on our journey. So far there were 6 of us. We go there around 10 not
knowing what lay in store for us and started a long succession of waiting around. We had to do passports, background checks, and military id stuff.
We finished in about an hour and all headed to lunch, but by now we added one more. After lunch we walked around the mall to kill some time before
our first meeting. In the first meeting they tried to scare us all off by saying that we’d be living in tent, it gets like 140 in the summer and
about the dangers of being here, but I knew they were lying. No um wait that was all true. Anyway that night we filled out insurance, took a
psychological
