Last night I had a dream that I found out about an H.P. Lovecraft themed car in Lincoln. It was a cyclopean non-euclidean building (very fitting of course) with red neon hidden in the crevices of its facade. I can't recall the name of the bar.

Upon discovering it, I began calling all of the Vermillion dudes to celebrate by organizing a Cthulhu themed scavenger hunt. I would hide objects around town, and the clues would be fitting quotes from Lovecraft's work. Before I got started on that, I went to someone's house and sat in their basement. There were five large heating vents in the wall, and I was warned that he basement was haunted and that the ghost of a boy would often peer out at people from within the heating vents. I sat on a couch trying to brainstorm clues for the hunt, and kept seeing a shadowy figure in the ducts. I eventually woke up when my alarm rang.

After telling Steven and Cole about this via text, Steven encouraged me to open a Lovecraft bar. Here are some drink specials that would be served (credit to Steven for most of these)

Shadow Over Ginsmouth
Call of Kaluathu
Nyarlagertep
Dreams in the Icehouse
The Glenfidditch Horror
Pickman's Modelo Negro

Alright everyone, it's 1:45am. Last call...OF CTHULHU!

I've been told I need to update this more often, so this will be the first in a long line of attempts to do so.

Last weekend I went up to Burlington, because Anna is working there at St. Michael's College all summer. After being 1400 miles apart for 7 months last year, it wasn't nearly as bad to have her within a 1.5 hour drive. I still missed her, but at the same time having the entire apartment to myself was kind of nice.

I got directions from my co-worker Chrissy at BJ's. She said to take I-91 north straight up to Burlington. So I hit the road around 3:30 after running a few errands, and didn't bother to double check her instructions. Around 5 I passed a sign that said "Canada- 21 miles", and knew that something was horribly wrong. I called Anna and it turns out that I had to take I-89, which goes west and north straight to Burlington! Whoops.

I pulled into the next gas station I could find and did what every stereotypical man dreads to do- I asked for directions. The nice young man behind the counter gave me a rather confusing set of steps to take, and I tried to follow them but got lost again and had to stop for directions 20 minutes later. Once I found my way to highway 15 west, I was in the clear.

The backroads of Vermont are stunningly beautiful. I wound through mountain roads and passed numerous dairy farms on the way. I saw a moose chilling out in a field about 100 yards away from a large herd of black and white Gateway moocows. I honked my horn and he glanced over as if to say "Yeah, man. What's up."

I finally arrived in Burlington four hours after my departure, and noticed a strange burning smell coming from under the hood. I don't know the first thing about cars, so I was confused and worried that my new (used) car was already going to shit out on me. I'm having it looked at on Friday. So far so good.

The scene painter for Northern Stage, Mike Rozell, just started a campfire in the backyard. I'm going to go down and enjoy it and shoot the shit until I go to bed in about an hour. So there will be a part two to my adventures in Big City, VT. Stay tuned.

This one goes out to all my home skillets in south dakota! wish i could be camping with you dudes right now. despite what some of you think, i never got to camp while i lived there :(

we went to the bar tonight and there were a ton of crazy middle aged ladies singing old country songs, and a bunch of sub-12 year olds, which was really weird at 11:30pm (eastern daylight time).

there was also a couple that was like 18, and that bitch was grinding all up on this dude the whole night. to old country. it was very inappropriate.

that's it. ill make a more relevant post in the morning. thanks for rescuing me from the shitty country-oke. master ron would have been loved it.

Presenting the White Whale MACH II




Bitchin'

I am in the market for a car. Since I work 6am-2pm, and since the buses do not run until after 6am, I must provide my own transportation this summer. Today we drove to Killington, which is about 30 miles away, to scope out a 1990 Ford Taurus that was advertised on Vehix.com. It had some rust issues on all the wheelwells, but shockingly only had 50,000 miles on it. Not bad for a 19 year old car. What IS bad about this car is that the rear suspension rides about 5 inches low, and there is a horrible rattle on the rear passenger side while driving.

Tricky recommended I pursue other vehicles. I agreed. Tomorrow I'm going to check out a used Subaru Legacy at a dealership here in White River. I hope it's not a total piece of shit. It's fun to have a week of training in car sales, so I know exactly what the salesman are trying to pull.

Yesterday we went through a couple dealerships, all of them owned by MILLER AUTO GROUP, which is notorious for staffing needy douchebags. At the first store, a salesman named Jason actually stepped in front of our car as we cruised through the lot, in order to get us to stop and talk to him. I told him I was looking for something under 3k, and he didn't have anything for me. But he still tried to talk us into looking at other stuff. We declined.

At the second store, we cruised through quickly once I noticed they were all new cars. One salesman started jogging across the lot towards our moving car, and another popped out of the building just as we passed, and merely waved and said "Have a good day". The jogger yelled "Wait, come back!!!" as we sped out of the lot.

After checking out the Taurus piece of shit, we stopped at this huge antique mall near Quechee. We spent at least 2 and a half hours there looking at all the crazy shit. Here's just a taste.

Nah, I already dropped mine off at the pool.

Some kind of crazy time traveling chair.

Demure weirdpig.

There was a case full of mint-in-package original Star Wars figures. I feel sorry for whoever spends 75 dollars on the fat shirtless guy who blubbers when the Rancor dies.

Nothing to say here, really.

AHHHHHHHHHH. This is a CHAIR by the way.

Pimp cane.

WAMPASTOMPA!

Apparently they sell crack pipes at antique stores now.

E.T. is trippin balls.

Jarshark.

Bring me a basket of stuffed ducklings immediately!

I hope you enjoyed this montage of weird shit from the antique store. I would have taken more (because there is much much more to show), but my eyes tend to unfocus and fall out of my head after looking at shelves crammed full of weird stuff for two and a half hours. Until next time....





SWEET DREAMS!

i just rickrolled karaoke at the bar

I was just standing in the Wal-Mart parking lot enjoying a cigarette while Anna was purchasing hair dye. I looked to the north and saw a massive wall of black clouds rolling in fast. Suddenly over the mountains, a white mist appeared and in a matter of 20 seconds completely enveloped the top ridge and everything else in front of it. Anna came out and said "I'm getting in the car", and no sooner had we shut the doors than a massive torrent exploded over the parking lot. We drove home through it and now, ten minutes later, it's just lightly sprinkling.

Welcome to Vermont.

Heaven and Hell (which is Black Sabbath - Ozzy + MOTHERFUCKIN DIO) and Coheed and Cambria are touring this summer. They're playing in Boston on the 28th of August. Tickets go on sale this Friday.

I'm doing this.

Yesterday I went in for orientation at BJ's Wholesale, for the position of Receiving Loss Prevention Officer. Basically I will be monitoring shipping and receiving to ensure that no funny business goes down. I think it will be a good job, there is a lot of opportunity for advancement and raises. The operations manager Charles is a really cool guy, and he cursed quite a bit during my training. That's always a good sign. I know for sure he's going to be a hell of a lot more fun to work with than Brian.

BJ's has a company wide policy that the breakroom is always stocked with bread, peanut butter, and jelly. So if any employee forgets their lunch, they can still have a PBJ. Also, every employee over the age of 18 is issued a boxcutter upon employment. This place seems pretty cool.

My mom learned how to text message. They are infrequent, but everytime I hear that mechanical female voice say "message received", I'm hoping it will be glad tidings from my friends back home. Or possibly something from Anna. But then I flip open my phone to see a message from "Mom", and I am confused.

Parents texting will be the end of us all.

In the spirit of Sunday morning Breakfast Party, I made a waffle sammich today:


I try and cook some breakfast delights every Sunday morning, but obviously it's not the same as hanging out with all the good people on Moraine Drive. Spending an entire day gorging on breakfast goodies, and then watching shitty movies on a big screen hi-def television; it's a good thing. I do miss that.

A cup full of piss is the only thing standing between me and a job at BJ's Wholesale. Let's do this.

Major update time, so strap in ladies and gentlemen.

The morning sales meeting on Wednesday began with the sales manager, Michael Lawless, doing a double take at me. "Tony...is wearing a blue shirt...with a green tie." Everyone's eyes turn to me and chuckles are exchanged. I smiled and said my girlfriend, who is a professional costumer, told me that it matched up and looked great. They chided me for letting my girlfriend dress me. I really don't care what they think.

Last week was a painful grind of training videos and studying. The first few days all I did was study the pamphlets and spec manuals for all of the Subaru models. Product knowledge is required, and you have to know the details of 5 models, each of which has 3-4 subtypes within that model line. I didn't study that hard in COLLEGE (which is probably why I didn't do so well).

Aside from that, I was repeatedly quizzed by Pete, who has been here since February. He knows his shit, and he's a pretty cool guy. He definitely fits the mold of a car salesman. He's kind of a sleazy guy, and is very good at talking people into buying. He has a girlfriend and a daughter, but also gave me his e-mail address to deliver to a girl who works with Anna and Trix. She came in on Wednesday and Thursday to look at cars with Trix and Pete was digging it.

On that subject, the "natural" didn't work out so well. Trix was more than willing to buy a car from me and the Car Store, but the bank that does all of the financing was hesitant to let her do so. We looked at several different makes and models, ranging from a 2000 Saab to a Chevy Equinox. None of them were acceptable by the bank's standards. So Trix still does not have a new car, and I never got that first sale.

Yesterday, I had an interview at BJ's Wholesale Club, a big store similar to a Sam's Club. They are hiring for full-time loss prevention, and I applied a couple weeks ago. The Operations Manager Charles called me back on Tuesday to see if I was still interested, and I told him about the Car Store. I wasn't sure at the time that car sales would work out, so I still wanted to explore other options.

The interview went well. At this point I am waiting to hear back from him. He has to do the usual beareaucratic bullshit that every job offer requires. Check references, drug test, etc etc etc. It sounds very promising. I'm sure that if those work out (they will), I have the job. So this morning I called and told the Car Store that I am not cut our for car sales, and would not continue to work there.

The thing about car sales is that you have to be 100% confident in yourself, the product, and your ability to sell that product and work over the customers. I just am not in the mode to do that. Sure, I could make a bunch of money. I suppose I could try and coast through this week to make sure I have a job to replace this one. But I can't. I'm not confident in my ability to sell cars, and there's no way I could hit the lot and try and sell one to a customer.

I hope I didn't fuck myself over again. I hope BJ's works out and doesn't pull a K-Mart on me. I just want to make money so I can afford to stay here over the summer. If I can't...I don't know what I'm going to do.

If you spill melty chocolate on a white shirt, no matter how hard you scrub- you will look like someone shit on your chest.

The first day at work was interesting.

I arrived at 9am and talked to the owner Rick for about ten minutes, where he told me that my goal was to talk to at least one customer by the end of the day. I asked if I would be watching training videos, or getting a training talk, or what. He didn't know.

They just hired a new sales manager, Michael, and it was also his first day. He's been in the car business for 23 years, but isn't familiar with how the Car Store runs things. So it was a bit confusing for both of us. I basically sat at my new desk and read the employee handbook and pamphlets all day, waiting for someone to actually show me what the hell I'm supposed to do.

Later that afternoon Anna's co-worker and our mutual friend, Trixie, called me and said she saw our website and wanted to come look at a 2000 Saab we had in the used section. I told her that someone else had looked at it earlier and wanted to buy it, but her father wouldn't co-sign. Also, some guy was coming in at 5 to take a look.

Trixie is extremely competitive in all aspects of her life. She has to WIN. She would never let someone else buy a car that she wanted before she could take a look. So she came in 20 minutes later with Anna in tow. I showed them the car, very awkwardly and with very little knowledge (because nobody fucking TRAINED me), and we took it for a test drive. She loved it's moon/sun roof, the radio controls in the steering wheel, and especially the little hidden robot cupholder.

So we got her at the table in my "office", and one of the other salesmen, Pete, came over to help me out. He basically ran me through every step of the process, and handled Trixie when we had to do some salesman stuff like discussing financing and the price. I'm really glad he was so willing to help, because she's buying the car once they have a chance to talk to the bank today!

So first day, no training, never been in car sales before.

I sold a car.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h5X4TSbGreA

I find it incredibly amusing that a song about fucking women with big asses was chosen to parody for a spongebob burger king commercial.

Many thanks to the esteemed Justin Gibison for crafting this awesome header image for my blog. You are a scholar and a wizard, good sir.

Today was my last day working at Than Wheeler's tavern. I told the owner, Deb, that I start at the Car Store on Monday. She and her son Keith (who bartends at nights there) both worked there as salespeople in the past, so they gave me some great advice. "You won't have time to work here, dude," said Keith. "I made a shitload of money there."

So I got paid in cash for today's work, made some great tips, and shook everyone's hand and thanked them for the memories...of a month of working twice a week.

I sure hope I make a "shitload of money".

I'm going to prepare for my new job by watching Glengarry Glen Ross every day. And by drinking a lot of coffee.

Coffee's for closers.

On Monday at 9am I report for duty as a salesman at the Car Store, a Subaru dealership just outside Norwich, VT.

I don't know if I'm ready, but I'm going to give it a shot!