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Last writing had something to do with options and graduation and the end of college etc. Well, college is over. I sat through graduation and actually enjoyed it. I got a bit teared up thinking about all the hours and hard work and good times stuff that everyone thinks of and gets chocked up about. Pretty typical really. Fast forwarding a bit and skipping some semi-awkward run-ins with Suzanne's parents, one very traumatic death of my fly rod, a couple good fish, the best birthday present to date, and a lot of logistics, I have now found a job, love, and an apartment.
Its crazy how much stuff changes in so little time. Honestly, I can't really take all of it into this puny little mind of mine.
So the breakdown. I am in love, complete with the spiritual face-kicking-ness that accompanies this close relationship that will hopefully (oh please) turn into marriage. I have been ever so sly as to not gradually show my weakness to Suzanne, but to throw a weighty portion her way while pulling her into the midst of it. What did I find with this unwise action? Complete and whole acceptance, sound counsel, and a soul willing to walk through these troubles with me. All this from a person whose company is more pleasant and encouraging than any I have ever thought possible. She embodies Christ. I admire her. For some reason, she reciprocates these ideas back to me with an honesty that makes my bones resound with excitement like a tuning fork. I did not expect this, but upon experiencing it, the great love stories of my mind (Last of the Mohicans, Eric and Polly, etc.) seem completely plausible and rational.
The job. I work for AMCO Products under a guy named Wendell. I one of two engineers on staff and am currently involved in some low key R&D on the devices used to apply bottle caps manifesting itself in the form of high speed filming processes. Its amazing what you see while looking at life one frame at a time, especially when you have 500 frames per second. I would buy a camera that could do this for emotions.
The apartment. I got one. All my neighbors are old and I move in on Saturday. We'll see how this one works out.
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Congrats on the job man! And on the roller-coaster ride of a good relationship. I hope the apartment works out too. I feel honored to be listed with Last of the Mohicans... I need to give you call, so this comment is like a pre-phone call, which is like a text message only not as immediate in its effect because it requires you to check back to this page... err this longer than it needs be be...
I love you.
i love you more than wes does :)
one word: heartofachampion. much love from me too. maybe you and your old neighbors can find a place to go dancing together in ft.smith for an end of summer dance bash. we'll bring the naked neighbor and the watermelon man.
You're my favorite....
Hey, is Wendell's last name Martin? If it is he is sort of related to me--by marriage.
Yep, anderson-martin. Thats it. you are working for my uncle. Small world--well, small state, at least.
Job Shmob ...DON'T CALL ME NANCY.
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