Light and Dark

Today was Wednesday, I didn't go to the Y today because it's not part of my plan to go on Wednesdays. I could give you my full YMCA routine but that could be an entirely different blog in itself. Instead I slept in until 6:30. I believe there is something that goes on in the brain when you wake up when it's light outside as opposed to it still being dark. When I wake up and the sun has already come up I feel more rested. Whenever it's still dark I always want to stay in bed. It doesn't matter if I got 10 hours of sleep or 2. If anyone can explain that to me I'm listening.

So I got up (after the sun was up), showered...got dressed, fixed my lunch, checked espn and yahoo.com for sports headlines and headed off to work. Work was pretty much the same. I've only told one person there that I am thinking about going to grad school in the south. He told me that no matter what I do, make sure it's something that I love to do. He said to do that or else it becomes a "job" and you'll end up hating it. As thrilling as managing the largest account we have is, I know it's not what I want to do forever. My calling is elsewhere....exactly where I am not sure....but being 22 years old I think I have a bit of time before I really find that out.

I'm not going to turn out to be a major league baseball player like I had always hoped. That dream got lost somewhere between being too slow, other interests, back pain, and a basic lack of talent. Maybe if I changed my name into a more "baseball-esque" name. Say A.J. "The Jet" Rodriguez, you can't go wrong with a latino last name, all those guys are good, and initials for the first name sounds like you know how to play baseball. "The Jet" is just there to sell my shoes that I have out with Nike. What kind of ball player are you without your own shoe contract?

In other happenings today I had one odd yet funny thing happen in a place none other than the mens bathroom. Before you hear the rest I believe some side info will be useful. In a place such as Sandusky, Ohio motorcycles are a big thing, not just motorcycles but Harley Davidson motorcycles. Many guys at the factory ride their motorcycles to and from work on a regular basis. Well there are two parking lots at the factory, one for office people and one for the guys in the factory, well I always park in the factory parking lot with all the motorcycles. Rarely do you see a motorcycle in the office parking lot. Well the office parking lot is right next to the mens bathroom. There is a small fan that runs in the wall between the bathroom and the office parking lot allowing for air flow and what not.
Ok back to the story.....I walk into the bathroom and notice there is one guy using the middle stall while I wash my hands. So I get done washing my hands and go to one of the urinals and all of a sudden I hear what I think is the guy exploding in the middle stall (One of those...Wow, what did he eat moments). This rumbling was not natural, especially coming from a bathroom stall. So I'm standing there and I kind of turn my head towards the sound....confused yet impressed all at the same time. The sound continued to rumble.....3 seconds, 5 seconds.....(Now, I'm just hoping whoever was in there would be ok.) After about 10 seconds I finally realized that someone in the office parking lot had just fired up their motorcycle and I could hear it coming through the opening in the wall from the fan. I was glad I pieced that together not only for my sake but for whoever was in that middle stall. There was a few seconds today where I thought someone was exploding from the inside out....now how often can you say that?
Not the greatest story I know, but that's what happened and I found it to be a bit comical/confusing/and gross.

I think that's all for now, have a nice Thursday!