Where have I been?
Why have I not written?
Whats going on?
Whats going wrong?
Hmmmm…Its been a while my friends since I took the time to sit down and write an actual blog piece. As always I have tried to continuously on a daily basis update the surflog, which at this point has mostly become my day to day journal. There is always some type of worthwhile reading there if your bored, be it stoke, refreshing, ignominious or out right appalling. As I have said since I started this thing back in 2006 I am who I am. I have not ever made excuses for myself or on my behavior and I am not about to start now. If you don’t like it you don’t have to read it. Besides I believe the true judge of a person’s character is not on one action to the next but the overall purpose and intention of that individual.
We all make mistakes it is what makes us human and so endearing. Its how we decide to rectify and learn from those mistakes that is important. Being able to admit one’s own accountability is the key to living free. I come across so many people in my day to day who love to point the finger, pass the buck and play the blame game. It was “his or her fault”, “this happened because of that”and my personal favorite “I don’t know?”. It took me nearly 32 years to figure out my biggest problems in life stemmed from the fact that I was constantly caught up on who to blame for my impediments instead of how to fix them.
I have been spending an assemblage of time thinking about the above and many more aspects of my life the past few months. The month of February really threw me for a loop in many ways both positive and negative. I was left ultimately at a good deal of times completely at awe of what was going on around me or dumbfounded or both. I found myself swept away on a whirlwind of a ride physically, mentally, emotionally and financially. Up until this moment I was at a loss of the proper words to express myself here and too mind boggled to write the usual drivel I put out. So sorry if I left everyone in the dark. I will try to write a little bit more going forward. For now here are some of the highlights I failed to convey in the 28 days that passed.
The Chris & Chris Birthday Extravaganza, Feb 2nd-3rd
It all started back in the fall when I constantly kept bumping into this dude either on the walk to, at or coming home from the club. Turned out he enjoyed the party as much as I did, could keep up with me and most nights completely out drink me. His name is Chris also, lives across the street from me in the identical building as me, in the exact same apartment as me but backwards and it also is apartment A. He is born on February 5th, Im born on the 4th and we are both from New York originally. As a result of this strange coincidence he became known as Bizarro Chris.
It did not take long for us to pair up and thanks to that partnership quickly climbed the ranks of the social echelon of the Wild Cat. It only made sense then that we should throw a macker of a birth bash. We invited many, some came. The party started at 9pm at my house, moved on to the Wild Cat round 11ish where we did double bottle service and had two booths reserved. We did a bottle of Bacardi for my table and a bottle of Jack for his. All I can say is the night at the club was top shelf and everyone in attendance had a hell of a good time. Then it was back to my house where the party ran till 5:30am Sunday.
Yes I did manage to make it to work by 12:30pm only a half hour late and we went out that night as well. My 32nd birth day was one for the books for sure. If you missed it then you blew it cause if you were someone I knew then you were invited. There is always next year.
Show Me the Money (or lack there of)
This past month also reminded me just how much I hate the institution of money and the extent of which it can drive a person crazy. There was a time many years ago when I was preoccupied with the idea of amassing great wealth. Owning big houses and driving nice cars. Then I realized that in order to do that you have to be a deceitful, corrupted, perverse and completely selfish individual stepping on as many people and ruining as many lives as necessary. Hey it’s cool, why share the wealth when one person can have enough money to make thousands live comfortably.
As for myself I have learned to live and thrive in a rather low maintenance, low budget, high out put existence. I am referring to my new ability and appreciation for living with in one’s own means. Years ago I lived beyond my means and it ran me to ruin. I could not handle the stress or the run around. I also could not justify spending all my time working when there was a wonderful world out there to enjoy and explore. Yeah I don’t want what most would call nice things.
Instead I have useful things. I have a reliable car that gets me to where I have to go. I live in a very adequate apartment that to me is a paradise. We know it here at SurfingRuinedMyLife.net as The Lisanti Palace. It may not be a palace in any form or tense of the word, but just ask anyone who has spent anytime here they will tell you it felt more like home then the Taj Mahal. For me true wealth is found in a fun surf session, a walk on the beach at sunset, my weekly dinner parties where I find myself nearly brought to tears as I am surrounded by such a wonderful collection of people all who have learned to embrace a splendid evening of good old fashioned human interaction.
The finer things in life I like to call it. You can’t put a price on that. It seems certain rich people have decided to put a price on my life. It all started in January and has steadily exacerbated since. Its funny how people who already have so much have no problem taking more from those who have so little. Maybe it was because I was happy and content with the little I had? All I can say is they can take everything material away from me and it is not going to change who I am and it is certainly not going to change how I live. CHRIS LISANTI IS NOT FOR SALE. That is all I am at liberty to say on this matter. Just know at the moment there are a number of greedy people looking to cut up my assets like a key lime pie.
The 401K Debacle
I don’t even know where to begin on this one. Lets go back almost 4 years ago when I first started working for Sodexo over at the Westmont College Kitchen. I was bright eyed and bushy tailed, thinking this was the start of a new and prosperous future. Turns out the whole thing was a crock of shit. I just fell into a dead end job where my efforts go unappreciated, my vigor misunderstood and my good natured feedback ignored. I guess for the first time in my life I finally found out what it means to be just another cog in the corporate machine.
Although not super stoked I was alright with it. The job paid my bills, allowed me to have some fun with cooking and gave me plenty of free time to enjoy life in a rather stress free environment. On February 14th that was all about to change because this particular day was a Thursday. Thursdays are paydays at my work. I actually forgot to grab my pay check not getting it till the following Monday since I don’t cash that shit till Tuesday anyway. Its self preservation. If I go out to the club with a full bank account on Friday come Monday I wont have a full bank account.
Upon taking my check to the bank I noticed it was for half the amount it should have been. I frantically studied the pay stub for answers. There it was right in the little box reserved for my 401k deduction. Normally that deduction is 3% and since the fund will match that at the end of the year its like free money making my participation in the program a no brainer even if the odds of me living to age 59.5 are slim. After that three percent there was a new deduction called “401k supp” and that took more then half my pay check.
I went to see my boss about it and he stared at me blankly and replied “well that could be problem”. First I called ADP the company responsible for our payroll. Two Indian call centers later and one American operator I finally got to speak to someone in charge, or so they would have me believe. I was told it was an error impart to the 401k trust, which is handled by the investment firm INT. I called these guys up and a twenty minute death hold and two supervisors later that all they took was 3% and it must be a payroll error within Sodexo.
I then called the Sodexo payroll department and they blamed INT who then blamed Sodexo and so on and so forth. This went on for a matter of three weeks, meanwhile every week half my paycheck was mysteriously vanishing into thin air. As of press time I am owed $866.22. I barely made rent, can’t pay any of my bills, don’t have enough to even buy food. I guess the joke is one me. I was told last Wednesday the matter was being handled and “someone would contact me”. Well no one contacted me, the money was not refunded and I am almost certain come Thursday I will be out another 25o bucks making my total loss over $1000.
Yeah I am a little stressed, but mostly saddened by the whole ordeal. Now I am trying to find a labor lawyer who would be willing to work probono so I can sue. I hate litigation and the painstaking process involved. All the while my bills are still going unpaid. At the moment my back is up against the wall. If anyone out there has the power to help me fight this thing please hit me up cause right now I am David trying to fight Goliath but I don’t even have a sling shot.
Some Positive Stuff
Surfing
February decided to bring on a few decent days of surfing. It also saw a revitalized Chris Lisanti and I managed to put in some real water time again. You can read the February 2013 page of the Surflog for more on that and look for a surfing recap blog soon.
No matter what life throws at me there will always be surfing.
I Met a Girl
Ok, you got me I meet lots of girls, but its rare I meet one that is actually worthy of my esteem enough to call her a woman. Its even more rare when I feel so inclined as to want to call her my own. Ironically this happened on the 15th right after the whole 401k anal raping started. I was out at the Wild Cat in my black on black pinstripe suite, black tie, red shirt for the Wild Cat’s annual Red and Black party. I am not going to lie I looked pretty fucking killer.
As I walked into the club I was caught by a flash from my past. At the bar there was this really beautiful also very well dressed chick I recognized well. It had been nearly two years since we had out little fling together, which due to a lack of propriety on my part (big surprise there) ended a bit ugly. It had been almost a year since I had seen her and I didn’t even think she lived in Santa Barbara anymore.
Shit she was in my club (if I was on foursquare I would def be the mayor there) the least I could do was cordially greet her. We exchanged the usual niceties such a meeting requires in proper society and went our own way. For me at the Cat on a Friday night I have a lot of rounds to make and drink for that matter. Seeing her had me lost in the rapture of “what if ”. I don’t dwell on such form of thinking that often, but to be honest our falling out was one of those moments that from time to time I did meditate on.
I always say you miss 100% of the pitches you don’t swing at and never give up. I took a page out of my own book walked up to her and asked if I could call her sometime. She complied. Since then I must say things between us have been going rather well. That is all I am going to say about it here cause I don’t want to jinx it.
There you have it 2,000, words on why there were no blogs in February. Unless your special it should now be obvious that I had a rather full plate this past month. Cut me some slack with all the “Where have all the blogs gone crap”. I do hope to get more writings up here in March. Don’t lose the faith cause I sure haven’t. Thanks as always for reading. It warms my heart to know all of you are out there.
