Alright so I know I have been promising a Big Sur blog and I am not welshing on that deal. Considering the fact that I have over 800 awesome photos to go through from the trip, the fact that waves are going to be good all the way through the week, and that Pat needs his board finished asap (yes I am still begrudgingly doing surfboard repair. Always the masochist so rarely the sadist.) it may be a week or so before that happens. It should be a fun read and I hope worth the wait. Although some happy reader left me the comment “The world would be a better place if someone shot you in the head”, so if that happens then, yeah I doubt the Big Sur blog will ever get written at all. People, you know I love the hate mail, but honestly if you don’t like the content of SurfingRuinedMyLife.net then don’t read it. No one is putting a gun to YOUR head on the matter and it is definitely not worth killing me over.
Before I get into the Big Sur trip I thought I would bring everyone up to speed on whats been happening in Lisanti Land the past few weeks. Fuck, Kooky finally filled us in with his crazy life. Although I can’t even begin to compare to his current Tanzania adventure a bit has happened to me as well. Face the facts I am old and boring these days anyhow. I figure any day I do more then just sit around my apartment and scratch my ass, surfed closed out New Jetty or loose my temper at work it was a rather exciting day.
I got Promoted!
Let’s start with work, shall we. My high school English teacher would be proud of my good use of transitions and then appalled by my lack of grammar. Back in late December, early January I was up for sous chef at Westmont. It seemed I was a lock. Then management went with some other guy. I got all pissed off about the whole thing and started looking for other means of gainful employment, whatever the hell that is. Gainful Employment! That’s a fucking joke.
I applied to a few different establishments that seemed like they would complement my skills as a cook. UCSB was among the group that actually offered me a position. It took two ridiculous interviews and a host of background checks, but ultimately I was the candidate they wanted for a full time dinner cook position. This was basically the same job I was doing at Westmont, but for way better pay and benefits. I was about to take it, when my boss called me into his office for what I assumed was to be scolded for something stupid I said or did (there are a lot of such instances and is usually a regular occurrence). As it turns out he offered me a management position: Lead Dinner Cook.
This basically translates to me being responsible for all the food production, presentation, and sections for the dinner shift. In other words I am a toss up between a glorified prep cook and a whipping boy. Whatever the case it came with a solid raise, plus a bonus from the company for losing my benefits due to some bullshit policy change courtesy of that wonderful new Obama Care program that has fucked myself along with tons of other Americans. At the moment I am making more money then I have in over ten years. For the first time in a long time I am not stressed out at the end of each month when my bills are due.
Let me say this is a liberating feeling. At the same time it is rather scary cause for the first time in years I actually care about whether or not I get fired cause the odds of finding a job that will pay as well are very slim. Now I am locked in and since I am management now I have to back all of the bullshit that the company wants done no matter if I agree with it or not. Basically I have added a few more shackles of convention to my already very mainstreamed mundane life. Fuck it, even The Great Kahuna from Gidget gets a job at the end of the movie when he realizes his beach bum lifestyle isn’t really cutting it anymore.
It was only a matter of time and lets face it I am not a time waster. Heather and I had been living together for a couple of months now and things have been going well enough. Since I have been with her my life has been making positive moves and I am feeling rather close to the former greatness I once was the last time my life was in a peak. I know one cannot account for the ebb and flow life presents us with, but I have to definitely recognize the correlation here. Besides that Heather is a really good woman and will be true and a faithful companion to me and after the Adrienne debacle I must say this has become a major selling feature to me. As of now we have not set a date yet or anything, but it is in the future plan.
Two Weeks of Winter?
Its been a strange season here in California for both weather and surfing. It seems our ground hog didn’t even bother to show up this Ground Hog Day since as of writing this we already appear to be in spring like conditions. As far as the swells go it has been lots of wind swell. Weather wise its been unusually foggy for this time of year and my garden is in full bloom. For at least two weeks in January the Pacific decided to remind us up here in the 805 that it was still winter and gifted us a solid run of west swells that had every single wave from Ventura to Gaviota lighting up. I for one surfed my brains out and remembered why I put up with all the hassle it takes to live here. For more details on those sessions check out the January page of the Surflog, dates 1-20 thru 1-29. Don’t forget to check the Surflog daily for updated Lisanity.
A Slight Pull Back on the Party?
Well I am engaged now after all and its not to a party girl. Bizarro and I threw our combined birthday bash on the second and at the party was well received. We got a good turn out and were able to comp the majority of our guests at the bar. All your friends, plus a decent supply of alcohol, what could possibly go wrong? I have seen this great situation go either way. This night my friends things went horribly wrong really fast. What started out a fun night at the Wild Cat on the train to Fancytown turned into a night mare. End result my girl got arrested for being drunk and stupid. That makes her the fourth person close to me to get arrested after a heavy night of drinking. Considering the incident I think I am going to cut back my party nights to very special occasions. As of press time no charges were pressed as the State of California had no case against my lady. The whole thing was nothing more then a few bull shit cops with nothing better to do on a power trip.
I guess that is all I have for you folks at the moment and I think it was a pretty thorough account of what has been going on in Lisanti Land. Stay tuned for my Big Sur blog. Not sure if it is going to be on long piece or a multi part thing. Here is a photo collage of what is to come just to peak your interest.