Bags
I've deleted my Facebook account. For those of you reading this, you are not the one's I make mention to in the previously poorly written self-righteous paragraph.
In the height of my maleness, last week I got drunk and ended up having a one-night-stand with a girl I met at the club I work at. I had seen her there once before and slightly flirted, a skill I'm greatly lacking in. She's very pretty which in my state of self-loathing caused my to wonder why she was even talking to me. One of my coworkers told me she had a kid a while back. This tends to happen to me, I meet and talk to girls who have some sort of baggage, and what's more baggage than a kid on your hip? A few drink in me and this little baggage thing was no longer an issue.
It wasn't my best performance and I'll gladly admit that. I was exhausted from being up nearly 24 hours and on top of it I was coming down from my intoxicated state and was feeling hungover. All I wanted to do was go to sleep and my whole body was in agreement with that. Just for the record, I wasn't the only one in the room that wasn't playing up to par. After about 45 minutes of a poor performance on both our parts, I left.
I actually know nothing about home theater. When I went in for the interview with the GM he asked where I would like to work and as I was drawing a total blank I blurted out 'home theater' and sure enough there was an opening. I'm still at my job at the club and the one on campus which leaves very little free time but that's how I like it.