On January 19th of this year, I made a post that read the following:
“I’ll spare you the details. But if today is any indication, 2006 is really going to suck.”
And boy, did it ever.
January: My performance at the office supply sales job that I had at the time (y’know, the one that I had to wake up at 5:30 AM for so I could be at the office at 7:05, and usually didn’t get home until after 7:00 PM) was so bad that I basically had to go on the road to Bakersfield to salvage my job. Granted, I made about $900 that week, but I missed out on the Seahawks clinching the NFC championship because I had to drive out there on Sunday night.
February: The Seahawks get screwed out of a Super Bowl win. The following week, I lost the sales job. (I was planning on quitting anyway, but I would’ve preferred to work the field rather than get sent back home as soon as I got there.)
March: I got three interviews from various film and multimedia companies. All three of them whiff. On one interview, I locked myself out of the house, and have to climb on top of the minivan parked under my balcony to get inside – all for a job that was 30 miles away, paid minimum wage, and was about as far away from my career goals as you could get and stay in the industry. When I got the call that said that I didn’t get the job, that was officially the worst day of my life, because it was the day that all realistic hopes that I’d work in TV were killed.
April: After working as a courier for a month, a job that put probably 5000 miles on my car in one month and paid half of what I got at Toppers, I finally land what appears to be a steady job, as a cage cashier at the Bicycle Casino. Things finally start to look up.
May: My namesake, Tim Connolly of the Buffalo Sabres, goes on a tear in the ’06 Stanley Cup Playoffs, scoring 5 goals and 6 assists. In Game 2 against Ottawa, though, he suffers a concussion in the first minute of the game. He hasn’t returned to the ice since.
June: The owner of Electric Ave. informs me that holding EAT 5 would cost him in the neighborhood of $1000 in lost revenue if it were held on a Friday and Saturday as planned. As a result, I’m forced to postpone the tournament to Saturday-Sunday, and am told that the Saturday events must conclude by 8 PM.
July: Because I’m taking a week off for EAT 5, I can’t take any time off for GSC 5, which was held the previous week. As a result, I miss out on a large portion of GSC festivities, including the awards luncheon featuring Peter Marshall. The following week, EAT 5 is held. Of the 13 people who pre-registered, only four actually showed up. A grand total of 10 people enter the two-day tournament – half as many people as I had promised EA would come.
August: Not such a bad month. I came in early to work to help them take in the entry fees to the WPT Legends of Poker event they hold every year, and got to meet several big-name poker pros. At one point I saw the three people who’ve won 10 WSOP bracelets each – Doyle Brunson, Johnny Chan and Phil Hellmuth – playing at the same table. Now you see why I took this gig.
September: I overpay a customer $1000 at work, putting me on immediate suspension and at risk of termination if the money isn’t returned. The customer does eventually repay a portion of the money, giving me my job back, but the pink slip remains on my record, making it impossible for me to transfer for six months – just as I was looking into doing so, for this very reason. In other news, EA closes its doors in Ventura, after over a year of stunted business after the nearby 101 freeway closed down its offramps for several months.
October: After a 3-0 start, the Seahawks get pelted by the Bears, 37-6. Meanwhile, both HAsselbeck and Alexander go down with injuries, leaving the B-squad to hold down the fort for a month.
November: The American people decide they’d rather have Nancy Pelosi as Speaker of the House. I lock myself out of the house again, and break the door down to get back inside (the minivan wasn’t there this time).
Later in the month, someone gets a hold of my debit card number and charges $600. It takes about three weeks for me to get the money back.
December: I’m $1100 short at work again. $1000 of it is found in accounting, but $100 is still outstanding. I get on 1 vs. 100, and outsmart myself on the first question – then have a temper tantrum with the producer about the question, guaranteeing that I’ll never get chosen for any game show that NBC does ever again. The Seattle Seahawks lose three straight – two of them to inferior teams (SF and Arizona), one of them to a superior team that they choked against (SD). Christmas comes and goes, and not only do I have to work, not only do I get crap for tips (while the guy right next to me makes in excess of $60 – I made $13), but with Ben in Pennsylvania to visit his family, I have nobody to celebrate the day with.
My new year’s resolution? I don’t have one. I don’t want to jinx it.