Who reads this tripe?

Well, after a few millenia, I feel like sharing again. I quit my last job and received a new one selling musical instruments. The cool part is that after only a couple months, they made me manager of a store. The cooler part is that the particular store (as opposed to a particular princeton location) happens to be a frisbee's toss from my condo. Rad!!

Being a manager is a weird experience. I now appologize to customers as if I owned the franchise. However, I have had experience taking responsibility for my actions (as well as others) before.

For instance, my old dormatory used to have a weekly occurance called "Wang Wednesday" during which, we manfolk would prance about pantsless for no particular reason. It was an exercise in humility and perhaps a confirmation of heterosexuality. For whatever reason, I felt the need to perpetuate this institution during my sophomore year. Even though I did not reside in my previous dorm, I spent a good couple weeks trying to encourage its new inhabitants to flaunt their manly endowments. It did not take much. My example led to many amusing encounters, most of which involved me knocking on doors and waiting for them in a naked handstand against their door. I do recall a couple nude somersaults down the halls of a neighboring hall. I did recieve more than one glass of beverages thrown into my genetalia. As a countermeasure, there was a public repremand of this nefarious event and the entire hall was called upon to answer. Though I was no longer a resident of this hall, I felt that I should attend to represent them. The meeting was awkward at best. I made a valient attempt to prove that by prancing about naked we were instilling some heterosexual yet fraternal bond in each other (in hindsight, it doesn't seem very logical). The RA at the time (a black woman I might add) was not warm to the idea, though she respected my articulate arguments, forbade us from such activities.

I don't know why I shared this story. I suppose that I wanted to show that even though I could have very well ditched this hall meeting, as I was not a resident of that particular hall at the time, I chose to show up to that meeting out of obligation. And as immature as my motivations may have been, I think this may reflect my qualifications as a store manager.

Of course this story did not find itself onto my resume, but you can see that I have no problem taking responsibility.

Speaking of masculine activities. Check out this video from the Ukranian hit Vitas. All I have to say is: WTF?