A part of me…

I am just coming back in the office from my “lunch” break. As I walked to the office a pretty girl walks over to me and ask if had a cigarette. After I explained that  I don’t smoke she asked if I was looking for some company tonight. Now this wasn’t the first time I was approached by a hooker (I wander if I look so desperate?) , but I never expected this to happen in the city center next to the Court of Law! I guess the law IS blind after all.

Five minutes before this encounter I was telling a collegue of mine how I had friends who were charged with “Public intoxication” because they were drinking a bear in the park. As far as I know this law was introduced and accepted because “Seeing people drinking in the parks was destroying the moral of our children.” OK, I can live with that. But let me ask you this: when young women and girls offer sex for money, isn’t that destroyng the moral too? Or is that acceptable because this way people in the law enforcement can get a buck or two on the side? 

In case I haven’t said this before, my working hours are not the normal one you would expect in a company. Because I am still a full time student and I have lectures in the morning I work from 4:30 pm till 1:00 am. But my working hours are not the reason I write this post.

The reason I write it is because there was an interesting welcome when I came in the office today. “Good you are here, we thought you will miss the party” Now, I know I have difficulties remembering people’s birthdays but I was pretty sure no-one had one, so I was wandering what was this party all were talking about. So I asked. Apparently the big boss overseas was impressed by the work we (ok, the work the web developers) have done, so he decided to send us a “Thank you” gift – a bottle of Jameson. Some of you may think this is no big deal (and it isn’t really) but still we are simple people and enjoy the small things. Not to mention that the company I work for has a “no drinking in office hours” policy. My line of work requires a little bit of creativity and alcohol has this interesting effect to get the creative juices flowing. Or at least that is the case with me. Anyway today was an interesting work day….

P.S.  I wander, if the big boss sends us a bottle of whisky in work hours, will he mind if we get a fridge with beer in the office? After all, 100ml whisky intoxicates you more then a couple of beers

I was thinking for some time now to do the blog both in English and Bulgarian, but never got to it. But since I had to move the blog and changed blogging platforms, I finally decided to do this. There are still some things to fix and edit but I will try and translate the posts by the end of next week. So stay tuned

Cool! Dream Theater will be playing in Kavarna, Bulgaria on July 3rd. I must say it is a great start end for the annual rock fest in Kavarna Anyway me and a couple of friends are eagerly awaiting the big event. It will be one hell of a week – July morning, Mortley Crue, Blind Guardian and Scoprions and Dream theater on the last day…

PS. As I was browsing through the site of the Kaliakra Rock Fest I couldn’t stop thinking what poor job (with the site) they have done for such a big event. I mean, come on people is it so hard to organize it a bit better, throw a couple of links and info? It is not like you don’t have the resources. And it is not the SEO in me that’s talking, I am saying this as a user. You should be able to do a better job, hell I will do it if you through a couple of tickets my way

Yep, I said it – being the nice guy sucks. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t such a nice guy, sometimes I get tired of always thinking about the people around me and how the things I do or say will affect them, I am tired of always being the voice of reason. I don’t know, sometimes I wish I was like the other guys who don’t care, who do what they want and if things don’t go the way they want… well fuck it, move on…

But that is not me… For some reason I care, for some reason I put the others before me, for some reason I care what the people around me think. I don’t know, maybe this is a good thing, after all there are more than enough assholes and idiots out there. But sometimes I just get tired…

Hmm, maybe I didn’t express myself the right way. Being nice is not what makes me tired. I like being nice to people, I like doing favors, I like making people happy or more comfortable. What I am tired of is the way most of the people see me. Because for most people I am just “the nice guy”, the guy they can count to help them out when they are in a pinch, but nothing more. And this sucks.

I am tired of just being the nice guy.