I’m kind of glad it’s over

I don’t feel like I should go out and drop another $20 on a monumental long shot, all because of the hopes and dreams of an exorbitant, life-changing payout. Not to mention that I kind of already had it lucky, because of my $100 payout from the first ticket, I was kind of playing with house money; but I had it in my mind that if nobody kept winning, and the jackpot kept growing, it wasn’t going to be the end of the world if I dropped another $20 each week.

So in the end, I spent $60 on three drawing cycles, but because I won $100 by virtue of matching four numbers, I came out ahead $40. Now imagine how much shittier I’d have felt by spending $60 without any sort of payback? That would’ve sucked. $60 is like, new-release date video game, dinner for two with the mythical girlfriend, or dinner for one at a Brazilian steakhouse.

Silly as it might’ve been, I actually had hope, that I might be the lucky draw out of the odds of 292 million, that I could win this. I mean, I can’t imagine that if there wasn’t even the most tiniest sliver of hope, anyone would play at all, but it still seems like a silly notion to have hopes like winning the lottery.

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Close, but no cigar

Given how much I’d been musing about winning the lottery lately, it shouldn’t be a surprise that I went and got a few numbers for the-then $475 million dollar Powerball jackpot.  Sure, with odds of like 1 in 300 million, it’s tantamount to burning cash in hand, but at the same time, you’ll never hit home runs if you never step up to the plate.

Regardless, I found myself in a position to tune into WSB last night right before the 11 pm news, as foolhardy as putting my hopes and dreams into a lottery could be, hoping to see any numbers on any of the sets of numbers show up on little ping pong balls.

The winning numbers for Wednesday’s drawing were 2, 11, 47, 62 and 63 with the Powerball being 17.

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If I won the lottery

In my life, I’ve had a lot of notoriously bad Januarys; this is not to say that I actually do believe that it’s not just coincidence, and that all Januarys are evil, but I’d also be lying if I didn’t say that I often times don’t enter each new year without a slightly more feeling of caution and reluctance.

Honestly lately, I’ve been feeling a tad blue because I’m unhappy with my career, which leads to a downward mental spiral of wondering what I’m doing with my life.  There’s plenty of good, not a tremendous amount of bad, but it’s like the little bit of negative somehow manages to overpower a lot of the good in my little bubble; perhaps that should be something I should strive to regulate, alleviate, and solve.

Anyway lately I’ve been giving a lot of thought about lotteries, and how the recent state of the Powerball lottery has hit the $400 million mark in terms of grand prize jackpot.  And what I’d do if I came across that kind of money.*

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Oh, how loudly money speaks

Sometimes, a story comes along, where all integrity just ceases to exist, due to the overwhelming presence of money, introduced into the scenario.

Case in point: the mythical girlfriend pointed me towards this ironically horrible story, where the only possible reaction is to laugh incredulously at the absurdity of it, and the subsequent resolution.  But in short, a Saudi man is accused of rape, whereas he claims he tripped and fell on top of an 18-year old girl sleeping on a couch, and oh yeah, penetrated her and left traces of semen inside of her.

Never mind the absurdity of the physical scenario of a grown adult falling on top of a teenager, as well as the off-chance that he just happened to have a stiffy that just so happened to conveniently accidentally enter a vagina.  And I guess in his panicked attempt to withdraw as soon as possible he just happened to have the stamina of a 13-year old finding Cinemax after 11 pm, and blew his wad in the process.

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I feel like the Black Friday bubble has burst

It’s probably just me, because I have the penultimate first world problem in the fact that despite how much I look around my personal belongings, I have just about all the things that lots of people typically get themselves geared up for Black Friday for.  Television(s), game systems, laptops/computers, tablets and other miscellaneous electronic gizmos; these are all things that I’ve got already and/or don’t really need to be replaced yet.

Men’s fashion doesn’t change so dramatically that I need to go out and replace all sorts of clothes, and for the most part, I dress fairly neutral, often times wearing things that are fairly timeless and/or devoid of any real time stamping.  Needless to say, I bought a few things here and there in terms of clothing, but nowhere near the hundreds of dollars I’ve spent over the last two years’ Black Friday periods.

I had a few ideas for gifts for certain people, but they were all pretty cut and dry, and were not at all that difficult for me to acquire, so I haven’t really had the necessity to get out in my car, go out somewhere, and risk fist fights in order to get the things I had in mind.

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Truck drivers make how much?

Apparently, America has a shortage of truck drivers.  To such a degree that at least for private fleets, the average trucker salaryis $73,000.  I’m not going to specify what exactly I make a year, but it’s not $73,000, and I have to imagine driving long distances is vastly less prone to dealing with office bullshit than my job is.

The amazing thing is the allegation that the reasoning for such a shortage is simply the fact that there aren’t enough people qualified to be truck drivers actually applying for these jobs.  I’m not going to assume it’s as simple as driving a Honda Civic for 12 hours straight, because I know that at least there’s the double clutch to consider and the sheer knowledge of physics that comes into play when traversing varying elevations.  But it still boils down to the fact that when all the training and preparation is done, it’s basically sitting in a gigantic car, driving things from point A to point B.

Just how much qualifications are required to be truck drivers?  They certainly can’t be that much, if the people driving all these trucks are the same people I see getting lost on the country backroads in the areas surrounding my home, or the litany of dumbasses who are crashing their cargo of food stuffs all over Metro Atlanta highways.

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Maybe not such a great idea, Steph

TL:DR – Professional basketball player Stephon Marbury calls Michael Jordan “greedy,” referencing the high cost of Air Jordan sneakers, in an attempt to promote the resurrection of his low-cost alternative Starbury shoes.

Uh Steph, I know you feel all safe, confident and empowered over in Beijing, China, while Michael Jordan is literally half a planet away in America, but have you forgotten who you’re mouthing off to and publicly criticizing?

Sure, I agree with the facts Marbury presents in his arguments, but I have to say that subsequently criticizing Michael Jordan probably isn’t the smartest idea he’s ever had.  Yes, Air Jordans are exorbitantly priced.  Yes, people have literally died over Air Jordans over the last three decades.  Yes, Michael Jordan himself is a gozillionaire because of Air Jordans.

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