I Finally Won an Amazon Giveaway!

I have been entering these things for at least the past year.  Not every day, but at least a few times per week I enter 10-20 different drawings on Amazon.  They make it pretty easy.  Go to Amazon Giveaways and click.  Until now I’ve never won a a thing.  Until now.

“Congratulations David!” – I never get tired of hearing that.  Although I don’t hear it that often.

“You won the giveaway hosted by BookGorilla.com Daily Alerts!” – Hooray for me!  BG is apparently some kind of free subscription service where they email you information on kindle book bestsellers that you can buy through them for a discount?  I have no idea if it’s worth it, don’t use their service, and have no plan to sign up.  I will, however, give them this brief plug here since they were kind enough of raffle off my new Kindle Fire 7 Tablet.

“Click Here to Claim Your Prize!” – And this is where I hit the brakes.  I’m no noob.  I’m not the guy you read about who clicked some idiot link and infected his computer with whatever and has to call his brother-in-law for guidance on how to avoid paying some internet ransom to hackers in Russia/China/India/Whereversland.

I looked at source code.  Seemed okay.  Checked full email address; appeared to be coming directly from Amazon.com.  It came encrypted.  And, ultimately, I DID enter a drawing that corresponded to this prize.  I crossed my fingers, clenched my toes… and clicked.

BOOM!  Nothing happened.  I must have bumped the mouse off the button.  Clicked again and everything worked fine.  Routed to Amazon.com, confirmed my address on file, and received my order number.  New Kindle Fire 7 is on it’s way!

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This was basically the first email I saw this morning when I woke up.  What a nice way to start the week.  I hope your week is starting off just as good or better!  Thanks BookGorilla, and thanks Amazon!  As always…

Living the Dream,
Humble Dave

We Almost Blew Up The House

On Sunday I’m doing laundry in the garage (normal, because that’s where we keep the washer and dryer).  I notice that the washing machine has rocked back a couple of inches due to what I assume was enthusiastic washing from a previous cycle (normal, it’s a new washer and very excited to do its job).  I decide to pull it back into place (also normal; what would you have done?).

And this is where everything goes wrong.  I move the washing machine perhaps a half-inch forward and I hear “SSSSSssssSSsSSsSSSSSSSSsssSSssSSssSSssSSSS…” and a high-pitched whistling sound.  Well, neither of those things would be good on their own, but when paired with the rotten-egg smell of natural gas we’ve reach full blown disaster mode.

DISASTER MODE RECOVERY, ENGAGED!  I open the garage door for ventilation.  I scream for the wife, who races downstairs to see what I need.  I’m trying to peer behind the washer, but the EXTREMELY HIGH VOLUME OF GAS is making me light-headed so I give up.  “GASISLEAKINGOUTYOUNEEDTOGETOUTSIDEANDCALL911I’LLGETCODY!”

She runs out and calls 911.  I run inside and get the the dog, the leash, and my sneakers.  Unfortunately, I forgot my towel*.

Fun Fact: Our washer/dryer is precisely 1′ away from our GAS POWERED WATER HEATER and GAS POWERED FURNACE.  Two things that use pilot lights (ie. open flame) to make things warm (in this case water and air, respectively).  I suspected that if a room filled with flammable gas should meet the friendly open flame all sorts of things would begin to go wrong (side note: per gas and electric guy it’s less likely than I thought.  Still not worth trying).

Next step, wait for the cavalry, right?  NONSENSE!  I’m a man of action!  Time to turn off the gas to the house and save the day!  One problem.  Where’s the main shutoff?

There’s a shutoff by the furnace, so I turn that.  No effect on the leak, but at least the furnace won’t explode.  Didn’t see a shutoff for the water heater (firemen pointed it out to me later; it’s fairly well hidden and difficult to reach.  hooray?).

I go out front to the gas meter, thinking it might be there.  Well, there’s no handle or knob to turn.  There’s a bunch of things I COULD turn with pliers or a wrench, but it seemed like a bad time to start experimenting, you know?

We’re running from neighbor to neighbor, and asked at LEAST 6 of them.  NO ONE KNEW!  I find that fairly alarming.

To make a long story slightly less long:  Firemen (and a firewoman) came out and promptly shut the gas off.  It was indeed on the gas meter, and you DID need a wrench to turn it.  Now I know (and knowing is half the battle!  YO JOE!).  They took a look behind the washer and apparently when the washer had rocked back it bumped into the gas valve that used to supply gas to our old dryer (the new one is electric), and opened it about 1/3 of the way, spewing gas out of the hose that was no longer connected to anything.  They shut the valve, turned the main house gas back on and headed out.  They were super nice about the whole thing.

A little later the San Diego Gas and Electric (SDG&E) guy came out to check everything.  He took a look at the valve behind the washer and since it wasn’t in use (electric dryer, remember?) he removed the hose and capped off the valve so it couldn’t accidentally go off again.  Hooray.  He was also super nice.  I gave him a bag of mini oreos and a firm handshake as a thank you.

All in all, an exciting start to Superbowl Sunday.  Also, the SECOND time my wife and I almost died due to excesses of poisonous gas in our home (first time was carbon monoxide related – make sure your detectors are up and running!), and the second time the dryer tried to kill us (the reason we have a new dryer is the old one caught fire in the middle of the night).  “It’s not paranoia if they really are out to get you!” – Some guy.

Anyway, we lived (obviously).  Lucky for you, otherwise you wouldn’t have any more of my blogs to read.

Living the Dream (although sometimes it’s a nightmare),

-Humble Dave

*If you don’t understand this reference I suggest you read “The Hitchhikers Guide To The Galaxy” by Douglas Adams.  You will quickly learn that a towel is the most massively useful thing in the Universe.  I can immediately think of a half-dozen ways it would have been useful in this scenario.

DOG PICS!

Because why not?  Here are a stack of pictures of El Pupper Perfecto as he does his thing…

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That is an interesting proposal. Please allow me to consider it in full before rendering a decision.
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Impromptu nap in the middle of playtime with his bestie
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Seriously, there is no dog cuter than him
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Nice little hint of a smile on his perfectly whiskered face
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Again, so cute
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Guess who ended up with the ring?
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Naptime on the doggy bed!
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I’m fairly confident they were communicating telepathically
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Majestic as hell. Climbed a mountain with his ladies
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The zen art of sleeping
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Sooo… you gonna rub my belly or what?
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Nom Nom Nom
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I’m a reindeer, don’t blow my cover

If you’re wondering why there aren’t more pictures of him moving, it’s because he’s too fast for the camera to pick up.  I’m working on some slow-motion videos and will have to link through youtube or vimeo or whatever the kids are using these days.

Living the Dream,

Humble Dave

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wow. Kind of a lot has happened (Part 2)

Geez, I am TERRIBLE about writing here consistently.  However, the important thing to remember is that “when life gives you lemons, make lemonade,” which also tastes terrible and sour unless you add sugar.  So, I guess it’s equally important to find someone sweet to mix with the life-lemonade.  What, you ask, does this have to do with Part 2?  Nothing, I just ramble sometimes.  I suppose if you didn’t like my rambling you wouldn’t have made it this far into my blog.  So…. you’re welcome?

I left Part 1 off somewhere after we got Cody and I’m supposed to start part 2 off with job hunting.  This one will cover the now 10ish months since I got laid off March 31, 2017.  Don’t worry, it won’t take you 10 months to read.  Job hunting sucks, so I don’t care to relive it detail.

My plan was thus:  Take a few months after getting laid off to relax, decompress, re-evaluate my life and decide on the best direction to move.  My though process was this:  I no longer enjoyed what I was doing (Financial advisor recruiting, relationship management, and firm business development), and this was an excellent opportunity to make a career change and find something I DO like, and fulfills me emotionally.  Guess what?  It’s harder than it sounds.

First of all, my plan was going swimmingly until at the beginning of month 4 (July 2017), when I was really getting into the groove and applying to jobs that sounded interesting (Account Manager and Relationship manager positions at tech firms) I got injured.  And not the kind of injury where you’re like, okay, I’m injured but still functional.  Not me, I don’t do things half was.  I got the kind of injury where I’m COMPLETELY OUT OF COMMISSION for months and months.  I was on so many meds and painkillers there was no resume updating, no interviewing, and certainly no job applying going on during this time.  I still looked at jobs to help me keep an eye on what was out there, but… no real luck.

A quick note on the injury:  I squished a disc in my neck between C5 and C6 which is bulging out, narrowing the pathway in which nerves exit the spine.  What this really means is EXCRUCIATING PAIN in my neck, shoulder, and left arm all the way down to my fingers.  Sitting?  Excruciating pain.  Walking?  Nope.  Carrying anything heavier than a couple pounds?  Dear god please no.  When you’re in pain doctors always ask you, “On a scale of 1-10 where is the pain now?”  I’m too detail oriented, I suppose, because this drives me crazy.  How do I quantify my pain level on a scale of numbers with no corresponding state?  I have to assume 10 is MAX PAIN, right?  So that would be pain that renders me unconscious, right?  A 9 would be pain so bad that all you can do is cry on the ground in a fetal position begging for unconsciousness.  An 8 is pain so all encompassing that every thought in your head is 100% focused on “how can I make this pain stop right now.”

I spent some time at level 8, and might have tapped a 9 at some point.  It’s MISERABLE.  There were literally only 2 positions I could be in that limited my pain…. hmmm… I’m totally off track here.  Let me bring this back around to the job.

I was in terrible pain and on mind-melting medications until mid September, when I finally started feeling well enough to take short walks outside the house.  It was on one of these walks that we stopped at an open house in the neighborhood.  I’ve met the realtor here a number of times, and my community is his “farm,” which means he’s worked this area for many years and does most of the listings here.  Really nice guy.  We chatted for a bit and he suggested I might like being a real estate agent.

I thought about it for a while, and realized it checked the 3 “big picture” boxes I had for me ideal job:

  1. I want to like the company I work for and enjoy what I’m doing.
    • I’d be working for myself, but with the tech and support of a big company behind me.  Also, I like working with people, and everyone needs a place to live!
  2. I want what I do to have a positive impact on other people’s lives.
    • Helping people sell their existing homes for the most value seems like a great thing to do.  One the flip side, helping buyers find their “dream home” or even buy their first “starter” home seems like it would be changing the world for the better, one family at a time.
  3. I want to make enough money for Jas, Cody, and me to live comfortably in San Diego.
    • Full time realtors who work hard, are honest and personable, and don’t give up when times are hard can make a GREAT living in a market where the average home price is around $600K+.  In the immortal words of Frito from “Idiocracy”: I like money.

So I have embarked on my real estate career!  Signed up for Keller Williams real estate pre-licensing courses in the beginning of October.  Finished the 3 classes and passed their final exams by mid-January.  Sent my application along with licensing fees to the California Bureau of Real Estate (Cal-BRE) and have approximately 5 weeks to wait until they process my application and open my testing window.  I then have… a year, maybe to pick a test date and pass.  Irregardlessly (eat it, grammar check.  I adverbed an imaginary word and there’s nothing you can do about it!), I’ll take the test as soon as I can.  In the meantime I’m doing a lot of studying and attending another Keller Williams training course called IGNITE which is AWESOME.  Learning a ton and excited to get started hopefully at the end of February or (more likely) beginning of March.

So there you have it!  I’m going to be a realtor in San Diego.  So, if you’re reading this and planning to list your home or buy a new one later this year definitely let me know!  If you’re happy where you are but know some friends or co-workers who are planning a move I’d love to talk to them as well (once I’m licensed!).  If they’re friends of yours we’ll try to find them a home near yours.  If you don’t really like them that much we’ll find them something far away. 🙂

Living the Dream,

Humble Dave

Wow. Kind of a lot has happened (Part 1)…

So it’s clearly been over a year since I’ve written anything on here.  That’s a bit of time, and as one might expect, kind of a lot has happened.

Although, I suppose that one mightn’t necessarily expect that.  For many, many years look the same.  You wake up, go to work, come home.  Occasionally do something interesting on a weekend.  Rinse and repeat 360ish times (except for the weekends, then only repeat 52 times.  And sometimes holidays, but… meh.) and it’s another year again!  But I digress…

What’s happened?  I got a dog, was laid off, got injured (indirectly by the dog, natch), missed a vacation (DAMNIT), job hunted (unsuccessfully, to date), found a new career, reinjured myself (albeit not as badly), and I feel like I’m forgetting something, but I’m sure it’ll come to me eventually.

You know, it seems like a lot less after writing it out.  But really, Nov-January was business as usual.  The standard week I described above.   Three months of “the usual,” although we had some great visits with family mixed in!

February started our dog search, and March 1st we adopted Cody from The Barking Lot dog rescue.  You see, we’d done a lot of research and given the whole “dog thing” a lot of thought.  We knew what we wanted, more or less.  A 2-3 year old adult female.  Housebroken.  Crate-Trained.  Basic obedience training (sit, stay, lie-down, fetch, etc).  Mellow, but interested in walks and play when we were in the mood (basically medium energy).  About 40 lbs.  Basically a relatively easy dog for first-time dog-owners.  So we searched and looked and googled and visited shelters.

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First of all, meet Cody:

Allow me to start off by saying he’s an awesome dog.  That being said, perhaps we compromised on a FEW things.

  • Female?  –> Nope.  Male.
  • At least 2 years old? –> How about a 10ish month old puppy instead?
  • Obedience Trained? –>  This one’s tricky.  He’d clearly heard the commands before, but didn’t necessarily know he was supposed to take an action.  He’s been fairly easy to train, and also incredibly difficult to train.
  • Crate Trained? –>  He HATES being locked inside the crate.  Really, he hates being confined anywhere.  All the bars on the crate are bent.  Fortunately, we can leave him alone in the house now.
  • 40 lbs full grown? –> They told us he was 40 lbs when we adopted him, and would be between 45-50 lbs full grown.  We took him to the vet 3 days after we brought him home and he weighed 52 lbs.  He’s currently weighing in at just under 70 lbs.
  • Medium Energy? –> HAHAHAHAHAHA.  High Energy.  Holy moly.  If you ever saw this dog get the zoomies…

The good news is that he was definitely housebroken.  The bad news is that he’s super smart, and fairly stubborn.  What that means is that he knows what you want from him, but doesn’t care because OHMYGODTHERE’SADOGOVERTHEREANDIHAVETOPLAYWITHHIMRIGHTNOW! Or “I know it’s bedtime but a stranger parked their car in front of our house BARKBARKBARKBARKBARKBARK!”  Although I do still lock my doors, you’d have to be an IDIOT to try and break into my place with this guy on guard.  He takes his job seriously.  I saw him straight murder a cricket that hopped a little to close to the back door.  It was not a pretty sight.

I’ll do a full post on Cody another time.  For now, just trust me when I say he’s a cool dog, and an enormous PITA.  Fortunately, he’s incredibly cute so it’s hard to stay mad at him for long.

In fact, this one’s getting a little long.  I think I’ll end it here, and pick up Part 2 with “Dude, Where’s My Job?”

BARK BARK!

-Humble Dave and Cody