In thinking about this post, my mind wandered to a distant memory of a particularly poignant 80's Monster Ballad that I thought carried the above title. Alas, I couldn't find it, and am left without the anthem that I thought perfectly encapsulated the theme of this entry. As a somewhat unrelated but equally delightful runner-up, I managed to stumble on this little gem:
Let its nostalgia and inspirational chorus envelop you as you delve further in to this post. And don't worry of it doesn't quite fit with what follows.
Time waits for no man. So goes the immortal proverb of the unknown philosopher. This week in the men's room of a client's lobby in midtown Manhattan, I caught a glimpse of myself as if staring in to some unknown face, one markedly changed by age.
A far cry from this lucky schmuck (that's yiddish, for all you non-subway riders) that stumbled in to NYC five years ago after marrying the cutest and most interesting girl at BYU (sorry for those female readers that also graduated in '05... I know, the truth often hurts, but she was just cooler than all of you).
Much has happened since leaving Zoobieville. I've accumulated this pile of notebooks, which detail the gripping comings and goings of my lifetime at Citi. They chronicle three CEO's, four branding changes, seven different versions of business cards, dozens of clients, two bosses and a stock drop from $55 to (at one point) $0.99. One day I'll tell my kids "you know, in my day, you could buy a sandwich with five shares of Citi stock."
Another mile marker of change - I've grown increasingly impatient with drunk people, especially 30+ year olds that import Jersey Shore lawn games to Manhattan bars. Surprising, I know, given my upbringing in Fairfield County, CT (the binge drinking / pink polo capitol of the East Coast).
This post is getting way too lengthy, and isn't nearly as well organized as I had intended. Ah well, your fault for reading it.
7 comments:
I'm so glad that a photo of a urinal has finally made the blog. I mean, it's about time.
(Oh wait. You posted a photo of a man sitting on a toilet once too, right? Awesome.)
And maybe you should explain why you were in a bar watching beer pong.... WITH THE ELDER'S QUORUM of all groups.
Love you!
PS, I can't believe you've saved ALL of those notebooks.
I'm assuming that's an umbrella you're carrying in the first pic and not a cane. I mean, I know you're old, but...
It's a cane. I tend to rock the Mr. Peanut look when visiting clients. The monacle is in my pocket.
yeah, i'd say you definitely hit a home run with finding kathryn. after his freshman year, matt gave up looking for girls at byu, started slumming around at the state colleges where that honor code business doesn't get in the way and found love in dirty little weber county.
Lucky guy to snag Kathryn, and lucky Kathryn to choose Mike! BTW, I love your music choice, but I can remember dancing to that in high school! Were you guys alive then?
I love that song.
...in an 80's nostalgia sort of way.
ps. You are skiing/snowboarding with Ben right now which tells you how long it has been since I have treated myself to the Whiting family blog.
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