A Blog About Nothing

Last Friday night, me and my new peeps went out for a drink after work.

Lets just say it ended up being a few more than just one.

But it sure made for some good quality bonding time.

As the new guy, I made triple sure that I was NOT the life of the party.

So I did my best to just sit there and listen and drop in a one-liner from time-to-time.

At the end of the night/morning, they had learned just a little about me and I had learned just a little more than a little about them.

Mission accomplished.

Perhaps the biggest nugget I uncovered was that my new boss is a Seinfeld fanatic.

Like me.

And like me, he says he can quote the show about nothing, like nothing.

As I grow more comfortable (and secure) in the new job, I might just have to test that a little bit.

I might just bring up the time that Frank Costanza attacked Mr. Steinbrenner about trading Jay Buhner for Ken Phelps.

And I might just ask if he is an importer or an exporter.

And I might just ask if he liked the English Patient.

Or made out at Schindler’s List.

Or if he preferred Rochelle Rochelle as a movie or a musical.

And I might just see if he wants to be my latex salesman.

I probably won’t ask if he is the master of his own domain.

Until the next time we go out for drinks.

As it turned out, the show about nothing was a whole lot more than nothing.

I hope someday I can say the same about this new blog.

But at the moment, I’m kinda struggling.

When I decided to write a blog on my journey through unemployment, it was a pretty simple project.

I sat down at the computer, wrote what was on my mind and hit publish.

Simple.

Because of the subject matter and the spirit of the letter, I think people really connected with it.

I know I connected with it.

Now that the message of the blog has changed, I have hit a little bit of writer’s block.

I still LOVE writing and I’m going to continue to write, but sometimes I just don’t know what to say.

In the words of Seinfeld, I am speechless.   

I am without speech.

As someone who is living thousands of miles away from his family, I think there is something interesting here.  

Actually, I know there is something interesting here.

But at the moment, I just don’t know what it is.

I found it interesting that the place I am staying at has water pressure so low, it feels like I am showering at the 4077th.

I even came up with the line, “but the only Hot Lips around here were from the spicy food I had last night”.

Somewhere in this blogosphere, some 70’s sitcom nut is  doubling over in laughter.

I have made other observations too.

I found it interesting that I went into a Dunkin’ Donuts and there was a sign that said “CPR Equipment is in the back.”

It could be time for the decaf.

And I found it interesting that I saw a pizza delivery guy pulled over by the police for speeding.

So much for making it in 30 minutes or less.

And I found it interesting that when I packed my two suitcases for the big trip, one bag weighed 47 pounds and the other was 43.

My entire life weighed just 90 pounds.   

And I found it interesting that when I told my neighbor I was moving cross country, he thought my wife and I were getting a divorce.

Sign of the times I suppose.

And I found it interesting that on a train ride last weekend, I sat next to a real celebrity.

Ms. Yenta, 1948.

By the time I got off the train, she knew everything about me but my social security number.

I found all of those moments to be interesting and some of them even made me laugh.

But how in the world could I turn them into a blog.

It would be a blog about, nothing.

Hey, it worked for Jerry.