Today was Charlie’s last day as the fambiz’s estimator. He will be missed. His very last estimate that he’ll ever do for the company was a whole house gutter and downspout bid plus gutter guards. It was a big job. He went through everything and spent 25 minutes with the homeowner, which I know for a fact he doesn’t do all the time, but this one he really wanted to sell all the way. She accepted the quote and it was a great way to end his career at the company.

He’s spent 17 years being the estimator at our company, here’s a picture of him writing his last estimate ever:

You see that folder? That shit is WELL WORN. He’s a good dude. I’ll miss him. I’m going to buy myself everything I’ll need for the position on Saturday. A Hello Kitty calculator will more than likely be involved.

My friend John brought something to my attention tonight that I hadn’t really considered. He asked who was going to replace Charlie, and I said me, and he said, aren’t you going to replace your dad though?

SHIT.

I’m supposed to eventually replace my dad, and immediately replace our estimator. I didn’t think this through. I’m already going from 8 hour days to 11 hour days like……..THAT.


I guess I’ll take over for my dad as soon as I know WTF I’m doing in Charlie’s position…right?

Tomorrow, Chuck, myself, and my father are participating in a golf outing for Parents and Friends. PAF is a great organization and if you don’t know what it is, just Google it.

So my first real day will be Monday. I’m excited for it. Not even nervous, just full of confidence. I have no idea why. I should be terrified. I’m not. I’m looking forward to selling the shit out of some gutters. I’ll probably even let you know how I did with 100% honesty on Monday, because why not?

So that’s Monday, let’s talk about today.

Today I rode my bike to work, but got a ride home, because after 11 hours, I was tired of being at work and didn’t want to bike home with Larry on my shoulders.

My mom and I had dinner tonight at Seven in the LP…it was REALLY good. I had some ribs. They were amazingly good. I’m a fan.

So when I got out of the shower tonight while waiting to go to dinner, I realized that my hair is getting really long. I thought it would be fun to show off some of the amazing hairstyles I could have if I wanted…here are some of my favorites:

Hipster.

Someone punch me in the f*cking face if I ever look like that un-ironically.

slick back hair

sick slick Rick?…yeah that’s disgusting

I think you can see a few lbs gone from my face in this picture…other than that…holy balls that shit is terrible and you should kill it with fire.

emo haircut

Emo Ben is Emo

hahaha that’s my favorite one.

More than likely I’ll just look like this for as long as possible:

I just found out that Bruce Wayne and Batman died on the same day…

Professionally, though, I’ll just do this:

indiana university ballcap hat

Hattapotomus?

Also, when my hair isn’t wet, it looks like I’m in 5th grade with a shitty bowl cut:

I will say that no 5th grader has that much chest hair just working it’s way up into frame. awwww yeah.

So one thing that I will say about this hair. Now that I’m technically the “face” of the company, I’ll have to shave and look presentable and whatnot, so I’m really not sure if I can keep the long hair. I read an article in Men’s Health a few months ago that showed a graphic of acceptable facial hair by profession. I just looked for it online and didn’t see it, so I’ll just let you know what it said. It said “Hey, if you are in construction, do whatever the f*ck you want”, you won’t be looked down upon.

I’m pretty sure they were talking about construction “worker”, not salesman.

Here’s a bunch of religious crap that I have rattling around in my brain. It isn’t fun for you to read. You should skip down to the pic of something about the 2012 Olympics….thanks! If you choose to read on and actually pay attention…I’m not going to apologize for any of this shit, it’s who I am. You should know that I respect your views regarding religiousness, and also, I DO realize this is part of the reason I don’t have a girlfriend. You hot girls love that Jesus guy. Don’t judge, just read.

I really think that I can wear the hat most times, and it won’t be a big issue. I committed to growing my hair out, and I still plan on doing it. It’s really annoying, and I don’t like it, and it sucks. Every time that I think those things, I then think about how much it must suck to have cancer as a 7 year old and not get to go outside and ride a god damn bike. Maybe, just maybe, the hair off of my head could be used to give a kid the confidence to try to have a little bit of a normal, fun life. That would be sweet!

Using that same example, I’m not a big fan of the man upstairs, if there is one…dude is a mean kid on an ant hill…

Without getting all jacked up about whatever, you tell me why a 7 year old should get cancer. Dear Mr. god, What exactly did little Jessica do wrong? Did she not pray hard enough? Was she Jewish? Her cancer is really bad and she coughs a lot…

I may be wrong. Maybe there is a god. That’s why I’m agnostic. I’m not dumb enough to say anything with 100% certainty. Maybe that’s why I get so confused. There are so many people out there that yell and scream and fight and claw and scratch so that they get heard regarding their position about their god. That’s why I really like what this State Street Church is all about. They seem to love everyone no matter what. They don’t give a shit. They’re like your mom, whatever you are/do/think…they love you all the same. Good for them. That’s a cool thing to be a part of. I’m proud to know many members of that church.

Also, you know what I wish? I wish bad things happened to bad people and good things happened to good people. You know what I don’t like? When people use perspective as a scapegoat for the terrible shit that happens. “Well little Jessica died a horrible death and at the end she was bleeding from her eyes…but at least you appreciate your life now, right?”

F*ck you. What about little Jessica?

anywhoozle

I have noticed that by going from working 8 hours a day with a 1 hour lunch break, to going 10-11 hours a day with no 1 hour break, I don’t have the time to do the things that I really want to do, when I want to do them.

That’s why my neighbors might be a little pissed I’m playing the trumpet at 11pm. I stopped caring about that like 43 years ago. You might be confused by that because technically I’m only 31 years old. I’ll be honest, I was never good at math. I will say that when I do some math, like adding totals for gutter and downspout, many times when I get it right the first time, I feel like this:

I realize that many of you that follow this bloggy blog love the Jesus, and not this guy:

That being said, I will repeat what I said earlier. I respect your views, and I absolutely welcome comments regarding my thoughts on the whole “why are we here” issue. Just frame it in a respectful way, no one likes a know it all…about anything…ever.

Goodnight lovers!

Comments
  1. Carrie says:

    I tried to “like” this post tonight (seriously started to look for that button), but it’s not Facebook, lol. Anyhow, I appreciate your perspective, a lot. 🙂

  2. rmpanos says:

    I can relate to your question. I find myself asking why dont bad things happen to bad people and vice versa. Thank you for sharing Ben!!!

  3. Mike says:

    Hey Ben as a Christian, we should accept life as it is and should accept people as they are. There are no good answers to why bad things happen to young people other than our rejection of God in the garden of Eden and believing the lies of Satan that we can be like God. I love life on earth but Jesus teaches us that we are not made for this earth….asked me about my mom sometime. You may find this hard to believe but you and have have the very same thoughts and I find you funny, honest, hard working, caring, respectful, and compassionate. You should come to State Street sometime, you won’t be judged. I find peace there and joy in trusting in things I don’t understand. I love your post

    • I appreciate that comment Mike! I know they are doing good work over there and I support it for sure…I don’t want to catch fire, so I won’t be stepping foot inside any church haha

  4. Robin says:

    One girl’s opinion. Bad things happen so that we have the opportunity to show our humanity. Saying that I do not believe the means justifies the action. I would love to live in a world where cancer doesn’t exist and bad things only happen to those who are deserving but that is not reality. When you see a child with cancer or another person in need, it is how we treat them that defines us as human beings. God gave us free will to do the right thing and it is up to us to make that choice. I think it is best summed up by Gandhi who said “Whatever you do will be insignificant, but it is very important that you do it.”

  5. mommyest09 says:

    So here is my perspective as a Christian (it may help, confuse, or anger you). I am a very logical person. I believe most everything science teaches us. I am also very liberal in my social views. Sometimes those traits don’t necessarily jive with religion, but again I believe in God. I see a ton of good in the world, I have 2 beautiful children and a wonderful life, and there are miracles all around us (yes, devastation too, but follow me here) and I cannot believe any of that exists by accident.

    The best way for my logical brain to wrap around why bad things happen is also how I can believe what science teaches and what the Bible says… God is all knowing, not me. I don’t need to know every detail. I probably couldn’t understand it any ways. Bad things happen. I’m not going to say it brings out our humanity (not that I don’t believe that, but I don’t think it will help you). God is all powerful and he could make it so those bad things not happen, but he doesn’t. He’s not punishing anyone that I know because He is also all good. But that ends what I know. He surely has reasons to let these things happen, but His reasons aren’t for me to know.

    I can imagine my explanation frustrates you because we want answers to everything, but that’s just not how it works.

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