04-08-2002, 02:26 PM
Mine are the same way, the best times aren't anything special, just being with friends
I think one of the greatest times I ever had was during the fall of 1999. My two best friends and I had all gotten jobs doing tech support at this company on campus. No one ever called, I mean no one...we got 2 calls in like 6 months, so the job was incredibly boring. So what did we do at this job, we got stupid. The schedule worked out so that one of us was supposed to be there between 5 pm Friday and 8 am Sunday. When one of us had to go to work, the other two would join him later to hang out. Sometimes we'd watch movies, have races down the halls in the rolling chairs, take pictures of stupid things with the web cam the was on the company's website, talk to random people in Instant Messanger and act like we're all ghetto, then send a picture of "yourself" that's actually a 55 year old guy who works at the company. Like I said, we got stupid.
None of us had girlfriends, so we didn't have much in the way of responsibilities. We would drive to Atlanta on a whim so that we could eat a hot dog at a baseball game (the Mets were playing the Braves and one of the guys was a Mets fan). We drove to one guy's house that was being constructed and made plans for where the keg was going to go at the eventual pool party we would have there.
It was truely the best time of my life
We're still all friends, but we're all graduating this year, one is moving to Florida for his job, we all have jobs and girlfriends so we can't just leave for three days for no reason. That was just a time of total freedom from everything.
I just wish I would have known it then. I mean, I knew at the time that it was fun, but I don't think I quite understood that it would be one of the greatest times of my life. I guess it's just human nature that only in retrospect do we see our greatest joys and greatest sorrows.
I think one of the greatest times I ever had was during the fall of 1999. My two best friends and I had all gotten jobs doing tech support at this company on campus. No one ever called, I mean no one...we got 2 calls in like 6 months, so the job was incredibly boring. So what did we do at this job, we got stupid. The schedule worked out so that one of us was supposed to be there between 5 pm Friday and 8 am Sunday. When one of us had to go to work, the other two would join him later to hang out. Sometimes we'd watch movies, have races down the halls in the rolling chairs, take pictures of stupid things with the web cam the was on the company's website, talk to random people in Instant Messanger and act like we're all ghetto, then send a picture of "yourself" that's actually a 55 year old guy who works at the company. Like I said, we got stupid.
None of us had girlfriends, so we didn't have much in the way of responsibilities. We would drive to Atlanta on a whim so that we could eat a hot dog at a baseball game (the Mets were playing the Braves and one of the guys was a Mets fan). We drove to one guy's house that was being constructed and made plans for where the keg was going to go at the eventual pool party we would have there.
It was truely the best time of my life
We're still all friends, but we're all graduating this year, one is moving to Florida for his job, we all have jobs and girlfriends so we can't just leave for three days for no reason. That was just a time of total freedom from everything.
I just wish I would have known it then. I mean, I knew at the time that it was fun, but I don't think I quite understood that it would be one of the greatest times of my life. I guess it's just human nature that only in retrospect do we see our greatest joys and greatest sorrows.
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Your pocket Bible will stop an assailant's bullet, but not before it passes through four innocent bystanders, a school-bus gas tank, and your genitals.