Rant

You know what really sucks? Knowing that the company you work for is quickly going down the tubes, and you're going to be forced to start looking for another job much sooner than later. Such has been my work-life for the past couple of years. I work for the second biggest name in the book selling industry. A once thriving bookstore chain that is now scrambling to find any sort of money they can to pay back their immense amount of bills. That's not all, folks. Oh, no.

Just earlier today, the CEO of the company fled from his position. We're not talking "quitting with a hope for a better tomorrow," but actually fleeing from the company. Yes, the bold and italics make it seem more dramatic, but it's just in its style. The stock (which was already pretty pathetic) plummeted down to less than a dollar in just a couple of hours of the announcement. Oh, great. If you do even a tiny amount of research, you'd know what company I'm currently (but not much longer) working for.

Being the only book company that doesn't have their own brand of e-Reader, and the only one that owes billions upon billions of dollars to third-party companies just to repay debts from years before, this chain (which I'm not at liberty to say, by the way - company policy; yay for anonymity!) was looking doom in its face for years now, but just today it really started to sink in. This company is tanking, and very quickly for that matter.

I'm really only writing this as a blog so I can look back on it in the coming months, and see where (if anywhere) the company stands. I highly doubt the brand name will be here past April, since that is when the hideous amounts of debt that can't possibly be paid are due. So, with that, I am going job searching tomorrow morning. Perhaps across the street to the #1 name in the bookselling business. We'll see.

Also, how in the heck do you "subscribe" to other bloggers on this thing? I have half the class following my blog, and I want to be a nice guy and follow you all back, but I have no idea how!

To Dream Perchance To -- uhm -- Doppelganger?

So I had a dream the other night. And no, it wasn't any kind of dream like Martin Luther King Jr. had, unfortunately. However, that would be mighty fitting since that was just a day ago and I just so happened to also have had a dream that day. My dream wasn't earth-shattering like MLK Jr.'s was. Only brain-shattering and utterly weird. Ahem...

So my friends and I were hanging out in some dark, isolated room. I think we were playing some sort of board game. In fact, if I remember correctly, it was Candy Land. Please don't ask me why we would be playing Candy Land when we're all well into our 20's. Anyway, we were playing this awesome game, and I was pretty much sucking at it hardcore when we all heard a noise in the other room. Thinking back, I believe I was pretty happy to have everyone jump up and instantly forget the child's board game that I was losing so horribly at - however that's possible, I don't even know. I'm pretty sure that monster made out of sludgy chocolate junk kept screwing me over, but I digress.

They run out of the room and into an equally dark hallway that connected to the other side of the room. Everything fell black instantly around me, and I kind of quivered in fear knowing that I was suddenly all alone in the darkness in some room that I wasn't familiar with, and with a board game that I wasn't doing so hot with. I stumbled around the room and finally found the hallway and the group of friends. They were all standing, dumbfounded, in front of a tiny door. Very "Alice In Wonderland," eh? Yeah, that's what I thought, too. So somehow or another, we managed to open said miniature doorway and we crawled through. We emerged on the opposite side of the door and stood up. Everything appeared to be the exact same as it was before we got down on our hands and knees. Brushing ourselves off, we looked around at the surroundings. The hallway looked the exact same, and we could see a faint light in the distance leading into the room with the board game. Shrugging it all off, we ventured back into the room to pick back up on Candy Land. "Damn," I thought.

But when we got back into the room, things weren't nearly the same at all. The board game was still there (ugh), but what really freaked us all out were the people playing the game. They looked just like us! Anyway, to make a long story short, they were our doppelgangers and they were there to kill us all.

And to make a short story even shorter, they succeeded in doing so. Well, they didn't manage to kill me, but they killed everyone else. That part kind of sucked, but I was still alive. Is that true what they say? That if you die in your dream you die in real life? I don't really believe that. Especially if you were to be murdered by an exact replica of yourself. That just doesn't make sense.

I think I'd rather die while playing Candy Land. Oh wait, no, I wouldn't.

Well, howdy

Hello, fellow W433/C622 students. This is my blog for the class (insert ooh's and ahh's here), and for the first assignment, I'm not going to stray far from the assigned path. I'm just going to follow the trend and introduce myself to the class on here, just as the assignment sheet states.

Anyway, my name is Danny Mohr, but you can call me whatever you'd like. Daniel, Dan, Awesome Master Ruler, you know, whatever. Actually, on second thought, just stick with Danny. It'd make things a lot easier in the long run. Uhm, let's see... I'm currently a senior here at IPFW and I'm majoring in English writing with a core concentration in Journalism. Wait, backtrack a tad. Technically I'm a junior still, but I should be a senior by this point in my schooling. Let's just say I went a little crazy my freshman year. We all know what I'm referring to, right? Yeah, moving on. Let's just go with me being a senior, shall we? Alright. Anyway, after my college education is complete (if that ever happens - it seems to be a never ending story!), I hope to do something in the Journalism field. I'd really like to pursue a career in the television media outlet, and do something on t.v. like a news anchor or a reporter or something cheesy like that. I've always thought that would be kind of cool. You know how the news anchors on the local channels here in Fort Wayne are kind of like royalty? Like when you see one of them in a store doing some everyday shopping, you just want to run up to them and get their autograph? Almost as if you're witnessing Paris Hilton buy a bag of potatoes at the grocery store? Ahh, such fame, such wonder! Or perhaps I'm the only one who thinks like that - I don't really know.

But anyway, that's what I'd like to do. Oh yeah, and I like to write.... stuff. Creative writing kinds of things, I mean. I hate writing essays for classes and having to do research and all that lame stuff. It's fun to just sit back and write a story for yourself on your own terms, you know? Yeah, cool beans.

Alright, I'm giving up on this first entry. I like to ramble a tad, can you tell?