The Trashman Chronicles: The Office Edition!

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I know this entry will present a bit of an interrupton with the sequence of TTMCs, but I just wanted to share with everyone pictures of my new office, and well, just a rundown with what’s been going on in my life! it has been hectic and full of changes in the past few months, so I’ll take a little bit of time to share with everyone the events of my life.

As everyone has known, the job market in general has been challenging. Add into the mix having an English degree, and you’ve got a nice little volatile concoction of unemployment followed by panic and grief. It has been a tough few months after graduation. It’s been bittersweet to see you all having the initial parts of your lives figured out. I can only feel happiness for everyone who is continuing studies, and for you all who have entered the workforce in your fields and are already successful at your jobs. Its wonderful to see people you’d do anything for get to this point. But of course, by the same token, it’s hard feeling that I have nothing to show for what work I did at ND. Add the sense of urgency felt as a result of sizeable loans closing in on me soon… well, you can just say I was feeling really down.

So at the beginning of October, being in need of a job, I was forced to take a labor position back at the truck shop, while also doing the trash. I certainly had to have been one of the most highly educated laborers/trash dudes in the country! Don’t get me wrong, it’s something I enjoy, and I loved the people I worked with. It was great becuase for many, I had become an adopted son, the one who went to college and came back to share stories of my youth… I lived their dreams. Also, I hoped I motivated some of the younger guys to go back and get that degree. One guy I worked with recently decided to stay in school instead of drop out because I talked to him. Affecting a decision like that is more touching than anything could ever be.

But, at the same time, it was really bothering me that having this degree I had to work so hard for a pittance. It became much more evident that it just wasn’t my place anymore. I needed to touch the world in a different place. And my opportunity came a few weeks ago. I received a call from the husband of one of my moms pharmacist friends. I had interviewed for this position way back in September. I went to the interview and pretty much walked out of there thinking there was no way I had gotten the job. I had no pharmacy experience whatsoever, and I had no idea what she was even talking about. So thinking this, I took the job at the truch shop without thinking about it.

So a month later, I get a call from my current boss offering me a job. I couldn’t say yes fast enough. So I happily finished out the week at the shop, took the next week off, and started last Monday!

I love my new job. It doesn’t pay that well, but really, it’s satisfying. Also, it’s really improving my phone and communication abilities, while increasing my knowledge and interest in public health. I love talking with clients on the phone and finding that common ground, which for many of my clients is the fact that we speak Spanish. It’s also nice to be on the receiving end of gratitude. Our company provides free brand name medicine for qualified individuals in Hillsborough County, so we are pretty much dealing with the lowest of the low. They have to be at or below the poverty line. Many of the cases are that of HIV or STDs, and these medicines are extremely expensive. Some meds for Hepititis C clients are around 20k. That’s some time doube their income for the year. Through our partnership with the county and our relatioship with the pharamceutical companies which make the medicines, our clients are able to get them for free.

So what I’ve been doing for the past week is calling clients, one by one, and informing them we are their new PAP provider and advocate. We’ve been scheduling appointments for this week, and I am booked all of Monday morning! So when they come in, we take copies of some info we need, get them to sign a waiver, and just talk about their meds and which of them are covered by the plan. The day goes by pretty quick!

And another perk was that I got my own office! And I have plenty of pics to share of it! First, yours truly in action!

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Just your typical day at “Pharmacy Administrative Solutions, This is Josh.”

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Nice little overview of everything, from my office door. Nice collection of sticky notes I have going on. LOTS of things to do!

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Middle of the desk. My phone that I am on non stop! and my cool desk calendar for 2009 from my Aunt! Notice the ND binder!

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My computer. Brand new… very fast. Nifty pharmacy program we use too. My M&M dispenser is now full of green and red M&M’s!

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The other side of my desk! Full of papers pens, World Series Tickets… and of course, a picture of Angel and me!

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And lastly, a picture of my files! I already have so many things going on in there!

So there you have it! I hope you enjoyed reading about what’s been going on. Hope all of you are doing well. I miss everyone dearly. I hope to see you all soon.

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Oh My GAD: It’s Gleason Appreciation Day!

Double check the dates on the back of your shirts so we avoid last year’s fiasco! If it’s November 16, then a select few domers know exactly what day is. It’s the heaven-sent day in which we honor the memorable and not so memorable traits of John Michael Gleason, our pugilist and defeater of video games in one sitting extraordinaire!

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We’ve had some memorable moments in GAD history. The 1st annual celebration is hard to top of course. A commemoration weeks in the making, it was like Christmas when I woke up that chilly morning sophomore year and I sneakily put on my shirt and exclaimed to a slumbering Gleason at his desk, “Happy Gleason Appreciation Day!” Other red-shirted Gleasonites were soon to follow suit. A special day for a special Irish Newyorican.

This highlight of this day is always the trip to the dining hall for our designated GAD banquet! This is where the magic happens. Everyone, glad in GAD garb, emulates the unique eating habits of Gleason. Bowls of white rice were had. The approximate US equivalent of what we call a gallon of milk is split among dining hall cups and is meant to be a serving for 1 person. For Gleason, it was a way of life.

Of course, a lot of the mystique takes place back in his dorm room. Barrels of cheeseballs must be consumed, complete with the licking of fingers. Practicing Chinese phonetics on a microphone is another necessary activity. And of course, we all can’t forget, the smearing of shaving cream in your sleep is another staple. For the last one, a diabolically sneaky and intuitive roommate with an affinity for “good, bad ideas” is needed!

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Most of us have had the honor of meeting Gleason in the flesh and being subject to his unique traits. And this holiday of holidays surely extols the Gleason we’ve come to know and love. But what of the earlier Gleason? Haven’t any of you wondered about the formation of the man? Maybe even his early childhood? Well, his story is eerily similar to that of Jesus. Much like him, we don’t have any historical information beyond his presentation at the Temple by Mary and Joseph, but we do know a little bit of information after his birth and up to a few years old. So it is with Gleason. We have some historical evidence of a few important events in young baby Gleason’s story of Appreciation. But aside from the infamous pizza parlor story, and his run ins with Duke Lacrosse players at his high school, not much is known about his adolescence.

So it is with much glee that I give you a brief, informative and entirely true rendering of how GAD came to be: The Gleasontivity Story.

It was 1985, and New York was, even then, your typical “Can’t you see I’m WOLKIN here” state. It was a sunny May day, with the days of summer lovin’ soon approaching. The atmosphere was ripe for appreciation. And low and behold, on that fateful May afternoon, it was fate that Mr. and Mrs. Gleason were “appreciating” themselves. There were no angels telling Mrs. Gleason about an immaculate conception. That was a given. This story isn’t of angel messengers, but of the birth of an angel, the angel of appreciation. Almost like it was written for a movie, our Gleason was born on Valentine’s Day in 1986.

From the get-go, the world knew Gleason was a special kid. His love for milk was expected, but his early desire for cheeseballs wasn’t. His cute baby fingertips were always coated in the neon orange of cheeseballs. His first steps were also memorable, as he simply got fed up of waiting around for his rice flavored baby food. So he simply got up and walked over to the panty and got what he wanted. On this almost supernatural walk across the floor, he picked a fight with one of his sister’s dolls. His parents saw this act of violence and young Gleason was heavily reprimanded for it. This explains why such feelings were repressed until Bengal Bouts.

But of course, the most notable event in young Gleason’s life is the Presentation Before the Mob. We know that Jesus was similarly presented before the priests at the Temple. Gleason was presented before the congregation at the Italian “printing” company his father worked at. He was supposed to be initiated, but after some testing, no useful skills for being the next Irish lackey could be found. Gleason was also nowhere to be found either! After an extensive search of the factory, Gleason was found, Atari control in hand, to have beaten Pac Man in one sitting. He was immediately exalted, and placed under the secretive protection of the Mob.

Then of course came the Notre Dame years, where many of his followers picked up and imitated his teachings, such as learning how to literally box someone out on the basketball court or getting drunk off of water. No one really knows of Gleason’s arrival onto the Notre Dame campus, but rumor has it that he was simply dropped off as his parents waved good bye and drove back to Long Island… all on the same day. Thanks to them, and God, we have been able to learn so much about Gleason, and even ourselves, such as the limitations of our bodies regarding milk consumption and the devouring of saltines crackers. Graduation day was a sad one, and the memory is fading fast, but I could have sworn he was whisked away in a black SUV as soon as the ceremony was over. Months later, some of us have not heard one peep from him. We can only hope he lives on. I know he lives on in my heart. Maybe there will be a second coming of Gleason. Until that day, I’ll continue to wear my shirt proudly on every November 16th.

So there you have it, what you may have wanted to know, and certainly what you needed to know about the early days of where our beloved holiday comes from. Hope you all have a wonderful GAD today!