‘The Sophomore’ Page 2
“Oh yes, paper applications, the bane of anyone’s existence but more so for me. As a project manger I had A LOT of paper work to do but I dodge it any way I can. I really made getting out of doing my paperwork an art form. One of the first lessons as a PM that I learn from my then mentor, Alex Trovello, was “a good PM does his own work well but a great PM gets someone else to do his work for him.” Sorry if I let you down here Alex but there wasn’t anyone to trick into filling out the yellow pagesesque application for New York University.
I decided to take my applications to my dorm room and to meet my room mate. I arrived to find a skinny “kid” with a big beard and friendly demeanor unpacking his CDs. I introduced myself and without going into too much detail about myself, said “yeah, you got stuck with an old guy for a roomie, sorry.” He cracked a smile.
He told his name was Steven Frank-a-something. To be honest, I am horrible with names and explained to him that I will come up with a nickname for him, since that was easier for me. He laughed and told me that his friends call him “Spanky.” As a little rascals fan I appreciated the name and I nodded approvingly. I didn’t bother to unpack anything yet, I sat down and got right to the apps. Eventually.
A little FYI about me, I am self-diagnosed with ADD. Before you go and get sad or feel all sorts of sorry for me or want to hold a telethon in my honor, thank you but it is not needed. I get bored pretty easy with the mundane tasks of every day life. Not because I think I am too good for it or anything but because it is mundane and no one should have to suffer. My procrastination is my form of protest for people everywhere. If you are doing something boring, take solace in the fact that I am out there somewhere not doing that same thing to support you.
Spanky invited me for “wing night” at a dive bar on Ave B called Croxley Ales. They had a special a few nights a week for ten-cent wings. Over the course of this story you will see Croxleys mentioned more than a few times as it becomes our “office”. Spanky and I spend some of our best and worst nights talking over cheap wings and cold beer.
“So dude I hope you don’t mind but I borrowed your cap.” Spanky stated and half asked. I look up from my plate of honey BBQ wings, I see that Spanky was wearing my news boy cap. It was big on him but it fit his look. I told him it was no problem. He went on to tell him that he only had one kidney. He even showed me the port on his arm. He went on about working at the campus radio station and how his show “The Den” would one day earn him a living. He also told me that he was still a virgin, not from any lack of trying or due to a commitment to God, and that at this point in his life, it had become a priority of sorts.
—The Sophomore (via thesavagetime)
