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I will preface this post with an apology. I am sorry for my lack of attention to this blog, as well as Green Chucks and Ham. I have been very busy for over a month, now. I started a new job on the 22nd, and have been miserable. 

Honestly, it isn't the job itself. What the misery comes from are the people I have to deal with. This is a call-center job. That being said, I am not irritated by the customers. I am still in their classroom, and have yet to speak to the customers. The people I have issue with are the schmucks that I share a classroom with. 

Some of my fellow students want to take aspects we are learning in class, and compare every-fucking-one of them to something they did in their previous vocations. 

The biggest irritation I have are the people who have a bit of tenure there. I have no issue with people who want to make this their livelihood. If you want to work in a call-center all of your life, cool shit. My issue stems from all of the people who live, breathe, sleep, and shit this place. The last thing I want to listen to when I'm enjoying my lunch (on MY time), is some grand thing that happened to these fucks on a call they had earlier. 

The best analogy I can use is the one from Ron White, with the bouncers and the movie "Roadhouse." It's like they fondle themselves while talking about credits, overages, and phone plans.

Sorry for the bitching, hopefully I'll post some content worth your time, soon.

Some people have ties with individuals that borderline on creepy. You may have a person who you went High School with and have ran into them at the grocery store twenty years later, completely out of the blue. Some might have a childhood friend that you have accidently bumped into on a cross-country flight. Nathan and I have had more strange intermingling, in our lives, than any other that I have ever heard of.

I was born in Woodland California (as I believe he was, as well). His wife and I both grew up in Knights Landing California (which at the time I believe that it had a population of 700 - 800 people). There was a few years of age difference that could excuse the fact we had never met each other. My family moved to Woodland when I was eight, and around that time, Nathan and my eldest cousin Ross were friends. It is also said that the Cordero and Medina families are close friends. 

Even with all of this connection between he and I, it wasn't until I had began a security job at the hospital in Woodland (in 2001) that Nathan and I began our friendship.

We both left the hospital in 2003 and kind of lost contact with each other until a couple of weeks ago, and this is where more spooky shit ensues.

Nathan basically stayed in the Sacramento area while I did my bouncing from Woodland to Phoenix, to Albuquerque, and back to Sacramento. He was also still in Sacramento while Tara and I were in Southeast Texas. But a week after Tara and I got to Upstate New York (March 10th), Nathan arrived in the same area.

Getting to the meat and potatoes of day with Nathan, we reminisced over things that we used to talk about, changes in our lives, things that have happened to each other in the past six years, and noticing that neither he nor I had changed much in the past six years.

Tara and I were shown some of his works that he had been doing, as of late, and some books his work had been published in. I also told Tara of when he had began, working in plywood, that I'd walk over to my station and there would be small shavings of white paint and plywood (on my bench and floor), and Nathan would be sitting and carving with a razor blade. It is great how some things do not change.

He gave me this piece during our visit. I was floored. Too awesome.

To find more of his work, just Google Nathan Cordero (I promise you that there are plenty of his works to view).