Monthly Archives: November 2016

Pick Out Your Clothes For The Week

There’s very few things that truly stress me out in life.  I try to take each day as it comes, fight each battle as they come.  But there’s one overriding thing in my life that has always been a stressor:

What the hell should I wear today?

And it’s not like I don’t have clothes.  I have PLENTY of clothes.  It’s just sometimes so overwhelming.  And I have different costumes I have to wear throughout the day.  One for real estate.  One for bartending.  When I’m auditioning, acting, there’s another outfit.  So I’m constantly having to think about what the appropriate attire is to wear.  It can get maddening with auditioning.  I now even have a couple outfits that I just audition in that I know looks good on camera.  They’re not too this, and not too that.

I had an epiphany last week about my clothes, and I’m going to share it with you today.  It’s pretty simple, and it may help you, if you’re anything like me.  I talked to my mother recently about it, and she said, oh my God, Clint.  You’re just like me.

Last Sunday, I had an hour to kill, and felt some motivation.  I’m going to get all my laundry done, and actually do some ironing, get prepared for the week.  I keep all my clothes downstairs in my basement in my laundry room. The closets in our bedrooms are way too small, and I can never see anything when they’re all crammed in there.  I finish all my laundry, get my ironing done, then I have an idea.  What if I pick out some outfits for the week?  Just go down the line.  Monday, I’m going to wear this.  Tuesday, this.  So that’s what I did.  And you know what?  It was actually kind of fun picking out the clothes, if you can imagine!  I’m going to wear this shirt, with this sweater…hmm…these slacks would go good with this.  I’ve never tried that before.  It took me a good 15 minutes to get everything organized, but after I was done, I had a week’s worth of clothes/outfits picked out.  The trick is, to go to Target/Walmart, and buy one of those clothes racks on wheels.  They’re fairly inexpensive, under twenty bucks, and I put all my outfits for the week on this one rack.  It felt super-organized.  I even went so far as hanging my Monday outfit one way, then turning the hangers the other way for Tuesday, then back the other way for Wednesday, and so on.  When it was done, I got that feeling you get when you accomplish something, like looking out at a freshly mowed lawn, or a clean room that was a disaster before.  It was quite satisfying.

And you know what?  GAME CHANGER ALL WEEK.  Make fun of me, I don’t care.  Oh Clint you’re so weird!  But that stress that I’ve had every morning of my life has completely vanished.  I wake up, and think, hey!  You know what?  I don’t have to even THINK ABOUT what I’m going to wear today.  IT’S ALREADY TAKEN CARE OF!!!  I just jump in the shower, shave, then go down in the basement, and my outfit is waiting for me on its special rack.

So this Sunday, when you’re done with all your washing, do yourself A BIG FAVOR.  Pick out your clothes for the week!  I’m telling you, it’ll save you stress and worry every morning, help you get out of bed quicker, and help you have a more pleasant day.

One More Round

I’m behind the bar, long, busy night, sorority party, two wedding parties, lots of people drunk off their asses.  I look at my watch, it’s 1:57am.  Lord have Mercy, it’s almost over.

Mexican guy comes up to the bar, with his pals.  He was in earlier on.  Looks like he’s had a night of drinking since then.

He says, I’d like to order a round of drinks.

I look at my watch.  It’s 1:58am.

Thing is, in 2 minutes, it’s going to turn back to 1am.  I could stay open another hour, but I don’t have it in me.  And obviously to me, this guy and his pals don’t need another round.

I say, with as much energy and composure as I can muster,

I’m sorry, sir.  It’s 1:58.  I called last call 40 minutes ago.  We’re done serving for the night.

He takes a pause, says,

I’ll give you $100 tip if you get me another round of drinks.

I take a pause, look around the room.  There’s a few people milling about.

I look at my watch, take one more pause, then say,

What’ll it be?