Friday, October 23, 2009

Bandit Beginnings According to C Bandit

Before it’s too late in the game and we get too far into blogging, we thought it would be a good idea to give a more in depth history about how the Bandits came to be.  

***June 2005***

After returning to school from an internship in Orlando, I have the option to return to the company, The G Development Company, for a second term but, in a different location on a separate project. Being naive and a little bit greedy with a splash of lazy, I agree. Maybe I’ll actually do something this time. Maybe I’ll learn something and love it.

***Flash forward to August 2005, 9:47 AM - me emailing E Bandit***
I have nothing to do….Dave isn’t here and I’ve been working on this drawing for about 2 weeks now…it should only take me about 2 days but I’m milking it for all it’s worth…I have been zooming in and out for the last 3 hrs I think. That’s a new record.  What should we do for lunch?
***Back to June 2005***

I’m on the road again but this time, to Bonita Springs, Florida just North of Naples. The land where old people go to retire, the only thing to do here is golf and the ENTIRE town is on one huge shutdown switch that is pulled at 8pm, promptly; not a minute later. I’ve been told that I’d be set up on company property. It's beachfront property, I’ll have it all to myself & my friend who I hooked up with a job, let’s call her Mary, and it’s free – SCORE! I won’t describe it because that’s for another post but E & I have nicknamed this place, the Beach Mansion.

So I get there, unpack and get settled. My first day is tomorrow and I want to get a good nights rest. I set out my pink polo and khakis and its lights out. The next day, I follow my printed out Google directions to the office. It says it will take me 8 minutes to get there – god am I lucky. I open the door and there’s no one there…
”hello?” This tall and skinny blonde twenty-something comes whipping around the corner in her high heels and peppy demeanor. Oh god, she’s too smiley for me.
“Hi, C Bandit? Nice to meet you, I'm E, right this way."
After about an hour of filling out paperwork, she tells me I’m supposed to go to another location. I’m working at the Clubhouse. Uh…come again?
“you’ll be working with Dave on site.”
Ok, so I don’t work 8 minutes away? Craaaap. Luckily the Club was another 5 minutes away, not too bad.

So I carried on working at the Club and occasionally going to the office to mail things and such but minimal interaction with E. My 21st birthday rolls around, I’m not going to get into that – only me and one follower, who will remain nameless, know the shenanigans we got into that night. How crazy can you get in Bonita Springs, Florida you ask? With the right combination of alcoholic beverages, or wrong, in my case, a lot. Moooving on. It’s the day after my birthday weekend. Painfully hungover, I am sent to the office and for some reason, I feel compelled to share my lack of memory about the weekend events to E. I think this is when we bonded or perhaps when E learned that I might actually be an entertaining and interesting creature & not just the whispering intern. After this, we emailed through company email like it was a messenger (rookie mistake but it was the G Company…what are they gonna do about it except for become mildly entertained by our somewhat-coded emails). Aside from E & I, the youngest person working there was Samantha [the character that hired me & will be mentioned in later posts] and we shared an aversion to him right away. This was the spark of what would, many years later, become our inspiration for this blog. We share the same humor and, quite frankly, we’re witty as hell. And the rest, as they say, is history.
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