When One Door Closes....

You should always turn the handle to make sure it's locked (or maybe it's another door opens). Regardless, the RTV6 chapter of my life has ended and I'm ready to flip the page. In my case, the book is actually a choose your own adventure, which I used to love reading during church (as well as basketball stats, tic tac toe, signing autographs, filling in fake names on the attendance registry, or anything else to make the hour fly by). I'm hoping the options this time are better than sitting by an overweight passenger with mustard stains on their shirt or standing the entire time on an 18-hour Greyhound ride.

I wrote my initial blog last week to inform you that the blog was back, but last week's entry wasn't actually informative at all. Since I had the most loyal blog readers on TheIndyChannel.com, I thought you should know why the new blog layout looks like a gifted and talented 4th grade class put it together. In fact, a lot of readers were so loyal that you probably didn't even realize that I had a real job at Channel 6. That's right...besides writing inside jokes that maybe 10-15 people would get a few times a week, my main duty was to sell advertising for the station.

When they decided to restructure the sales department, I was on the outside looking in. As was "The Bous Theory". As elementary as it sounds, I was probably most disappointed that I wouldn't have my blog to write anymore on one of the top websites in Indiana. I thought there would be the possibility of Channel 6 letting me continue to blog, but as I sat in HR's office, I turned into the lady on the commercial where she's sitting in the doctor's office and doesn't ask any questions (although she wasn't hesitant to ask any questions to the waiter at the restaurant).

In the working world, there can't be too many things worse than the call from your boss that says, "Let's go to HR" The HR director at Channel 6 is one of the best guys you'll ever meet, but you never want to go down there when accompanied by your boss. As bad as the 11-second walk was, I had a sense of clarity with the entire thing. It wasn't quite the level of clarity that Peter Gibbon's hypnotist visit in Office Space provided, but there was clarity nonetheless. To go the cliche route, a weight was lifted off my shoulders.

I try to look for the positives in things, and if it weren't for my blog, I wouldn't have been able to add a new nickname to my arsenal: Boooos (for those who thought my last name was pronounced Boose-Log). Just remember, it rhymes with Mouse.

Going forward, I'm not sure what the next adventure will entail, but I know that it will be positive.

I also know that I won't choose the option to sit next to an overweight person with mustard stains on an 18-hour Greyhound ride.



Editors Note: Please contact Chad at cbouslog@gmail.com if you need a volunteer coach, scout, writer, color commentator, or even play by play analyst. Also feel free to email if you want to talk sports, television, or Pike basketball. You can also email if you have advice on how to set-up a 10 year high school reunion, need my address for your wedding invitations or baby announcements, offer fantasy basketball trades, party E-vites, good forwards (I stress the good), a good song that you heard, or if you want to say "hey".

#30 in your program,



Bous