...well, we all know it's a bitch, but I say it's a great experience. You know why? I'm not quite sure, because to be perfectly frank, I tend to tell myself life is great when things get a bit stressful, but that doesn't mean it's true. I mean, just because someone tells you it's raining doesn't mean they're not pissing on your foot now does it?? Generally I believe that life IS good even when I'm standing in a figurative pile 'o crap (cheers to the Irish), but how life is is awfully relative isn't it? For instance, I may be walking down the street in a state of total enjoyment of the sunny day that the universe has created, while another person is walking down the same street, maybe even crossing my path, cursing God and the heavens because he's been living on the streets for years and his skin is burnt to a crisp. All he wants is some damn shade. "Will this god damn sun ever stop torturing me", is screaming from his very core as he searches for shelter. I smile, he burns. Who is "right" in the way they feel? Nobody and everyone, that's who. See? Feelings and experiences are completely relative by nature. As they say, one man's trash is another man's gold. Ain't nuffin but the troof, yo....idiots. Ain't nothing but the truth.
Life is one big mess of people, all looking for personal happiness. Unfortunately, we each go about our quest for happiness in different ways, and rarely care about others along the way as much as we should. "Screw him/her" is an all too commonly uttered phrase I hear these days. It's like we all think there is a limited amount of happiness and positive energy to go around and when someone else has too much of it we become bitter. And yes, I have felt that way myself, far too often, but that doesn't make it right. Dammit people, can't we all just get along (queue fake tears)? Where is the love? Hmm, any other motown phrases you can suggest are welcome. On a more serious note, I have nothing more serious to say. Peace out to all my brethren across the world. May I be lucky enough to see you soon. Vaya con dios mis amigos.
Ps. I almost forgot to post a laugh-inducing clip for y'all. Nothing like Jean Claude Van Dam (he's gay) getting a woody on national TV. Here you go:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M_0kKACp11Y&NR=1
Beun noche,
TWF
Monday, March 17, 2008
Monday, December 31, 2007
Sharpish
Hola,
What a lazy bastard I've been in terms of writing. I mean, what is this, my second post in December? Pathetic. Anyway, all is well in life and I'll be back with more energy in 2008. Hope you all have a great end to the holiday season and I'll see you in the new year.
Cheers,
TWF
What a lazy bastard I've been in terms of writing. I mean, what is this, my second post in December? Pathetic. Anyway, all is well in life and I'll be back with more energy in 2008. Hope you all have a great end to the holiday season and I'll see you in the new year.
Cheers,
TWF
Thursday, December 13, 2007
The City Boy
I went to sleep early last night because I haven't been feeling tip top lately and I wanted some extra rest. At 11:15 PM I awoke to what sounded like wind blowing open our doggy-door downstairs. Groggy and not entirely convinced of what the sound was, I laid in bed for a few minutes trying to figure it out. It's not uncommon for the doggy-door to blow open and shut when the wind blows, creating a sound similar to a shovel or a dust pan grazing concrete, so I didn't think much of it. But as I started to fall back to sleep and still heard the noise, I realized that the weather had been perfect all day and was supposed to be for the next few days. Immediately my heart started racing as I realized the sound couldn't be coming from wind, although it was certainly the doggy-door.
At this point I knew there could be a problem brewing. I sat up in bed and determined that the noise was one of two things: 1. A burglar trying to get through the small door. 2. An animal trying to get in and having some trouble doing so. Truthfully, I was almost hoping for the former because I figured I could handle anyone dumb enough to try and enter our house through the doggy-door made for a small to medium size dog, and I knew that any animal trying to come in was likely going to be ugly and scared, thus making it surly and less than enjoyable to deal with. Plus, outside of dogs, cats and other domesticated creatures I'm not exactly Crocodile Dundee when it comes to handling animals. The uglier and less cuddly the animal, the more scared I am of it. So when one of the animals I first assumed may be lurking downstairs was a Possum, I nearly shat myself.
Standing on the top of our staircase, in my underwear and still half asleep, I mentally ran through possible scenarios that could be causing the stir. "There could be a massive possum, ugly as all hell with it's ribbed tail whipping back and forth, stuck in the doggy-door and staring me in the eye as I walked down the stairs." Or "Maybe it's a group of them entering the house, thus causing the sound to persist." That led to "Shit! What in the hell will I do if there are wild animals in my kitchen when I get downstairs??" A question that may have obvious answers for many of you, but for me, a guy who grew up on the beach with almost no wild animals, at least on land, within 10 miles of me, this is not something I can figure out on the fly, and in my underwear, in the middle of the night.
I was so troubled and unable to think that I briefly considered going back into the bedroom, locking the door, and hoping it (whatever "it" was) would be gone in the morning. Thankfully for my male pride, the drop or two of manhood that I still had at that point forced me into action....sort of.
I grabbed a flashlight and headed down the stairs, one inch at a time. I moved with such trepidation you would have thought I was approaching a lion's den.
We have a landing that separates our two flights of stairs, the bottom half of which looks directly at the doggy-door in question. When I reached the last stair before the landing, I knelt down to see if I could make out what was there. Still nothing in sight, but the sound continued.
At this point, I made a loud noise. Most likely the squeal of a little girl, but thankfully nobody will ever know. When the door kept brushing back and forth and I couldn't see anything I knew it must be an animal. A human surely would have been visible and/or scared off by my fearful cry. So I took a deep breath, and made the life risking (at least in my mind) final step onto the landing where I would surely be face-to-face with the viscous beast. I aimed my weapon, er, flashlight, onto the doggy-door and didn't see anything. What the hell? Then I pointed the light a few feet to the right, down the sliding glass door that connects the doggy-door to the wall. What I saw was two yellow eyes, a girthy body, grey fir and a tail with black stripes. A freakin' raccoon! Next to it, trying to push its way through the doggy door, was his equally wide companion. Thankfully, the varmint was too plump to force his way through, so the door just kept opening and shutting as he repeatedly tried to shimmy through the threshold.
After all that fear, all the "what ifs" that raced through my brain, my viscous intruder turned out to be a pair of raccoons looking for some grub. All I had to do was shake the flashlight a bit and they took off. But before they did, the one I initially locked eyes with stopped, sat down to itch his neck, much like a dog would, gave me a "I can't be bothered to deal with you" look, and casually walked away. I swear he was trying to show me up. Little bastard.
In hindsight, we practically set the table for those furry little creatures. Not only are our trash bins right outside that side door, but our dog's bowls, typically filled with food and water, sit right inside the doggy-door. The scent must have been too much to resist. I'm surprised I haven't heard/seen this happen before.
So there's that. I'm officially, and publicly, a candy-ass city boy. I haven't got the slightest clue how to deal with a wild animal, and I probably never will. In fact, I still don't know what I would have done had one of those critters gotten inside. I might re-consider the "go back in the bedroom and hope it isn't there in the morning" route, or maybe I'll "shoe 'em off with a broom" as Forrest Gump said his momma used to do. Either way, you can be certain that I will be scared stiff.
Cheers,
TWF
a.k.a The City Boy
At this point I knew there could be a problem brewing. I sat up in bed and determined that the noise was one of two things: 1. A burglar trying to get through the small door. 2. An animal trying to get in and having some trouble doing so. Truthfully, I was almost hoping for the former because I figured I could handle anyone dumb enough to try and enter our house through the doggy-door made for a small to medium size dog, and I knew that any animal trying to come in was likely going to be ugly and scared, thus making it surly and less than enjoyable to deal with. Plus, outside of dogs, cats and other domesticated creatures I'm not exactly Crocodile Dundee when it comes to handling animals. The uglier and less cuddly the animal, the more scared I am of it. So when one of the animals I first assumed may be lurking downstairs was a Possum, I nearly shat myself.
Standing on the top of our staircase, in my underwear and still half asleep, I mentally ran through possible scenarios that could be causing the stir. "There could be a massive possum, ugly as all hell with it's ribbed tail whipping back and forth, stuck in the doggy-door and staring me in the eye as I walked down the stairs." Or "Maybe it's a group of them entering the house, thus causing the sound to persist." That led to "Shit! What in the hell will I do if there are wild animals in my kitchen when I get downstairs??" A question that may have obvious answers for many of you, but for me, a guy who grew up on the beach with almost no wild animals, at least on land, within 10 miles of me, this is not something I can figure out on the fly, and in my underwear, in the middle of the night.
I was so troubled and unable to think that I briefly considered going back into the bedroom, locking the door, and hoping it (whatever "it" was) would be gone in the morning. Thankfully for my male pride, the drop or two of manhood that I still had at that point forced me into action....sort of.
I grabbed a flashlight and headed down the stairs, one inch at a time. I moved with such trepidation you would have thought I was approaching a lion's den.
We have a landing that separates our two flights of stairs, the bottom half of which looks directly at the doggy-door in question. When I reached the last stair before the landing, I knelt down to see if I could make out what was there. Still nothing in sight, but the sound continued.
At this point, I made a loud noise. Most likely the squeal of a little girl, but thankfully nobody will ever know. When the door kept brushing back and forth and I couldn't see anything I knew it must be an animal. A human surely would have been visible and/or scared off by my fearful cry. So I took a deep breath, and made the life risking (at least in my mind) final step onto the landing where I would surely be face-to-face with the viscous beast. I aimed my weapon, er, flashlight, onto the doggy-door and didn't see anything. What the hell? Then I pointed the light a few feet to the right, down the sliding glass door that connects the doggy-door to the wall. What I saw was two yellow eyes, a girthy body, grey fir and a tail with black stripes. A freakin' raccoon! Next to it, trying to push its way through the doggy door, was his equally wide companion. Thankfully, the varmint was too plump to force his way through, so the door just kept opening and shutting as he repeatedly tried to shimmy through the threshold.
After all that fear, all the "what ifs" that raced through my brain, my viscous intruder turned out to be a pair of raccoons looking for some grub. All I had to do was shake the flashlight a bit and they took off. But before they did, the one I initially locked eyes with stopped, sat down to itch his neck, much like a dog would, gave me a "I can't be bothered to deal with you" look, and casually walked away. I swear he was trying to show me up. Little bastard.
In hindsight, we practically set the table for those furry little creatures. Not only are our trash bins right outside that side door, but our dog's bowls, typically filled with food and water, sit right inside the doggy-door. The scent must have been too much to resist. I'm surprised I haven't heard/seen this happen before.
So there's that. I'm officially, and publicly, a candy-ass city boy. I haven't got the slightest clue how to deal with a wild animal, and I probably never will. In fact, I still don't know what I would have done had one of those critters gotten inside. I might re-consider the "go back in the bedroom and hope it isn't there in the morning" route, or maybe I'll "shoe 'em off with a broom" as Forrest Gump said his momma used to do. Either way, you can be certain that I will be scared stiff.
Cheers,
TWF
a.k.a The City Boy
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Keep on Keepin' on
Hola folks. Como estan? It's absolutely gorgeous here in Southern California today. Not a cloud in the sky, the weather is warm, but still has a briskness to it, and the ocean is reflecting the sun as though it's covered in diamonds. Yep, this is why I live in Southern California.
It's days like today when it becomes crystal clear why I don't enjoy working in an office 5 days a week. Toss out all the politics and management issues and I'm still left with the reality that I'm living in a paradise that I'm mostly limited to seeing through an office window. Even worse, due to the energy that I expend while in the office, I'm not exactly feeling like going out and enjoying the landscape when I get off work. Quite the opposite actually. Not for long, though. My focus is entirely on what's next; where my path will lead me. Until then I'll just have to make due with the periodic breaks in my schedule that I get. It could be worse. Indeed, it could be much, much worse.
Here's a poem I found. Not sure who the author is, but it works for me right now.
The Search
The search for perfection
A roller coaster of life
More than a mere collection
Of happiness and strife
Memories fade, dreams shine bright
Things fall into place
When one learns not to fight
The path to the dream space
It's days like today when it becomes crystal clear why I don't enjoy working in an office 5 days a week. Toss out all the politics and management issues and I'm still left with the reality that I'm living in a paradise that I'm mostly limited to seeing through an office window. Even worse, due to the energy that I expend while in the office, I'm not exactly feeling like going out and enjoying the landscape when I get off work. Quite the opposite actually. Not for long, though. My focus is entirely on what's next; where my path will lead me. Until then I'll just have to make due with the periodic breaks in my schedule that I get. It could be worse. Indeed, it could be much, much worse.
Here's a poem I found. Not sure who the author is, but it works for me right now.
The Search
The search for perfection
A roller coaster of life
More than a mere collection
Of happiness and strife
Memories fade, dreams shine bright
Things fall into place
When one learns not to fight
The path to the dream space
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Where is My Mind?
There's no getting around it: I'm in a bit of a slump right now. I haven't quite hit my stride in my new position, my body is far from the form I'd like it to be in, and I've been feeling a little under the weather in the past few days to top it off. Seems like light years ago that I was feeling like the hand of God itself was guiding me through each day. Luckily, I've got enough faith to know that I have no less contact with Spirit right now than I do when I'm feeling on top of the world. Still, though, I have to get back to basics, and sharpish. It's no coincidence that when things don't feel right I'm not doing enough of what I enjoy. A number of posts back I wrote about how just spending a few minutes of quiet time each day can make a huge difference in how I feel. One would think that post meant that I was finally getting the point and wouldn't do myself the injustice of getting too caught up in the physical world, but no sir, I still go days without taking the proper time to center myself and focus on aligning my energy with the life I want to manifest. Frustrating as all hell that type of idiocy is, but my physical body has one hell of a gravitational pull towards all things not Spirit.
I have a tattoo of an Aztec Ourobourous, which in really simple terms is a symbol of the duality of nature (i.e., all things can be good and bad). It's not unlike the Yin and the Yang. This tattoo is very significant for me because no matter how close to Spirit I get, I'm never more than a few steps away from completely losing myself in the physical world and having to start over again spiritually. Suffice to say I'm painfully aware that if I don't stay centered, there will be enough ups and downs in my life to provide a course for the mother of all roller coasters.
So anyway, I'm far from being beset with negative energy, but I'm also very conscious that it's time to get back to the basics or I could end up running on empty. Reading, writing, playing guitar, focusing on health. All these things needs to become priorities again. Once they do, I'll be back to my old self and on track to manifest my dreams.
Cheers,
TWF
I have a tattoo of an Aztec Ourobourous, which in really simple terms is a symbol of the duality of nature (i.e., all things can be good and bad). It's not unlike the Yin and the Yang. This tattoo is very significant for me because no matter how close to Spirit I get, I'm never more than a few steps away from completely losing myself in the physical world and having to start over again spiritually. Suffice to say I'm painfully aware that if I don't stay centered, there will be enough ups and downs in my life to provide a course for the mother of all roller coasters.
So anyway, I'm far from being beset with negative energy, but I'm also very conscious that it's time to get back to the basics or I could end up running on empty. Reading, writing, playing guitar, focusing on health. All these things needs to become priorities again. Once they do, I'll be back to my old self and on track to manifest my dreams.
Cheers,
TWF
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Against Me! Music Review
Been listening to the new Against Me! album, New Wave, recently. Well, I shouldn't make it sound like I've been listening to it everyday and giving it the attention necessary to write a proper review, but what the hell, this is my blog and I'll write half-educated music reviews if I damn well please. This is a freaking great album. The whole collection just has something different about its sound, and I haven't really been able to put a finger on what it is because it's more of a collection of uniqueness than one standout quality. Lead singer, Tom Gabel's voice has a bit of a scratchy, "I can only sing when I scream" quality to it, but I dig it and it seems to work for their music. Sort of makes you want to scream along with him, which makes for a great tension release and a few embarrassing moments when another driver laughs at your singing on the freeway. The drums are another strong point for these up and comers. Warren Oakes pounds his set like he has a score to settle, which makes for a very aggressive, yet catchy sound. Lead guitar, played by James Bowman, isn't exactly going to inspire memories of Kirk Hammett or Jimmy Page, but it's more than adequate and his ability to hit the high notes on back up vocals provides a nice contrast to Gabel's screeching rants.
As much as it pains me to say it, the jewel of the album is "Thrash Unreal." I say it that way because the song has been played to death on my local radio station (FM 94.9 for those interested in listening online....great alternative station), and that usually means a song is candy-ass enough to appeal to the masses. In this case, though, I think the radio has got it right. They chose the song that most appeals to the masses, but also happens to be the best song on the album. It starts with a simple riff that warns of much heaviness to come. Gabel's vocals and Oakes' drums quickly take over and it's a musical assault from there. One could easily mistakenly brand the song "mainstream" after hearing the group sing "ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-bada" during the chorus, but a quick listen to the lyrics of the song would expose that take as far from the truth. The song is in fact about a heroine-destroyed girl and overextended youthful partying.
Most of today's music is pretty run-of-the-mill crap, with super clean drums, way-too -predictable guitar and vocals that say "I need to feel important", but fall well short of their mark. New Wave presents something much more satisfying and original. Listening to it gives me the feeling that Against Me! really doesn't give a shit what I think about their music, but if after a listen or two I do like the album, then hey, they're happy that I do. I give this album solid 4 stars out of 5. So go an buy it, or download it if you're the digital type. Just make sure you write the band and tell them there's an obscure blogger out there who is promoting their music.
Cheers,
TWF
As much as it pains me to say it, the jewel of the album is "Thrash Unreal." I say it that way because the song has been played to death on my local radio station (FM 94.9 for those interested in listening online....great alternative station), and that usually means a song is candy-ass enough to appeal to the masses. In this case, though, I think the radio has got it right. They chose the song that most appeals to the masses, but also happens to be the best song on the album. It starts with a simple riff that warns of much heaviness to come. Gabel's vocals and Oakes' drums quickly take over and it's a musical assault from there. One could easily mistakenly brand the song "mainstream" after hearing the group sing "ba-ba-ba ba-ba-ba-bada" during the chorus, but a quick listen to the lyrics of the song would expose that take as far from the truth. The song is in fact about a heroine-destroyed girl and overextended youthful partying.
Most of today's music is pretty run-of-the-mill crap, with super clean drums, way-too -predictable guitar and vocals that say "I need to feel important", but fall well short of their mark. New Wave presents something much more satisfying and original. Listening to it gives me the feeling that Against Me! really doesn't give a shit what I think about their music, but if after a listen or two I do like the album, then hey, they're happy that I do. I give this album solid 4 stars out of 5. So go an buy it, or download it if you're the digital type. Just make sure you write the band and tell them there's an obscure blogger out there who is promoting their music.
Cheers,
TWF
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Thanks for the Lesson, Sean
Really not feeling the writing vibe tonight, but I do want to make a quick comment regarding the tragic passing of Washington Redskin Sean Taylor this morning. When is the NFL going to really step up and be responsible for putting a serious guidance/mentoring plan in place for the young men that join the league and become instant millionaires each year? Sean's passing from a gun shot wound to the groin and subsequent "massive blood loss" due to a severed artery makes two NFL players in the span of 11 months that have been murdered. Look, I understand that every human being is largely responsible for their own well being, but in the case of young professional athletes, I think the league they play for needs to provide a lot more guidance than the standard 1-2 day Rookie Symposium that the NFL and other leagues have.
More than 25% of rookie NFL players come from lower class backgrounds, and when they sign their rookie contracts they either become millionaires overnight, or at the very least are made vastly wealthier than anyone they've ever been around in their life. How are they supposed to deal with the issues that come with that money (old "friends" looking for free money, shady agents, drugs, etc.) without some serious guidance, and who better to provide that guidance than the people that are signing the checks? I liken this situation to credit card companies or mortgage companies that enable naive people to get into financial trouble. Is it really that worth the money to destroy a life? As humans, don't we owe it to society to try and help each other out? It is possible to look out for number one while also not dropping a number two on someone else.
That's all for today.
Cheers,
TWF
More than 25% of rookie NFL players come from lower class backgrounds, and when they sign their rookie contracts they either become millionaires overnight, or at the very least are made vastly wealthier than anyone they've ever been around in their life. How are they supposed to deal with the issues that come with that money (old "friends" looking for free money, shady agents, drugs, etc.) without some serious guidance, and who better to provide that guidance than the people that are signing the checks? I liken this situation to credit card companies or mortgage companies that enable naive people to get into financial trouble. Is it really that worth the money to destroy a life? As humans, don't we owe it to society to try and help each other out? It is possible to look out for number one while also not dropping a number two on someone else.
That's all for today.
Cheers,
TWF
Monday, November 26, 2007
As the World Turns
Damn, it's almost been a full week since I've logged a post in bloggerville. Luckily for my sanity, I've written a bit elsewhere, but this is the longest I've gone without a virtual post since the inception of The Office Diaries in early October. I feel like I have to reacquaint myself with an old friend. I'd ask how you are all doing, but I'm pretty sure I only get a visitor once or twice a week. If I'm missing any regular readers, I apologize.
Today was my last official day as sales manager for my wonderful company (no sarcasm in that comment...). We finally found someone to backfill for me and to get paid too little for doing too much. Actually, to use the term "we found someone" wouldn't be entirely accurate. You see, despite looks in the eye and promises from my integrity-lacking boss, I was not involved in the hiring of this person. Not even a quick phone screen.
The company I work for used to be a very special place. Not only is the business side of it interesting, but the people that worked here were great. Everyone was a former athlete, had relatively similar interests outside work, and enjoyed being in the office. Now, nobody really cares. We still have former athletes everywhere, but the "love" is gone. People don't smile as much, interact with each other, or exude any sort of positive energy. You may be thinking, "Hey pal, most companies are like that. You should be thankful you had it good for so long.", and you're right, to a certain extent. I was really lucky for a long time, but that doesn't matter to me now, nor should it. As I've said before, it's all relative. Just because most places of work aren't enjoyable places to be, doesn't mean I should be ok with the fact that my company has gone from good to bad. Anyway, to make a long story short, this is exactly the type of behavior from management that is sinking this ship like Titanic. Managers that don't know a thing about what once made the company special, and don't care about people other than themselves, are hiring more people that don't know anything about what made the company special and don't care about people other than themselves. Ignorance begets ignorance. Selfishness begets selfishness. Thuper! What's even worse about this situation is that I was promised a prominent role in picking my successor. Did that happen? Did anything remotely close to that happen? Hell no. I was lied to, pushed aside like yesterday's news, and notified of the new hire via a cheap, classless email that someone had been hired to take my place. Yep, that's corporate America. Any takers?
But wait. There is a silver lining here. The timing of this hire couldn't have been better, because the person that I am now taking over for left last Wednesday for a new job, which meant that I would have been handling all of his business and and managing 11 people until a new sales manager came in for me. Now I don't have to worry about that and I can get busy gettin' busy with my new job. Yee ha! Mr. Me is a happy man. Part of this transition means that I was able to clear my calendar of all recurring meetings today. That's approximately 20 hours per week of meetings that no longer exist on my calendar......saaaweeeet! This new found freedom allows me a heck of a lot of flexibility in my workdays, which in turn gives me the chance to go to the gym during lunch every day like I used to do before I joined the ranks of management/slavery. And trust me, I need exercise right now like I need air. To say I've put on a few pounds in the last year is like saying Chris Farley needed to lose a few pounds. I look like the Pillsbury Dough Boy, and it's a new sensation that I'd like never to feel again.
So there's that. I suppose you could say I've mentally turned lemons into lemonade at work. I went through a bit of a rough patch, finished off by a less than professional situation, but now things are looking up. I'm a much better person because of my experience and I see great things in my future, regardless of whether or not I stay at this company. I can't wait to see what's around the corner and you can look forward to hearing all about it. And I do apologize in advance for that.
Cheers,
TWF
Today was my last official day as sales manager for my wonderful company (no sarcasm in that comment...). We finally found someone to backfill for me and to get paid too little for doing too much. Actually, to use the term "we found someone" wouldn't be entirely accurate. You see, despite looks in the eye and promises from my integrity-lacking boss, I was not involved in the hiring of this person. Not even a quick phone screen.
The company I work for used to be a very special place. Not only is the business side of it interesting, but the people that worked here were great. Everyone was a former athlete, had relatively similar interests outside work, and enjoyed being in the office. Now, nobody really cares. We still have former athletes everywhere, but the "love" is gone. People don't smile as much, interact with each other, or exude any sort of positive energy. You may be thinking, "Hey pal, most companies are like that. You should be thankful you had it good for so long.", and you're right, to a certain extent. I was really lucky for a long time, but that doesn't matter to me now, nor should it. As I've said before, it's all relative. Just because most places of work aren't enjoyable places to be, doesn't mean I should be ok with the fact that my company has gone from good to bad. Anyway, to make a long story short, this is exactly the type of behavior from management that is sinking this ship like Titanic. Managers that don't know a thing about what once made the company special, and don't care about people other than themselves, are hiring more people that don't know anything about what made the company special and don't care about people other than themselves. Ignorance begets ignorance. Selfishness begets selfishness. Thuper! What's even worse about this situation is that I was promised a prominent role in picking my successor. Did that happen? Did anything remotely close to that happen? Hell no. I was lied to, pushed aside like yesterday's news, and notified of the new hire via a cheap, classless email that someone had been hired to take my place. Yep, that's corporate America. Any takers?
But wait. There is a silver lining here. The timing of this hire couldn't have been better, because the person that I am now taking over for left last Wednesday for a new job, which meant that I would have been handling all of his business and and managing 11 people until a new sales manager came in for me. Now I don't have to worry about that and I can get busy gettin' busy with my new job. Yee ha! Mr. Me is a happy man. Part of this transition means that I was able to clear my calendar of all recurring meetings today. That's approximately 20 hours per week of meetings that no longer exist on my calendar......saaaweeeet! This new found freedom allows me a heck of a lot of flexibility in my workdays, which in turn gives me the chance to go to the gym during lunch every day like I used to do before I joined the ranks of management/slavery. And trust me, I need exercise right now like I need air. To say I've put on a few pounds in the last year is like saying Chris Farley needed to lose a few pounds. I look like the Pillsbury Dough Boy, and it's a new sensation that I'd like never to feel again.
So there's that. I suppose you could say I've mentally turned lemons into lemonade at work. I went through a bit of a rough patch, finished off by a less than professional situation, but now things are looking up. I'm a much better person because of my experience and I see great things in my future, regardless of whether or not I stay at this company. I can't wait to see what's around the corner and you can look forward to hearing all about it. And I do apologize in advance for that.
Cheers,
TWF
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Excess...
...Is the word of the day for tomorrow. Excessive eating. Excessive love. Excessive football. Excessive drink. Excessive laziness. Excessive excess. Get the point? Thanksgiving is the only day of the year that I am able to completely throw guilt out the proverbial window, and essentially justify being a sloth.
This year, though, I have finally come to realize that Thanksgiving, and the entire holiday season, are simply wonderful times to take stock of everything that is good in life, which thankfully for me, is just about everything. I know, you're probably thinking that last statement about everything being good belies the tone of most of my posts, but as I've mentioned before, much of what I write is sarcastic, and I should make it clear that I am a very happy person. I simply use this blog as a forum to vent my frustrations in a way that doesn't generate much negative energy. Still, to change the tune for a day and write nothing by clearly positive prose, I will lay out an honest to goodness list of the things I'm thankful for. Because like I said, my life is pretty damn good and I feel like I need to put in written words what I'm grateful for. The least I can do for a universe that has given me everything is to give back a little positive energy via my blog. Enjoy your Thanksgiving peeps.
I'm thankful for:
-My wife
-My dog
-My parents
-My in-laws (not kidding)
-ALL of my family
-My health
-My job (again, not kidding)
-My car
-My clothes
-My education
-The teachers I've had in life (not just formal education teachers)
-The lessons I've learned
-My ability to walk and talk
-My ability to smile.....every day
-Sports
-Comedy
-Music
-This blog
-My spirituality
-My entire life. If there's one thing I've learned recently, I have a wonderful life and what I experience is ENTIRELY up to me. I look forward to experiencing the dream space I've known would be part of my life since birth.
Enjoy your holiday weekend everyone. I wish you nothing but the best.
Cheers,
TWF
This year, though, I have finally come to realize that Thanksgiving, and the entire holiday season, are simply wonderful times to take stock of everything that is good in life, which thankfully for me, is just about everything. I know, you're probably thinking that last statement about everything being good belies the tone of most of my posts, but as I've mentioned before, much of what I write is sarcastic, and I should make it clear that I am a very happy person. I simply use this blog as a forum to vent my frustrations in a way that doesn't generate much negative energy. Still, to change the tune for a day and write nothing by clearly positive prose, I will lay out an honest to goodness list of the things I'm thankful for. Because like I said, my life is pretty damn good and I feel like I need to put in written words what I'm grateful for. The least I can do for a universe that has given me everything is to give back a little positive energy via my blog. Enjoy your Thanksgiving peeps.
I'm thankful for:
-My wife
-My dog
-My parents
-My in-laws (not kidding)
-ALL of my family
-My health
-My job (again, not kidding)
-My car
-My clothes
-My education
-The teachers I've had in life (not just formal education teachers)
-The lessons I've learned
-My ability to walk and talk
-My ability to smile.....every day
-Sports
-Comedy
-Music
-This blog
-My spirituality
-My entire life. If there's one thing I've learned recently, I have a wonderful life and what I experience is ENTIRELY up to me. I look forward to experiencing the dream space I've known would be part of my life since birth.
Enjoy your holiday weekend everyone. I wish you nothing but the best.
Cheers,
TWF
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Human Ineraction
I interviewed someone today for an open sales position I have. Over the past few years I've interviewed quite a few people, and although I'm far from a seasoned interview vet, I do feel like I can get a pretty good read on someone within the first few minutes of meeting them. For instance, when I interview someone for a sales position I need to see that they're comfortable interacting with someone they don't know. Simple, I know, but you'd be surprised how many people try to get sales jobs when they can barely hold a conversation. If I'm interviewing for an account management position that requires strong problem solving skills, I need someone that can show me persistence, perserverance, and patience, among other things. Again, qualities that not as many candidates have as you might expect. Anyway, after having a solid amount of interviews under my belt and having quite a few other things to do throughout my day besides conduct an interview, I can sometimes become quickly uninterested when someone doesn't "wow" me in the first few minutes. I honestly don't want to sound arrogant, because that's not the feeling I'm conveying, but it's just a fact that sales candidates need to do something to stand out. When someone comes in to try and sell themself to me, I expect to be drawn in fairly quickly. If they can't convince someone like me who is trying to give them a chance, they likely won't convince someone that doesn't trust them or want to talk to them in the first place. Every once in a while, though, I'm reminded that just because someone doesn't scream "Hire me!" (figuratively, of course) in the first few minutes of an interview, doesn't mean that they don't have a wonderful personality that is very well suited for sales. Today was one of those days.
When I shook John's (not his real name) hand, I saw someone that was a little overwhelmed by the moment. We're not a huge company, but we've got between 300-400 people in our San Diego headquarters, and a fairly large office covering 3 full floors, so I could see how it would be a tad bit intimidating for an outsider. Still, I expect a certain amount of confidence from an interviewee, or at least a facade of confidence. And when John didn't show that, my mind immediately went into "what's my next appointment" mode, which, I admit, is terrible. I walked him upstairs to one of our conference rooms, exchanging small talk along the way to try and make him feel comfortable, and we proceeded to sit down and begin our talk. For the first few minutes we talked about sports and he was still a little, how should I say, stiff. I was clearly carrying the conversation and it was zero fun for either of us. But about 10 minutes into the interview, mostly sports talk to that point, an interesting thing happened: John began to open up. All of a sudden his hands were moving, he was smiling, and I sensed that he was really settling in. What started out as an awkward interpersonal communication had turned into a comfortable, free flowing conversation. We talked about his past experience, what our company is about, and most importantly, at least in terms of him showing genuine interest and intelligence, he asked a lot of questions about what the job would entail. It was truly and enjoyable experience and it wouldn't have happened had I let my mind "check out" of the conversation.
Short story, I know, but I was reminded today of a simple, yet time tested lesson of human interaction: Don't judge a book by its cover. In this situation, the "cover" wasn't what John looked like; rather, the cover was the initial energy that he put out. I'm finding that it's important to give people a little time to express themselves, in or out of the office. Some are outgoing and some are more reserved. Some are colorful and some are drab. Everyone is unique. Whether or not I get a chance to see what is special about someone depends on my willingness to learn and be patient. The more I expect positive encounters, the more I'll have them.
Cheers,
TWF
When I shook John's (not his real name) hand, I saw someone that was a little overwhelmed by the moment. We're not a huge company, but we've got between 300-400 people in our San Diego headquarters, and a fairly large office covering 3 full floors, so I could see how it would be a tad bit intimidating for an outsider. Still, I expect a certain amount of confidence from an interviewee, or at least a facade of confidence. And when John didn't show that, my mind immediately went into "what's my next appointment" mode, which, I admit, is terrible. I walked him upstairs to one of our conference rooms, exchanging small talk along the way to try and make him feel comfortable, and we proceeded to sit down and begin our talk. For the first few minutes we talked about sports and he was still a little, how should I say, stiff. I was clearly carrying the conversation and it was zero fun for either of us. But about 10 minutes into the interview, mostly sports talk to that point, an interesting thing happened: John began to open up. All of a sudden his hands were moving, he was smiling, and I sensed that he was really settling in. What started out as an awkward interpersonal communication had turned into a comfortable, free flowing conversation. We talked about his past experience, what our company is about, and most importantly, at least in terms of him showing genuine interest and intelligence, he asked a lot of questions about what the job would entail. It was truly and enjoyable experience and it wouldn't have happened had I let my mind "check out" of the conversation.
Short story, I know, but I was reminded today of a simple, yet time tested lesson of human interaction: Don't judge a book by its cover. In this situation, the "cover" wasn't what John looked like; rather, the cover was the initial energy that he put out. I'm finding that it's important to give people a little time to express themselves, in or out of the office. Some are outgoing and some are more reserved. Some are colorful and some are drab. Everyone is unique. Whether or not I get a chance to see what is special about someone depends on my willingness to learn and be patient. The more I expect positive encounters, the more I'll have them.
Cheers,
TWF
Monday, November 19, 2007
Fear and Glaciers in Tahiti and Alaska
I find myself to be a pretty safe person. And by safe I mean not very daring. Alright, to be perfectly honest, I am downright afraid of just about any activity that has obvious physical risk to it. Call me crazy, but the idea of breaking a bone or otherwise physically injuring myself doing something that screams "I will make you regret doing this. Maybe not today, maybe not even tomorrow, but you will pay for your arrogance in thinking you can take advantage of me without consequence." doesn't get my "motor" humming. I know, activities probably don't think like I just portrayed, but they might as well because that's how I think about them.
When I was younger, I was a fairly adventurous individual. I played "full contact" sports like Football and Soccer and I also surfed waves up to 10 ft., skied and snowboarded big mountains and skateboarded every day. On the surface, I may have looked like a fearless person. But there was always an underlying fear that held me back in just about any sport I took part in. Nobody really knew it, but I was pretty damn scared about getting hurt doing all those things. Nowadays, that fear has made friends with my adult logic and they're partying like it's 1999. I simply am not willing to risk life and limb for a quick rush. Period. My brain is trained to consider the worst case scenario in any given situation, so when I so much as step on a skateboard these days I'm thinking about breaking my neck. And to be candid, I'm not really bothered by my growing reluctance to put myself in potentially dangerous situations. I'm quite happy living out my life on the physically conservative side.
Still, there are a few activities today that, if I had proper experience, would be pretty enticing, for no other reason than to say I did them. I think we all have an inner voice that tells us that we don't want to be breathing our last breath only to be filled with regret towards what we didn't do in life, and some activities that are being done today would certainly do a thorough job of eliminating that feeling. For me, one of those things is tow in surfing and the other is a new one, only ever done once, called "Glacier Surfing", which entails hanging on to a jet ski in freezing cold water while waiting for a glacier to crumble enough to create a massive tsunami which you are towed into on your surfboard. Surfing a 25 ft. - 50 ft. wave is crazy enough when you're in the ocean, but when you surf a massive wave that is generated by an eroding glacier, in 30 degree water no less, you really need to have one foot in the loony bin. I'd have to imagine that if I died doing something like that I'd be pretty satisfied with how I went out. At the very least, my adrenaline would certainly be spent. Then again, my last thought could be "You freakin' idiot..." or something along those lines.
Anyway, I'm going to sign off, but before I do that I'll leave you with two pieces of video. The first is Teahupoo (pronounced Cho-Poo), Tahiti. It's one of the gnarliest waves in the world and breaks in about 2-5 feet of water. This particular wave is Laird Hamilton on what is considered one of the craziest rides ever. The second link is of two big wave surfers from Hawaii, Garrett McNamara and Kealii Mamala, attempting and succeeding to ride a tsunami wave ("only" about 15 ft.- 10 ft. high) created by a glacier breaking apart. Enjoy this craziness:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=NcaZarxilJQ&feature=related
http://youtube.com/watch?v=mKRR9RMmcIQ
TWF
When I was younger, I was a fairly adventurous individual. I played "full contact" sports like Football and Soccer and I also surfed waves up to 10 ft., skied and snowboarded big mountains and skateboarded every day. On the surface, I may have looked like a fearless person. But there was always an underlying fear that held me back in just about any sport I took part in. Nobody really knew it, but I was pretty damn scared about getting hurt doing all those things. Nowadays, that fear has made friends with my adult logic and they're partying like it's 1999. I simply am not willing to risk life and limb for a quick rush. Period. My brain is trained to consider the worst case scenario in any given situation, so when I so much as step on a skateboard these days I'm thinking about breaking my neck. And to be candid, I'm not really bothered by my growing reluctance to put myself in potentially dangerous situations. I'm quite happy living out my life on the physically conservative side.
Still, there are a few activities today that, if I had proper experience, would be pretty enticing, for no other reason than to say I did them. I think we all have an inner voice that tells us that we don't want to be breathing our last breath only to be filled with regret towards what we didn't do in life, and some activities that are being done today would certainly do a thorough job of eliminating that feeling. For me, one of those things is tow in surfing and the other is a new one, only ever done once, called "Glacier Surfing", which entails hanging on to a jet ski in freezing cold water while waiting for a glacier to crumble enough to create a massive tsunami which you are towed into on your surfboard. Surfing a 25 ft. - 50 ft. wave is crazy enough when you're in the ocean, but when you surf a massive wave that is generated by an eroding glacier, in 30 degree water no less, you really need to have one foot in the loony bin. I'd have to imagine that if I died doing something like that I'd be pretty satisfied with how I went out. At the very least, my adrenaline would certainly be spent. Then again, my last thought could be "You freakin' idiot..." or something along those lines.
Anyway, I'm going to sign off, but before I do that I'll leave you with two pieces of video. The first is Teahupoo (pronounced Cho-Poo), Tahiti. It's one of the gnarliest waves in the world and breaks in about 2-5 feet of water. This particular wave is Laird Hamilton on what is considered one of the craziest rides ever. The second link is of two big wave surfers from Hawaii, Garrett McNamara and Kealii Mamala, attempting and succeeding to ride a tsunami wave ("only" about 15 ft.- 10 ft. high) created by a glacier breaking apart. Enjoy this craziness:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=NcaZarxilJQ&feature=related
http://youtube.com/watch?v=mKRR9RMmcIQ
TWF
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Ron Paul
No writing today folks. Too busy watching football and enjoying the fact that it's already almost Friday.....damn, 4 day weeks are grand. Anyway, I wanted to leave you a few links about Ron Paul. For those of you that don't know, Ron is a Republican candidate for the 2008 presidency. Now before I lose any of you liberal readers, you should know that my beliefs are pretty far off from what most Republican politicians believe and vote on. I do not generally vote Republican. Still, from what I can tell, Ron Paul is exactly what we need in office right now: a man that we can trust and who sticks to what he believes, which is typically just plain logical. Everything I've heard him say makes sense. Feel free to disagree with me, but I encourage you to at least have a look at these links. At the very least, you'll end up with more knowledge than you probably had about this candidate before reading this. Feel free to tell me I'm crazy. At least that will show that you care, which is more than can be said about a large portion of our nation. Here you go:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ron_Paul
http://youtube.com/watch?v=uyCoDbFVaJ8&feature=related
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ron_Paul
http://youtube.com/watch?v=uyCoDbFVaJ8&feature=related
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Business in the Front, Party in the Back
Alright folks? Hope everyone’s doing well today. I myself feel very good. Woke up a little earlier than usual this morning to give myself a little extra time to read and reflect and now I’m feeling much better because of it. The universe is magic like that. If you give yourself some quiet time each day you’ll get answers to the questions and issues that bother you. I know I’ve said this before, and if you’re wondering why the hell I keep repeating myself it’s because I’m horrible at heeding my own advice! For me, when something is bothering me I go through a cycle. First I start getting anxious and frustrated. Then, after much unnecessary stress (typically internal as I don’t show stress very often), I realize that there is an issue I need to deal with. At this point, usually at least a few weeks or months after I should have begun this step, I give the issue the attention it needs to be worked out via quiet time (reading, writing, meditation, etc.). And voila! Almost without fail, I have the answers I need to resolve the issue. There is a catch, though, and it’s something that’s plagued me all of my life. I’m really good at figuring out what the best course of action is for any given situation, but I tend to be very slow to act on what I know needs to be done. In simple terms: problem solving = good, executing action plan = bad.
You see, figuring out how to deal with life issues is relatively simple. You identify what the root of the problem is, decide what the ideal situation would be, and the solution comes soon thereafter. But the action plan, that damn action plan, is the difficult part because it often requires significant life changes. And we, as humans, are not big fans of change. It’s ironic, because if we’re able to look at the big picture (ie., further down the road than a few months) we can see that change usually brings about nothing but good. Personal growth, new relationships, great opportunity, more money and on and on the list goes. Why, then, do we run from change like a choir boy from a priest? It’s quite funny if you really think about it. Can you imagine if there was an almighty power that was trying to orchestrate a change to help you in your life, but you just kept avoiding it? How frustrating would that he for him/her? “Stop running away damn it! I’m just trying to help you.” I can imagine parents go through this quite a bit as they raise their children. Looking back, I can think of at least a handful of situations when my parents were clearly trying to guide me away from trouble, but the only thing I wanted to do was run straight into it like an idiot.
Doing things the easy way has never been my forte, which is pretty funny considering I’m always looking for the easiest way to do something (ie., shortcut). I can't help but laugh at myself when I think of it that way. What an idiot. Throughout my entire life I’ve tried taking shortcuts in spite of the clear fact that all I’ve ever experienced tells me that shortcuts only create more problems. How's that for some genius behavior……actually, isn’t that the definition of Crazy or Insane? Doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result? Yep, that’s me. I’ll be damned. I could have saved myself a lot of pain over the years had I learned this lesson earlier. Oh well, better late than never. At least I still have most of my life in front of me and I know I’m better of because of the experiences gained.
Anyway, for those of you that are in a situation that you don’t feel happy in, job or otherwise, I found some very simple, yet direct questions on Yahoo.com this morning that can help you determine whether or not you should move on. After that, though, the action plan is up to you. The forthcoming questions were found here: http://finance.yahoo.com/career-work/article/103837/Should-You-Stay-or-Should-You-Go. For shits and giggles, and because I’m bored silly right now, I’m going to answer these questions for you all to read.
Do you want to go to work every morning?
I almost feel like this is a trick question. Do I want to go to work every morning? Are you effing kidding me?? Of course I don’t want to go to work every morning. I want to be sitting on the patio of my multi-million dollar home on Maui, sipping a Mai Tai with my wife and dog while writing about how great life is. That’s what I want to do every morning, Mr. asshole that created this question. Thanks for reminding me how much I don’t like what I actually do have to do every morning.
How many people in the world can really say that if given the choice to do anything they want for the rest of their life, they would keep doing what they are doing? Because that’s what this question really alludes to, isn’t it? I wake up every morning wishing that I could be beamed to my previously mentioned dream space because that’s what I really want to do. Next question please….
Do you enjoy spending time with your co-workers or do they generally bug the living daylights out of you?
Well, I have a blog partially because I don’t like what I do, if that tells you anything. But to be fair, my displeasure doesn’t have much to do with the people I work with. Aside from the fact that most of my co-workers are fresh out of college and act their age, I generally get along well with them.
Does your company help you fulfill your personal mission?
Hmm, let me think……N-O! In a nutshell, my personal mission is to make as much money as I can, doing something I can stay relatively sane while doing, until I can break out on my own. I know, it sounds like something like Dirk Diggler may have said as he sank deeper into his crack hole, but it’s true. My sole career focus right now is money, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. Now before I get branded a greedy bastard by you faultless folks, I should explain that I only see money as a means to an end. The “end” being freedom to roam the earth free and clear of any restraints that go along with getting my paycheck signed by someone other than me. So does the company I work for fulfill my personal mission? Not even close.
Can you picture yourself at your company in a year?
Sure, I can picture myself at this company in a year. I can also picture myself parting the Red Sea, but that doesn’t mean it’s likely to happen. If I’m still here in a year, I will be extremely surprised. Like little green men just landed in my driveway surprised. There are so many things that would have to change for me to be here in another year that I just can’t see it happening. For starters, I’d have to be making a good chunk of coin more than I am now and be A LOT happier with my day-to-day responsibilities. Most importantly, though, I don’t think I'd be being fair to myself if I stayed for another year. It’s clearly time to move on, freshen things up a bit, and reinvigorate myself. If I don’t, I’ll just be ignoring what my Self tells me is the right thing to do, and you can refer to the beginning of this post to find out how I feel about not acting on what I know is right.
That's all for today peeps. Here's a little gem of internet humor for you. I'm sure you've all seen this before (I was first made aware of it back in 1999), but like a few other sites I've shared it's a timeless classic. Enjoy....
http://mulletsgalore.com/
You see, figuring out how to deal with life issues is relatively simple. You identify what the root of the problem is, decide what the ideal situation would be, and the solution comes soon thereafter. But the action plan, that damn action plan, is the difficult part because it often requires significant life changes. And we, as humans, are not big fans of change. It’s ironic, because if we’re able to look at the big picture (ie., further down the road than a few months) we can see that change usually brings about nothing but good. Personal growth, new relationships, great opportunity, more money and on and on the list goes. Why, then, do we run from change like a choir boy from a priest? It’s quite funny if you really think about it. Can you imagine if there was an almighty power that was trying to orchestrate a change to help you in your life, but you just kept avoiding it? How frustrating would that he for him/her? “Stop running away damn it! I’m just trying to help you.” I can imagine parents go through this quite a bit as they raise their children. Looking back, I can think of at least a handful of situations when my parents were clearly trying to guide me away from trouble, but the only thing I wanted to do was run straight into it like an idiot.
Doing things the easy way has never been my forte, which is pretty funny considering I’m always looking for the easiest way to do something (ie., shortcut). I can't help but laugh at myself when I think of it that way. What an idiot. Throughout my entire life I’ve tried taking shortcuts in spite of the clear fact that all I’ve ever experienced tells me that shortcuts only create more problems. How's that for some genius behavior……actually, isn’t that the definition of Crazy or Insane? Doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result? Yep, that’s me. I’ll be damned. I could have saved myself a lot of pain over the years had I learned this lesson earlier. Oh well, better late than never. At least I still have most of my life in front of me and I know I’m better of because of the experiences gained.
Anyway, for those of you that are in a situation that you don’t feel happy in, job or otherwise, I found some very simple, yet direct questions on Yahoo.com this morning that can help you determine whether or not you should move on. After that, though, the action plan is up to you. The forthcoming questions were found here: http://finance.yahoo.com/career-work/article/103837/Should-You-Stay-or-Should-You-Go. For shits and giggles, and because I’m bored silly right now, I’m going to answer these questions for you all to read.
Do you want to go to work every morning?
I almost feel like this is a trick question. Do I want to go to work every morning? Are you effing kidding me?? Of course I don’t want to go to work every morning. I want to be sitting on the patio of my multi-million dollar home on Maui, sipping a Mai Tai with my wife and dog while writing about how great life is. That’s what I want to do every morning, Mr. asshole that created this question. Thanks for reminding me how much I don’t like what I actually do have to do every morning.
How many people in the world can really say that if given the choice to do anything they want for the rest of their life, they would keep doing what they are doing? Because that’s what this question really alludes to, isn’t it? I wake up every morning wishing that I could be beamed to my previously mentioned dream space because that’s what I really want to do. Next question please….
Do you enjoy spending time with your co-workers or do they generally bug the living daylights out of you?
Well, I have a blog partially because I don’t like what I do, if that tells you anything. But to be fair, my displeasure doesn’t have much to do with the people I work with. Aside from the fact that most of my co-workers are fresh out of college and act their age, I generally get along well with them.
Does your company help you fulfill your personal mission?
Hmm, let me think……N-O! In a nutshell, my personal mission is to make as much money as I can, doing something I can stay relatively sane while doing, until I can break out on my own. I know, it sounds like something like Dirk Diggler may have said as he sank deeper into his crack hole, but it’s true. My sole career focus right now is money, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. Now before I get branded a greedy bastard by you faultless folks, I should explain that I only see money as a means to an end. The “end” being freedom to roam the earth free and clear of any restraints that go along with getting my paycheck signed by someone other than me. So does the company I work for fulfill my personal mission? Not even close.
Can you picture yourself at your company in a year?
Sure, I can picture myself at this company in a year. I can also picture myself parting the Red Sea, but that doesn’t mean it’s likely to happen. If I’m still here in a year, I will be extremely surprised. Like little green men just landed in my driveway surprised. There are so many things that would have to change for me to be here in another year that I just can’t see it happening. For starters, I’d have to be making a good chunk of coin more than I am now and be A LOT happier with my day-to-day responsibilities. Most importantly, though, I don’t think I'd be being fair to myself if I stayed for another year. It’s clearly time to move on, freshen things up a bit, and reinvigorate myself. If I don’t, I’ll just be ignoring what my Self tells me is the right thing to do, and you can refer to the beginning of this post to find out how I feel about not acting on what I know is right.
That's all for today peeps. Here's a little gem of internet humor for you. I'm sure you've all seen this before (I was first made aware of it back in 1999), but like a few other sites I've shared it's a timeless classic. Enjoy....
http://mulletsgalore.com/
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