Manic Monday: Epilogue

What a fucking day! This is only part one of a 7-day, crazy ass, busy ass, ball-busting week. As much of a good time I had busting my ass today, I need more. If I expect to have any type of life, I realize that I need to get the fuck out of retail. Not saying that I need to be in stuffy Corporate America working a 9-5, but I feel like I need to hurry up and get out of the "Front Line" and find a home in another sector of my company...or another company.

But until then, I'll leave you all with this:

Manic Monday: Act Two

I'm done!!! MIT was surprisingly enjoyable. I think I represented my company well, along with my B2B counterparts, and made some great connections. Not a pretentious crowd at all. Everyone was excited about how this new technology will take off in the US and will hopefully catch up to Europe and Asia with it's everyday implementation.

Dropping everything back to the store, realizing I haven't had a latte all day, so sprinting to Starbucks as I type this. Curtain Call!

Manic Monday: Intermission

Event number one done. I think my boss feels bad about me having to work seven days this week, so he bought me lunch. I don't care. Just pay me.

So I'm at the store for two hours and I'm trying to get my work laptop remotely configured for this trade show I'm exhibiting Wednesday. I really don't know what's so difficult about an IT guy doing his job in a timely manner, but he is working my last nerve. Headed to MIT for event number two, and this shit better be done when I return or I'm going AWF!!!

Manic Monday: Act One

I had a 9am workout with Spanish Fly (you know me and nicknames). Everything that was pent up in me and all the stresses over the past couple weeks came out today in the form of Dead Lifts and Ab Crunches. I felt great, but I knew this was only the beginning of a hellish week...

And right now, I'm sitting at a table at work event number one of two, listening to people complain about how they're spending too much money with their current provider, and how their coverage is so crappy, but don't want to leave because they have their precious iPhone. Fuck you.

Is it time for lunch yet?

Manic Monday: Prologue

7:00 am. And my alarm is yelling at me. I didn't want to get out of bed. Too many things running in my head. Too many things I had to come to terms with last night. I REALLY didn't want to get out of bed....

But because I know I'm a better person than the one that was laying there, I got up. I got shit to do.

A Bumbaclot Mess

Love can make you do some crazy shit. And apparently, so can good dick. I can't understand half of what's going on here, but I think that Keri is serving up a mean dish of Chicken Tetrazzini.




I know one thing....I'll be thinking twice if someone wants to try the barb-wire twist on me!