Man down!

So unbeknownst to me, in my current haze of work, study and occasional forays into the land of Tamriel we lost one of our bloggers! LosRicos has walked away from his Blogger account with a last word of "Fin". Classy, and succinct but somewhat upsetting. Los Ricos, has been blogging since before I knew what the heck a blog even was. TheRoss and Daejin were assuming I was going that way too because my posts of slowed to virtual standstill. Well don't fear my readers (i.e no one) I'll keep writing inane drivel that you won't see at a more frequent rate than you've seen lately! Once a month! Honest :)

In a side note... I kind of want a job as a Corporate Ninja. My job has been just stupid busy of late and a coworker and I were talking and we thought Corporate Ninja would be much more fun. Jumping out of the rafters and attacking the projector during particularly boring powerpoints would be a good example of a necessary job function. Beats sales anyday!

Office Linebacker would be a good fallback

Golfing ain't good, but it ain't work

When I play golf with customers and co-workers I almost feel more like an undercover agent than a player. Sure I'll speak of "Dog Legs" and "Pitching Wedges" but I'm just not "Feeling it" like the others. I mentioned a while back I got my clubs for free, so I've used them twice! Fortunately, despite the assurances otherwise, I haven't become hopelessly addicted to the game.

There's a nice side effect to not caring though; golf is fucking hard! I never said it was easy before and had no delusions of grandeur in my head, even still I was astonished at how difficult the game is. All the same apparently I'm not horrible which is more than I could have ever hoped for. Today I scored 115 on a particularly brutal 18 hole course called "Crosswinds."

The weird thing is people that had a 5 stroke lead one me (:phht:) felt the need to tell me to watch my follow through, straighten my arm, bend my wrist, do the hokey pokey... etc... Just piss off Tiger, I'm doing okay. Although I don't think the grounds-keeper appreciated me unsodding his fairway or having a beach party in his bunkers.

I showed my appreciation by constantly locking up the brakes on our golf cart... fucker

Those who can, do, those you can't sell.

Post #4

I don’t talk about my job on here very often. Or at all for that matter. It could be because I’ve always feared my business life getting a glimpse at my non-business life. Perhaps that or I’m occupationally geeky, which doesn’t lend itself well to the image of “Hardcore Rollerblading Guy” or “Vicious Speedball Player.” However, unlike those two things I’m actually really good at my Job. I’m in “Technical Sales” and coming up on year end I’m looking at matching or exceeding an already stellar Freshman year in my role (Sophomore Jinx my ass.) Also, it seems that I’m likely going to be doing my first complete doubling of a sales quarter. What does that mean? 200% Commission, and a guaranteed get-out-of-jail free ticket for at least another 3 months with my boss. Sales might get a bad wrap, but I’ll be damned if the perks aren’t great when things are going well. Well I gotta go I’m leaving work an hour early because I feel like it.

Now if I could just get my hair a little greasier