one of lifes interesting facts. it turns out that this former employee of mine, no names mentioned, just happens to be a suicide girl. she was a terrible employee and i fired her. no biggie. here's what i always get a kick out of. if it wasn't for the whole boss/employee thing, we could have been the best of friends. we have so much in common it's rediculous, but she would never see that because i was always just the dickhead boss. and she couldn't see past that. and i know that i was always the just the dickhead boss because i read it for myself in her journal. i guess i should learn something from this, don't judge a book by its cover and all that.
i wonder if there has been anyone like that, but with the roles reversed. i don't think so, but who knows.
for what it's worth, she was my first employee that also was posing naked online. it was rather fun knowing that while we were at work.
the snow finally let up, now it's just everywhere.
i'm watching 60 minutes for the first time in my life. howard stern interview tonight that should be pretty interesting. he's the man, pretty simple. i know from the radio show that he has not seen the interview, i guess 60 minutes does that. kind of cool that i'm doing the exact same thing that howard stern is doing right now, watching ed bradley's old ass.
i wonder if there has been anyone like that, but with the roles reversed. i don't think so, but who knows.
for what it's worth, she was my first employee that also was posing naked online. it was rather fun knowing that while we were at work.
the snow finally let up, now it's just everywhere.
i'm watching 60 minutes for the first time in my life. howard stern interview tonight that should be pretty interesting. he's the man, pretty simple. i know from the radio show that he has not seen the interview, i guess 60 minutes does that. kind of cool that i'm doing the exact same thing that howard stern is doing right now, watching ed bradley's old ass.
so this guy comes into the store today. selling those big ass coupon books. for 20 bucks you get 20 thousand dollars in savings type jobs. wanted to know if i would like to do an ad in the thing for free, blah blah blah. sounds good.
we get to talking where ya from, how's work, etc.. turns out this guy grew up in beckley, moved to cleveland years ago, still visits. thing is he's got all kinds of friends in lewisburg and goes there all the time. we start talking about the town and the fucking river and the fair and food and friends and all that. i talked about the fucking clover club with some guy in my store in cleveland who was selling coupon books for people in wheelchairs. bizarre.
for whatever reason we start talking about how it's odd that neither of us have an accent. this leads him to talk about his favorite shirt. the one he loves and never machine washes, just by hand. the one that says "how ya'll doin?" on the front, and "before you leave, learn the language" on the back.
the one that i designed with greg and sold maybe 15 of over one misrable summer. i sold this shirt to this guy, probably in a drunken stumble when i was in 11th grade. and it has since become his apparent favorite shirt ever. i wear it whenever i go home he says. people looove it he says.
rediculous.
made my fucking day. how does shit like that happen?
and for what it's worth. i sold it to him at bridge day. it's this festival where thousands and thousands of people from all over the world come to this bridge, the largest arch spanning something bridge in the world and jump off it. one of the many reason that i love west virginia.