You know it's going to be a wonderful day when you wake up with a nasty sore throat and a migraine. 
Yet, here sits little old me, at work, in a massive amount of physical pain, and sounding like I have a five pack a day habit. *koff*rasp*koff*koff* Ick. I've had iced coffee, tea, a constant infusion of Diet Coke and two rounds of meds so far....I think they're beginning to work on the migraine, though it seems to be looming somewhere. I came prepared, but it's going to be a long few hours.
I'd much rather be with SGCT or at the annual all-day barbecue bash that one of the BMW salesmen throws every year at Glen Island than flattening my ass for six hours. At least there was a check waiting for me when I got here, and I'm getting paid to be here.
Hangin' with Ashley was awesome yesterday, although I wish we could have had more time to go out and paint the town on our own. I see her less often than I see the boy, for Christ's sake! We had lunch with her rat bastard cheap ass never pay for a goddamn thing father and his wife and hung out at the place they're housesitting for the weekend. I really can't stand her father, so it really took all I had to not issue him a verbal ass-kicking.
Believe it or not, it takes a lot of energy to repress that urge, and it just gets stronger as the years wear on. Ashley and I have been friends since kindergarten, so said urge is nearly 20 years old.
So, I had an interview on Friday with a recruiter for an account executive position. It went very well and the company will be calling me this week to meet with me. The base pay isn't stellar, but I have the opportunity to double my earnings with commissions, plus they offer a car allowance and full benefits after 30 days.
I'm very excited, since both the recruiter and I think it's a good fit.
Here's hoping for a win for the Mets against the ASStros tonight. They've lost five out of their last six games, and I've seen every one of them. This may or may not explain the vile humor I've been in.
My burps taste like scotch. Weird.
I should get back to menial task central. Tomorrow officially begins my tenure with Reno as a broker's assistant. Calling in "sick" this week to meet with the other company is going to prove very interesting, I'm sure.
What should I order for lunch?
Yet, here sits little old me, at work, in a massive amount of physical pain, and sounding like I have a five pack a day habit. *koff*rasp*koff*koff* Ick. I've had iced coffee, tea, a constant infusion of Diet Coke and two rounds of meds so far....I think they're beginning to work on the migraine, though it seems to be looming somewhere. I came prepared, but it's going to be a long few hours.
I'd much rather be with SGCT or at the annual all-day barbecue bash that one of the BMW salesmen throws every year at Glen Island than flattening my ass for six hours. At least there was a check waiting for me when I got here, and I'm getting paid to be here.
Hangin' with Ashley was awesome yesterday, although I wish we could have had more time to go out and paint the town on our own. I see her less often than I see the boy, for Christ's sake! We had lunch with her rat bastard cheap ass never pay for a goddamn thing father and his wife and hung out at the place they're housesitting for the weekend. I really can't stand her father, so it really took all I had to not issue him a verbal ass-kicking.
Believe it or not, it takes a lot of energy to repress that urge, and it just gets stronger as the years wear on. Ashley and I have been friends since kindergarten, so said urge is nearly 20 years old.
So, I had an interview on Friday with a recruiter for an account executive position. It went very well and the company will be calling me this week to meet with me. The base pay isn't stellar, but I have the opportunity to double my earnings with commissions, plus they offer a car allowance and full benefits after 30 days.
I'm very excited, since both the recruiter and I think it's a good fit.
Here's hoping for a win for the Mets against the ASStros tonight. They've lost five out of their last six games, and I've seen every one of them. This may or may not explain the vile humor I've been in.
My burps taste like scotch. Weird.
I should get back to menial task central. Tomorrow officially begins my tenure with Reno as a broker's assistant. Calling in "sick" this week to meet with the other company is going to prove very interesting, I'm sure.
What should I order for lunch?
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I think for lunch, you should have food that is light and summery (as well as cool). I had the perfect meal last night - a crostini appetizer with roasted garlic and brie, then a big bowl of gazpacho, with a glass of crisp fume blanc! (I'm not a fan of the chardonnays - super picky, and I hate the really oakey/buttery ones). I love gazpacho, and often visit restaurants simply because they have it on their menu.