Monday, February 23, 2009
So...
Here I am, back again. This feels a touch like meeting up with a past lover who you just decided not to call. I apologize, I did you dirty, I've changed, etc.
I have a lot, lot, lot of material to write about. My friend Fayaz was on Jeopardy. We had a crazy Halloween party. The annual Daytona/White Trash party. I don't wear pants that often.
Regardless, here it is: my head is in a good place, I love my job, and I'm working more hours than ever. Of course, some of those "working" hours take place at trade shows where "working" consists of sampling high-end wines for four hours at no charge. Hooray!
For instance, my absolute favorite sales rep ever is paying for Melissa and I to come see her presentation on Tuesday. Thank you, Esther! We love you! Also, my boss and I get to go out of town and have free hotel rooms for three nights in early March. My life sucks, huh?
More focussed posting soon, but I'm back. Promise.
JT out.
I have a lot, lot, lot of material to write about. My friend Fayaz was on Jeopardy. We had a crazy Halloween party. The annual Daytona/White Trash party. I don't wear pants that often.
Regardless, here it is: my head is in a good place, I love my job, and I'm working more hours than ever. Of course, some of those "working" hours take place at trade shows where "working" consists of sampling high-end wines for four hours at no charge. Hooray!
For instance, my absolute favorite sales rep ever is paying for Melissa and I to come see her presentation on Tuesday. Thank you, Esther! We love you! Also, my boss and I get to go out of town and have free hotel rooms for three nights in early March. My life sucks, huh?
More focussed posting soon, but I'm back. Promise.
JT out.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Whew.
Alright, my lovelies, my head is back in a positive place. I apologize for my absence, bitterness, etc. The best I can say is that I'm not perfect. Life gets to me sometimes.
Sunday, I promise.
JT out.
Sunday, I promise.
JT out.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Bleh.
My victorious return is anything but. Last week at work was brutal, with me hitting over 70 hours. Very cool hours if you're paid hourly, very shitty if you're salary (which I am.) Does this mean I hate my job? Hell to the no, I love it. Does this mean I need to take a few days off in a row soon? You know it, sweetcakes.
My sense of humor is abso-fucking-lutely shot. I just got home from our Annual White Trash/Daytona party, and I'm too exhasuted to write anything funny. I barely even had the energy to shave my beard into a fu manchu and drink cheap beer for the afternoon.
Hooray for a bitter, not remotely funny update. Sorry kids.
JT out.
My sense of humor is abso-fucking-lutely shot. I just got home from our Annual White Trash/Daytona party, and I'm too exhasuted to write anything funny. I barely even had the energy to shave my beard into a fu manchu and drink cheap beer for the afternoon.
Hooray for a bitter, not remotely funny update. Sorry kids.
JT out.
Thursday, February 05, 2009
Until I Come Home...
Enjoy you some Kenny! Woo!
Remember...JT loves you.
JT out.
Remember...JT loves you.
JT out.
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Where Am I?
I'm on hiatus for now. I'll probably be returning in a few days, or weeks, or when the mood strikes me.
I have six half-formed posts written, but lack the time, energy, and creativity to finish them right now.
Go visit some of the people listed in my Axis of Allies, I'll be home soon. Promise.
JT out.
I have six half-formed posts written, but lack the time, energy, and creativity to finish them right now.
Go visit some of the people listed in my Axis of Allies, I'll be home soon. Promise.
JT out.
