Hmmmmmmm....
I almost feel like a southerner up here.
I am very bored, so I thought I would write all of you a little something in hopes of some entertainment tomorrow.
So since I have had nothing overly eventful happen to me today, I guess I will just discuss the events of the day.
Morning:
I wake up in a bit of a haze. These idiots put me up on the first flood, which is not a bad idea for them (no cleaning up in the elevator), but for me... I don’t want to see cars pulling out of the lot as I am waking up. Wake up... Shower... Even shave (yes I know this is strange, but I work for ‘the man’ right now, so a must have)... where were we... oh yes, I shave... As I am getting out of the shower and start grooming, I realize that my Texture Cream is almost out. Mind you, I knew about this before I came up here... but I figured since people at work were going to the store no such luck.. 0ver had to use the rest of what he had (more on this later).
Post Morning:
So I manage safely to get out of my room... walk over to the front desk, because the 380+ lbs shaqeefa last night couldn’t get me the rate that I needed to get... Speaking of which, what the hell... I am tired of booking my own travel, back in the day I had people doing this for me... either customers, or the girl in Denver... mmmmmm girl in Denver... but in any case, I wasn’t bothered with the menial crap... back to the story; so now I am dealing with ‘the manage,’ who I hope for her own good has a GED... she goes on to sit there for 10 minutes (wasting valuable breakfast time) trying to give me the rate that I wanted... NO SUCH LUCK!!! The ‘computer’ won’t take it... blame that st00pid box I tell you. So after wrestling with it for a while, she informs me that she needs the customer’s phone number. Why, of course!!! Right here; bust out the laptop... turn it on (almost ;) ) The first number that pops into my head is ole’ girl’s... at this point she says that it is all good, the computer accepted it (let’s just hope they don’t call Toni to make sure that I am approved for the Eaton Hydraulics rate) hahaha
In the office:
So I thought I missed the place about a dozen times... yes, it is only 2 miles away, but all these streets go in circles. I get to the customer... is there anyone there to greet me? NO! So like a good consultant, I sit there and read the paper... ½ the business section later, someone decides to ask whom I am... I tell them... they call up the guy to meet me. After the entire business section (and no, this does not include market closings) ‘the guy’ comes to get me.
Fast forward to mid day:
After lunch no one wants to work... of course I am a professional, so therefore I am always ready... but that is about it. Discussions of the product line lead to Brandy, Vodka, and everything else I would rather be doing... but I am a professional. Moving away from drinks, we go on to talk about politics. Stevo loves me some politics. Russia, the mistakes... Do I speak Polish or Ukrainian? NO FOOL! I AM RUSSIAN!!! IT’S THE OTHER WAY AROUND! All I have to say, ignorance is bliss, and I have very good self control.
End of day:
So we are saying our good-byes and someone suggests we start at 8am tomorrow (today for all of you). Great idea, if you’re used to working 7-3... which as you all know is not the case with me... of course Mr. Customer, I’ll be glad to (you prick-bastard).
The search for hair products:
I go to a ‘solon’ that I found in the area... Vidal Sassoon is not my idea of quality though... Cub Foods... yes, that was a mistake as well. Driving around is fun and all, but Stevo needs a drink, and therefore the strip-mall (yes they have many here) has a SupperCuts. Thank God for corporate America, they are stocked well, and once again my hair will be survive... my stomach almost didn’t though. This person should have been wearing a mask; because the face would have scared anyone under the age of 18... and made most puke. Should you not at least be ½ way presentable??? I mean I am not that picky... but DAMN!!!
Tonight:
At least the drinks are cheap. And people know better, and leave me alone. A few rounds of Golden Tee (so what if I dropped at least $50 in there), and I am back to my usual pleasant self. And after picking up some KFC... I am now back ‘at home.’ Ready to go to bed, and repeat in the morning... a bright morning... as the sun as coming up, and more bastages try to look in on me as I wake up.
Post-script:
I have had no entertainment today. No one fun called... 0ver is bored, and thought that maybe at least if I sent this out, I could get something fun and exciting to read tomorrow, or God forbid... one of you calls.
On this note, I shall wish you a fare well. Time to watch some bad programming, and go to bed.
I am very bored, so I thought I would write all of you a little something in hopes of some entertainment tomorrow.
So since I have had nothing overly eventful happen to me today, I guess I will just discuss the events of the day.
Morning:
I wake up in a bit of a haze. These idiots put me up on the first flood, which is not a bad idea for them (no cleaning up in the elevator), but for me... I don’t want to see cars pulling out of the lot as I am waking up. Wake up... Shower... Even shave (yes I know this is strange, but I work for ‘the man’ right now, so a must have)... where were we... oh yes, I shave... As I am getting out of the shower and start grooming, I realize that my Texture Cream is almost out. Mind you, I knew about this before I came up here... but I figured since people at work were going to the store no such luck.. 0ver had to use the rest of what he had (more on this later).
Post Morning:
So I manage safely to get out of my room... walk over to the front desk, because the 380+ lbs shaqeefa last night couldn’t get me the rate that I needed to get... Speaking of which, what the hell... I am tired of booking my own travel, back in the day I had people doing this for me... either customers, or the girl in Denver... mmmmmm girl in Denver... but in any case, I wasn’t bothered with the menial crap... back to the story; so now I am dealing with ‘the manage,’ who I hope for her own good has a GED... she goes on to sit there for 10 minutes (wasting valuable breakfast time) trying to give me the rate that I wanted... NO SUCH LUCK!!! The ‘computer’ won’t take it... blame that st00pid box I tell you. So after wrestling with it for a while, she informs me that she needs the customer’s phone number. Why, of course!!! Right here; bust out the laptop... turn it on (almost ;) ) The first number that pops into my head is ole’ girl’s... at this point she says that it is all good, the computer accepted it (let’s just hope they don’t call Toni to make sure that I am approved for the Eaton Hydraulics rate) hahaha
In the office:
So I thought I missed the place about a dozen times... yes, it is only 2 miles away, but all these streets go in circles. I get to the customer... is there anyone there to greet me? NO! So like a good consultant, I sit there and read the paper... ½ the business section later, someone decides to ask whom I am... I tell them... they call up the guy to meet me. After the entire business section (and no, this does not include market closings) ‘the guy’ comes to get me.
Fast forward to mid day:
After lunch no one wants to work... of course I am a professional, so therefore I am always ready... but that is about it. Discussions of the product line lead to Brandy, Vodka, and everything else I would rather be doing... but I am a professional. Moving away from drinks, we go on to talk about politics. Stevo loves me some politics. Russia, the mistakes... Do I speak Polish or Ukrainian? NO FOOL! I AM RUSSIAN!!! IT’S THE OTHER WAY AROUND! All I have to say, ignorance is bliss, and I have very good self control.
End of day:
So we are saying our good-byes and someone suggests we start at 8am tomorrow (today for all of you). Great idea, if you’re used to working 7-3... which as you all know is not the case with me... of course Mr. Customer, I’ll be glad to (you prick-bastard).
The search for hair products:
I go to a ‘solon’ that I found in the area... Vidal Sassoon is not my idea of quality though... Cub Foods... yes, that was a mistake as well. Driving around is fun and all, but Stevo needs a drink, and therefore the strip-mall (yes they have many here) has a SupperCuts. Thank God for corporate America, they are stocked well, and once again my hair will be survive... my stomach almost didn’t though. This person should have been wearing a mask; because the face would have scared anyone under the age of 18... and made most puke. Should you not at least be ½ way presentable??? I mean I am not that picky... but DAMN!!!
Tonight:
At least the drinks are cheap. And people know better, and leave me alone. A few rounds of Golden Tee (so what if I dropped at least $50 in there), and I am back to my usual pleasant self. And after picking up some KFC... I am now back ‘at home.’ Ready to go to bed, and repeat in the morning... a bright morning... as the sun as coming up, and more bastages try to look in on me as I wake up.
Post-script:
I have had no entertainment today. No one fun called... 0ver is bored, and thought that maybe at least if I sent this out, I could get something fun and exciting to read tomorrow, or God forbid... one of you calls.
On this note, I shall wish you a fare well. Time to watch some bad programming, and go to bed.
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