Olean, NEW YORK!
Wow. Olean, New York. Best business trip EVER! The talks were ALL beneficial, I was around the best in the business from the management aspect for three days, I got to tour the factory and see how Cutco is made start to finish and all the great people that work there, and to top it all off, I got served HUGE meals, three times a day, and sweet JESUS! was the food good. Seriously, I have not been fed so much food in a three day span in my life - EVER! I think I'm still full!
Still don't know what territory I'm getting for the summer, but I'm much more confident about running my office this summer... and the really really REALLY good news. It's possible to make more than 8-15 Grand during the summer. As a matter of fact, its possible to make 4 TIMES that! Yes, you read that correctly. 50 to 71 THOUSAND dollars is possible!!! And yes, it's all legal. Am I a little pumped up? What the fuck do you think?
I also won $20 in poker on Saturday night, which covered my buy in from the night before, my buy in that night, my contribution to the beer (which I probably drank half of, not a quarter like I should have) and put me $5 in the plus column. I got to hang out with my boy, Alex Knapke (Fort Wayne, Holla!), whom I haven't really gotten to hang out with since summer. Met some other cool people that work in the Toledo office with him too. Shout out to Kosa and Megan! Great trip. Great fuckin' trip...
...all except the flight back. We made it to the Buffalo airport with like 20 minutes to spare. Then we sit on the fuckin' plane for forever and a day, only for the captain to come on and say there was some mechanical difficulties and they needed to fix it before take off. By this time I'm thinking, hmmm, we only have a 47 minute lay over in Detroit before we board our flight to Indy. We have been sitting here for like 50, 60 minutes now. We finally take off and then THE FUCKING RIGHT ENGINE BURNS OUT!!! Just kidding. But anyway, we get to Detroit and I'm like, wow, we made great time, but its 8:59 and our flight was supposed to take off at 8:57. However, there were SIX of us that needed to get on that flight. Since we were right there, I'm sure they held the plane for us, right? Yeah, you know where this is going.
So we go to the desk to reschedule our flight home since the fuckers took off without us. Next flight? Hour? Higher, baby! (sorry, that's a Vector thing. you poor, broke bastards that refuse to try my job, which I've told you a million times I can help you get, wouldn't understand) Two hours? Higher, baby! three hours? Higher - okay, fuck it. I'll just tell you. Our new flight wasn't leaving until 12:26. So we ate at Chili's with our $10 meal voucher we were given since the airlines fucked us over, and then we went to our gate were I proceeded to pass out for over an hour. I would have slept there for probably, well, I don't know. But it would have been a long-ass time. Thank the powers-that-be I was flying with other people I knew.
So basically, I didn't get back til about 3:30/4:00 by the time it was all said and done. Only about 4 hours later that what I should have gotten back by.
Fast Forward...
Fiji Basketball was at 11. We played the crappier Theta Chi team. We tied. We suck. We always play to the level of our competition. We do something well (like an offense) and then we change it up (which never works). I had 11 of our first 13 points. I'm not bragging, I would rather other people score. I know I'm not nearly the best guy out there and if I'm scoring most the points, we're in trouble. And in trouble we were. We are better than most of the teams we play, the problem is, we always play to their level instead of playing our own game. AAHHH! It just frustrates the hell out of me. Dustin, current Omicron class pledge brother, is kind of our point guard this year. A few guys share the responsibility, but he needs to start taking over. This kid is bigger, strong and faster than anybody that guards him. He can drain the threes and he can take it strong - and last week he rejected somebody so bad I almost broke into tears of embarassment for the other guy. Then I realized it was funnier than shit and fuckin' sweet as hell. This kid needs to hit the gym more and work on his game and we can build this team around him. We got him for four years of intramurals - we might as well.
Alright, this is far long enough. I need to shower and sleep. So fuck off... I mean, good night.
Still don't know what territory I'm getting for the summer, but I'm much more confident about running my office this summer... and the really really REALLY good news. It's possible to make more than 8-15 Grand during the summer. As a matter of fact, its possible to make 4 TIMES that! Yes, you read that correctly. 50 to 71 THOUSAND dollars is possible!!! And yes, it's all legal. Am I a little pumped up? What the fuck do you think?
I also won $20 in poker on Saturday night, which covered my buy in from the night before, my buy in that night, my contribution to the beer (which I probably drank half of, not a quarter like I should have) and put me $5 in the plus column. I got to hang out with my boy, Alex Knapke (Fort Wayne, Holla!), whom I haven't really gotten to hang out with since summer. Met some other cool people that work in the Toledo office with him too. Shout out to Kosa and Megan! Great trip. Great fuckin' trip...
...all except the flight back. We made it to the Buffalo airport with like 20 minutes to spare. Then we sit on the fuckin' plane for forever and a day, only for the captain to come on and say there was some mechanical difficulties and they needed to fix it before take off. By this time I'm thinking, hmmm, we only have a 47 minute lay over in Detroit before we board our flight to Indy. We have been sitting here for like 50, 60 minutes now. We finally take off and then THE FUCKING RIGHT ENGINE BURNS OUT!!! Just kidding. But anyway, we get to Detroit and I'm like, wow, we made great time, but its 8:59 and our flight was supposed to take off at 8:57. However, there were SIX of us that needed to get on that flight. Since we were right there, I'm sure they held the plane for us, right? Yeah, you know where this is going.
So we go to the desk to reschedule our flight home since the fuckers took off without us. Next flight? Hour? Higher, baby! (sorry, that's a Vector thing. you poor, broke bastards that refuse to try my job, which I've told you a million times I can help you get, wouldn't understand) Two hours? Higher, baby! three hours? Higher - okay, fuck it. I'll just tell you. Our new flight wasn't leaving until 12:26. So we ate at Chili's with our $10 meal voucher we were given since the airlines fucked us over, and then we went to our gate were I proceeded to pass out for over an hour. I would have slept there for probably, well, I don't know. But it would have been a long-ass time. Thank the powers-that-be I was flying with other people I knew.
So basically, I didn't get back til about 3:30/4:00 by the time it was all said and done. Only about 4 hours later that what I should have gotten back by.
Fast Forward...
Fiji Basketball was at 11. We played the crappier Theta Chi team. We tied. We suck. We always play to the level of our competition. We do something well (like an offense) and then we change it up (which never works). I had 11 of our first 13 points. I'm not bragging, I would rather other people score. I know I'm not nearly the best guy out there and if I'm scoring most the points, we're in trouble. And in trouble we were. We are better than most of the teams we play, the problem is, we always play to their level instead of playing our own game. AAHHH! It just frustrates the hell out of me. Dustin, current Omicron class pledge brother, is kind of our point guard this year. A few guys share the responsibility, but he needs to start taking over. This kid is bigger, strong and faster than anybody that guards him. He can drain the threes and he can take it strong - and last week he rejected somebody so bad I almost broke into tears of embarassment for the other guy. Then I realized it was funnier than shit and fuckin' sweet as hell. This kid needs to hit the gym more and work on his game and we can build this team around him. We got him for four years of intramurals - we might as well.
Alright, this is far long enough. I need to shower and sleep. So fuck off... I mean, good night.