inhale, exhale
We missed our mark. It becomes increasingly difficult to finish what alcohol is left in the apartment if you go out and buy more. Don't lose faith. It will get done. It has to.
In hindsight, this past (last) weekend feels uneventful. Sunday we went to the airshow over Lake Washington which involved a bus ride all the way from Hell to Breakfast. After that, we redressed an issue that had yet been unresolved. We live literally 3 blocks away from the Space Needle. It is always visible, like it's looking over your shoulder or something. Yet, we had never been to the top. Thirteen dollars later, we fixed that. It's actually an impressive view from the top, and I got some nice pictures. At the gift shop I picked up some more souvenirs for you goddamn alcoholics, which is precisely what I looked like when I was buying them. Maybe it's not too far from the truth, but in rebuttal I submit, "you don't know me."
My gym membership runs out tomorrow. My last day is Friday. I fly out on Saturday. Damn, that's cathartic. Canada Sunday? House meeting Monday? It'll be good to see people again, although I'm sure I'll miss the bachelor-style living. There's just something about having a downtown apartment, with everything taken care of, and negative responsibilities. I trust college will be no different, only with more ladies*.
I went to this round-table at work today for people who sell on Amazon. Imagine the kind of person who sells thing online for a living. Then imagine giving them to microphone to yell at the CEO of the company that allows them to make a living being a professional garagesaler. It was painful to watch. One gentleman actually requested that we not create better tools for sellers, because he had gotten good at using the current tools, and didn't want to lose his competetive advantage. It made me happy when Jeff Bezos effectively and eloquently called this man a jackass, in business terms. Another woman went into a long, rambling analogy regarding buyers and sellers as being some kind of fish in a river with murky water. She effectively lost everyone in the room, and made herself look like a fool. I was reminded of Billy Madison, with the "At no point in your rambling, incoherent response were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought." Other than that at work I'm just tying up loose ends, writing documentation, and helping other people get up to speed on what it is I've done. Consulting is not exactly mind-blowing work.
*what's up ladies?
In hindsight, this past (last) weekend feels uneventful. Sunday we went to the airshow over Lake Washington which involved a bus ride all the way from Hell to Breakfast. After that, we redressed an issue that had yet been unresolved. We live literally 3 blocks away from the Space Needle. It is always visible, like it's looking over your shoulder or something. Yet, we had never been to the top. Thirteen dollars later, we fixed that. It's actually an impressive view from the top, and I got some nice pictures. At the gift shop I picked up some more souvenirs for you goddamn alcoholics, which is precisely what I looked like when I was buying them. Maybe it's not too far from the truth, but in rebuttal I submit, "you don't know me."
My gym membership runs out tomorrow. My last day is Friday. I fly out on Saturday. Damn, that's cathartic. Canada Sunday? House meeting Monday? It'll be good to see people again, although I'm sure I'll miss the bachelor-style living. There's just something about having a downtown apartment, with everything taken care of, and negative responsibilities. I trust college will be no different, only with more ladies*.
I went to this round-table at work today for people who sell on Amazon. Imagine the kind of person who sells thing online for a living. Then imagine giving them to microphone to yell at the CEO of the company that allows them to make a living being a professional garagesaler. It was painful to watch. One gentleman actually requested that we not create better tools for sellers, because he had gotten good at using the current tools, and didn't want to lose his competetive advantage. It made me happy when Jeff Bezos effectively and eloquently called this man a jackass, in business terms. Another woman went into a long, rambling analogy regarding buyers and sellers as being some kind of fish in a river with murky water. She effectively lost everyone in the room, and made herself look like a fool. I was reminded of Billy Madison, with the "At no point in your rambling, incoherent response were you even close to anything that could be considered a rational thought." Other than that at work I'm just tying up loose ends, writing documentation, and helping other people get up to speed on what it is I've done. Consulting is not exactly mind-blowing work.
*what's up ladies?