Back in Black
Well, back in the dark wheel of pain and misery that is a responsible work week anyways. The wake board-jet ski-frosty beer-sun-straffed days now just a lip biting memory. The mighty northern Valhalla lies quiet and Doughless once again. A million vacations could never satiate this water-logged heart of mine.
News same. Death, intrigue, protest, whining, ennouie. Give me a day or so to re-ramp my urban-centric cynicism and I'll be back in the saddle, slayin' the floating, wounded rodents once again kids.
Y'all come back now ya hear!
News same. Death, intrigue, protest, whining, ennouie. Give me a day or so to re-ramp my urban-centric cynicism and I'll be back in the saddle, slayin' the floating, wounded rodents once again kids.
Y'all come back now ya hear!
posted by K-Dough at 7:21 AM
13 Comments:
So what you really mean is your still recovering from your weekend?
Fair enough Puppy.
The first day back is truly shitty. I feel your pain.
Welcome back to the real world, mon ami.
I need to figure out a way to wake board for a living. Water sports are definitely my bag.
Wait, I don't mean that in the way you are probably going to take it...
sure sure about the water sports.
that aside, did you happen to race stockwell on his jet-ski?
You know, most of your readers are professional wake boarders. That's the main reason we have so much time to drink and blog.
Sorry to hear that you're not one of us.
Most of my readers are wake boarders? That explains why there are only 5 comments on this post.
I am quite often bored when awake.
Bored? How is that even possible in this modern world of mass media, mass transit and mass information flow? Space and time no longer exist. We are free to be at one with cosmos. How can that be boring?
Ahh...welcome back. But remember, "you can only drive down main street so many times."
First two weeks running my own biz have been an adventure. US customs just held one of my exports for three days because it contained a roll of Velcro tape with no value attached on the Bill of Lading. "I'm not selling them the tape" I argued. "We're US customs and we can have a pickle up our ass whenever we choose" they retorted. Point taken.
Shipment late for their show. My chances of getting final payment from the client are slim, I'd say.
So far it's cost me about $3k to work for two weeks. I'll be a millionaire in no time.
Yikes. I wish you all the luck in the world on that man. I don't have to tell you what they always say about the first year on your own...
Envy your ball size dude...
Leather,
I assumed you were leaving your job in the near future, not that week. Yes, you have balls. I envy you (not about the balls) but for leaving a job that wasn't meeting your needs. I'm "taking one for the team" this week and it's been painful. Things will turn around. Chin up.
I think I'll try out for K's pro water sports team.
Mighty K...it's actually the first TWO years one is fucked, but I've done it on the side for a couple of years already, so I'm hoping to defy that rule.Thanks for the thoughts Pammy and K...didn't mean to go all nego on your asses. I have a sense of humour about it all, and a few projects have gone well. It's definitely not all bad.
Adventure #2...my car lease was up this morning, and I was 44,000 km over my limit.
My choices: pay $3,264.80 in km. penalties, or buy the fucking car for $8k. I chose the latter. I now OWN a car with 140,000 clicks. What an investment!
Pammie, hang in.
Bite your lip and don't tell people to fuck off no matter how badly you want to Leather, and you'll do just fine.
My first business started with 4 guys, 50K, and more bullshit than a Alberta slaughter house. We built it up to over $1 mil a month the first year, and by the end of the second year we had close to 200 employee's.
Then we hired a harvard grad for a CEO to take us public.... whoops. That one cost me almost $500k, but I dusted myself off, walked across the street with one of my partners, and started another the same day the doors closed on the first, and that one has been publicly trading for almost 2 years.
Got bored and started another. This one should break 10 mil this year net.
Moral of the story, just work hard and stay honest, and make sure that every day when you wake up in the morning, that you can look yourself in the mirror, square in the eyes and say "I promise never to intentionally set out to hurt anybody", and you'll do fine.
If that doesn't work, then repeat this mantra: "My accountant said it was okay, my accountant said it was okay", and learn to forge his signature.
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