$5 to park downtown
$4 bleacher seat ticket
$5 for a small bag of pistachios and a bottle of blue gatorade outside the stadium
$6 hot dog
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20 bucks for a full Thursday afternoon game with a team contending for a wild card/division against a division leading club (Cincinnati). I got to see 3 HRs, a guy throw 102 MPH, and someone stole home, which I'd never seen live before. And it dawned on me-in what major metro area could I watch pro baseball and get away with $20?? Certainly not back east. Most definitely not Fenway, hell no on the new(er) Yankee Stadium, not Citi Field, not Philly, maybe Pittsburgh, and for sure not Wrigley. Wish one of my friends would have kicked out of work, but not to worry, I enjoyed a day at the ballpark by myself. What can I say, I'm self-entertained.
I had an interview yesterday that went well, I even think there was a job offer in the discussion somewhere, but I can't take it. The BI Sales job turned out to be a custom CRM application sales. It's a few degrees different from what tweaks my noggin', and it would be commission only. Sorry, but I need a bit more security than that right now. At least that's what I'm looking for. And the guy talked in circles...Met for an hour, and yet another guy who yapped for 45 minutes about his successes. Congrats, buddy, on all the glory and the cash, but he wants to be far too focused and in a niche. That doesn't work in the business world, ya gots to expand, especially with a solution that's so easy to work with. Ah, well. On to the next!
Go figure, right after I got home from that meeting, I got a call about another job-and it ended up being a phone interview. On a Friday afternoon. Huh, weird, but not unimaginable (well, not anymore-because it happened). And I guess I moved on to the next round, because my resume and 'notes' will be passed up the chain.
Happy 60th, Richard J.
Pops, today you'd be 60. You are missed every day-by many people. I miss bullshittin' with you about the stuff we always talked about-wine, women and song. And by that I mean you waxing poetic about how stupid infused vodka is, how Ma is a cluttermonster (and my dating calamities, of which there are many), and discussing old comics, Motown, and the Rat Pack. I hope you're out there somewhere at the end of the bar, I'll clink to you later today.
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Now playing: Frank Sinatra - Here's To The Losers
via FoxyTunes
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