I bring this up because of the snowstorm that just hit Denver. I chose not to go into work yesterday because we had already received 5-6 inches, depending on which newscast you watched. I could go off (and I still may) about how employers suck for just not using their heads. I waited for the snowstorm to stop, at about noon today, before I wanted to try to find my car, which you can see here:
Now, here's what creases me to no end-notice the dummy to the right of the picture, he parked about 14 inches next to my car. Nothing on the other side of their car, but didn't want to step into the deepest of the snow...so box your neighbor in. Yes, I slammed my door into the side of that damn car pretty hard. Why? Because white people suck. I know my apartment complex. This thing either belongs to a hipster or their dipshit girlfriend.
Then the real fun happened. After wiping off most of my car, everything except the front-which I couldn't get to-I got to borrow a shovel from one of the maintenance guys. Huge thanks to him, extremely neighborly. I shoveled out my tires as best I could, and then backed my car almost all the way out of my spot. Problem? I couldn't really see out the front of my car due to the foot plus of snow. Look at the picture. So I turned the car off to get out and get to all the snow on the front of my car. I notice 40 yards or so near the front entrance of my building a car stopped and put on its hazards. I figured I had a couple of minutes and this person was waiting for someone. What would you think? But, of course not. This nitwit decides they need to leave. Mind you, plenty of room to turn around. Nope, had to come right up to my car as I'm cleaning it and motioning me to move it. Again, wicked fuckin' neighborly. I just looked at the woman behind the wheel with the biggest 'Really??' look I could muster. Moved my car to another spot (may have been two spots, probably was) and then walked to the front of the building. Guess who's sitting there, again, with her hazards on? Yup, you guessed. I hate white people.
The bonus of staying home
Other than catching up on some DVR shows? I got another job lead and had a company come back like herpes. My boy Zippy hooked me up, again. Gotta love that kid. I talked to a guy who is looking for a rep for a very small IT solutions company based in Denver. I meet with him on Monday.
Now, the herpes comment? I'll explain. The company I interviewed with this previous Wednesday, the 3-lady firing squad? They're after me like a dog in heat. They made a half-assed offer on Tuesday, no numbers but wanted to see if I could start on Monday. Uh, what? Then they push the new sales manager on me. I asked what the offer was, and they told me (again, for review, straight commission-so, uh, no). I came back and told them I am in no position to take a commission only role, and in the meantime some bells & whistles are going off in my gut and my head. Why the sudden urge to get me in on Monday?-we'll come back to that. I left the door open, however, telling this brand new sales mgr that everything is open to negotiation. Face it, it's a bullshit sales move to bullshit people. I thought this little endeavor was over. Nope. Thursday night I got another call from this sales mgr telling me she understood my dilemma (what dilemma? Who's taking a job without real money? Sorry, I'm not young anymore, I got bills) and could guarantee me the base. Whoopie, I make more than that already, and that ain't sayin' much. I asked for it to be put in writing, along with the compensation plan.
And then I got the letter yesterday, after I confirmed the interview I mentioned above. Timing is everything in life. Well, it's one of the 'everythings' in life. I received the 9 page document at 12:10 yesterday, and the sales mgr called me at 12:16. Read that last sentence again. 6 minutes? Who the hell am I, Doug E. Fresh? (please tell me you get that reference, or I'll be saddened) Go figure, the sales mgr just emailed me again at 1:25 today. I'm not kidding. Now, the voicemail wanted to a) make sure I received the email and what I thought (seriously, 6 minutes??) and b) they'd really like me to take half a day on Monday for this 'once in a lifetime training opportunity'. Ok, I hate being hassled. I loathe being hustled. And one sales mantra everyone can agree with is the following:
"Nobody wants to be sold, but everyone wants to buy".
If you can't comprehend that sentence, quit reading this segment and jump lower. Now, all sorts of bells and whistles are going off, along with a big red blinking light in the back of my head with 'DANGER, DANGER, DANGER' being repeated over and over again. Sometimes I'm slow on the uptake, I get it. But this is starting to scream 'one step above a ponzi scheme or an insurance company' deal. Again, I thought this deal was dead, I had walked away from it.
I talked this over with my boy Zippy and my friend and ol' roomie Veronica-something ain't right, and I will be turning this 'opportunity' down.
So, why all the fuss and me writing about all of this? Two reasons, really-one, that I'm not used to being wanted, at all. And two, that adage about it being easier to find a job when you have one? I'm starting to comprehend. If I were in the spot I was over a year ago hunting desperately for a job, who knows how grave of an error I would make in possibly accepting something that, quite frankly, is beneath my skillset. That is not a cocky statement. If we all took a serious assessment of ourselves, without the grind of money beckoning at us, I think we'd all be surprised at what our real self-evaluations would turn out to be. I'm not taking the chance to make less than I am making now, when I have two potential roles sitting out there that could stretch my current skillset and improve my life in ways that I want. I'm over living by the scramble. I've been doing that since 2008, and I'm tired. I want to earn, dang it. I want a real vacation. I'm talking about things like another baseball trip, or Mexico, or going to Toronto to see my buddy KP, and his family. Going back to New Hampshire in August to hang out at my buddy G-Money's cottage.
Here's the beauty of everything-while some may think I'm bitter, jaded and a curmudgeon-my positive outlook has rubbed off on one person. Ma Dukes finally listened, and she got a new job, starts on Monday. And she got her Christmas present yesterday (hey, she got it, don't even try to tell me I suck for not getting it there by December. That's how we operate at times, especially when money is tight).
News
Good, screw this guy. He ought to get the chair, just for that weak-ass defense.
See, by reading the headline, I would have no issue at all with someone helping a friend get a job, especially since they'd worked together in the past. And then I see where they worked together. And what they're doing-or, not doing. What I don't like is the wealth-envy angle of this. Why does the dollar amount matter? My eyes look more toward the lack of solving a problem here. Cronyism happens everywhere. Of course you'd try and help a friend and former colleague get a job. If you liked them and worked well with them in the past, seems pretty simple, doesn't it?
And then, the governor came out with this gem, and now I call 'Bull'. The governor of the state of Colorado has no idea how about the frustration of people out of work, waiting for an unemployment check to clear, trying to figure out which bills to pay. Please, I ask all politicians, quit trying to tell me and everyone else you feel the pain. You haven't felt pain in years. Not hunger pains, not no insurance pains, not can't afford new shoes for an interview pain. Just stop.
Sports
I don't like Jim Calhoun. Never have. However, I do wish him a speedy recovery, if possible. It's better to have him on the sidelines to beat than at home.
Josh Hamilton had a relapse into his alcohol addiction. My heart goes out to him. No one knows really about addiction until they've had it or lived with it. Some addictions are acceptable. An addiction to shopping? No problem. To working out? Nope, 'they look great'. But once booze, opiates or pills come into the equation, everyone's antennae are up-and some folks are just plain dumb when it comes down to it. Josh Hamilton has addressed it, and I wish him luck. Everyday will be a struggle, but when he's beating his demons, the guy is a special baseball player.
8 Points? Wow, that is badass, congrats to Sam Gagner. What's really badass? He got all 3 stars of the game. Can't remember if I've ever heard of that one.
If you remember Tecmo Bowl, you might want to support these guys.
Big Game Prediction
NY Giants @ New England (-3 ½): With the hook, I'm on board. I don't like it, don't like the matchups, my gut is screaming at me that Giants QB Eli Manning will be able to pick apart that awful back 7 of New England's D. I wanna puke, but......NY Giants.
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