simplicity.

I continue to sort of mail it in, but this is a pretty simple and poignant message. It is also how I have approached life for quite sometime now. You'd think this would go over, wouldn't you? I guess the word needs to spread. Passive aggressiveness and teenage games are the way of the past, people.

fuckus

This picture is just cool. And it happens to be something I am working on. Enjoy.

nfc

Go niners......put it down.

The West coast is the best coast.

cambio

Play on words, maybe.

"If you focus on results you will never change. If you focus on change, you will get results."

"If you change nothing, nothing changes."


I am trying to make at least one small change everyday. This could be related to anything, but making one small change everyday right now, means that when I add the days up, I should be finally free and clear of this weight that has been dragging me down. I can't blame anything anymore, so change is all that is left.

For example, today the change included limiting what could have been homicidal thoughts about two incredibly teetering, squawking, all-over-the-sidewalk, useless girls to mere thoughts of a simple nudge that would topple them and make them shut up and let me get on with my trek to work. I don't know about you, but I'm proud of me.

Progress. Change.

daydreamin.....

Yum. I'm a sucker for a tall, atheltic guy. And good legs, because you have to work for those. What a way to while away a little time in the afternoon, while drowning out the incessant shrieks and bellows of a bunch of dbags I couldn't care less about.

reminder

I had a doctor appointment this morning where I got some great news, for once. Because this appointment was scheduled for 8:15am, I would be missing a little bit of the earliest hour of work. In fact, there was no reason why I wouldn't be in by 9 (I was in by 9), for the remaining 10 hours of my obnoxiously long day.

I sent out a note to this effect to six people. Yes, six people needed to know that I would be somewhere between fifteen and thirty minutes late for work. Six people whose lives would be irretrievably, negatively affected, if I did not tell all six as opposed to the two who actually needed to know. But dutifully, I notified the quorum of six on Friday, that I had a first-thing doctor appointment this morning.

As I woke up this morning and got ready to go, I thought to myself that it would be a nice thing to send out a reminder to the quorum to remind them, yet again, that I'd be in late this morning, but just a skosh. I used my blackberry device to craft just such a message, then sat with the doctor receiving good news, for a change, which will prompt me to go purchase new running shoes after work today.

I strolled out of the doctor's office and out onto 57th street, excited that I know my body well enough to know when it's time to go and check things out and see what the next step is in my recovery to normal me. As I cruised up to my building, I noticed my blackberry flashing and that boss had replied to my reminder email. It was 8:50 when I did this.

"You should have sent me a this last night," it said. "I had something for you to do this morning at 8:30."


I'm unflappable.

second

Boss can do it all, even from Burma. Yes, Burma the country, that is 12 hours ahead of New York.  Boss can't even stop for the sake of vacation.

Today's installment will cover the act of second guessing. Not me second guessing myself, mind you - though that is an unfortunate side effect - but Boss, second guessing every. single. thing. I. do. Literally, everything. Today, an item came through via email, which Boss is frenetically checking from a five star adventure in Burma (no joke). Boss could not read the attachment and so forwarded said email and attachment to me, asking me to open and relay the information back via email. I complied. I noted the contents of the fax, which happened to be a redemption request - something I dealt with on nearly a daily basis at my old firm - and sent the details back via email, as requested. That should have been the end.

But who was the request from?

I pointed out that this was in the first email, and reiterated the name of the investor, the fund being redeemed and the amount of the redemption.

But no, who is actually redeeming?

Again, name of the investor, amount AND the name of the person who signed off on the request.

No, you're not understanding me, who is it FROM???

After getting the same correct answer four times from me, Boss was apparently launched into a tizzy and forwarded the email to a colleague, cc'ing me on the forward, asking yet again, as if to learn me a lesson on how incompetent I am. And guess what? The respondent said - verbatim - what I said. So what the fuck? Thanks for the fucking vote of confidence, Boss. Turns out I know what the fuck I'm talking about. And yeah, I know I was right. It wasn't a guess, so you don't need to try and placate me by letting me know that I was, in fact, correct.

The aforementioned motivation I spoke of in yesterday's entry? It's on blast now.