tips on how not to get ahead in business
Never use phrases like “let’s use the porn/drug subscription model” (give ’em a hit for free and make ’em pay for the rest) when you’re in a meeting with the former CEO’s personal assistant (especially if she’s old school corporate type).
And the Karma Wheel keeps loading *crank* *crank* *crank*
winding up the Karma wheel
last night at Martial Arts I managed to wind my Karma Wheel in a bad way. I serving as the dummy for Coach James, helping demo a kicking drill. My job was just to feed him a round kick and then go for the “ride” (so to speak). He would block/catch the kick with his leg and set me down, then kick me. The reason we were doing this was to help answer another students question. Me, trying to be overly helpful, attempted while this was going on to reproduce the problem the student had (in that he was setting his partner’s feet to close together out of the block). So I throw a good kick, Coach blocks and starts to set my foot down. At which point I decide that I’ll guide my foot closer to set up the situation. Coach wasn’t expecting that and next thing I know I’ve swept him in front of the class. Bad move #1 grasshopper. *crank* *crank* *crank*
He’s surprised, I’m surprised. So jokingly, I retreat behind another student to “hide.” What I missed doing was helping him back up. Bad move #2. *crank* *crank* *crank* Thankfully coach approached the entire situation with his usual intense good mood (he decided that it’s a great move and another training drill). I on the other hand was mortified and embarrassed. Not only because it was a bonehead mistake on my part, but it’s a bad example to set in front of the class. So needless to say it’s only a matter of time before the Karma Wheel swings back and catches me full in the face…
Otherwise things are going well. Apartment cleaning feast is continuing. I should have pictures from the Martial Arts seminar up soon and finally get to the theatre page. Plus I’m seeing Godzilla tonight and taking in my friend Tony DJin’… more on that later.
Random fact #19823: During the spell check for this I discovered Godzilla is in the MS Word spell check dictionary!
bingeing and purging
Today was garbage day. Lately, I’ve been on a cleaning kick and when I got home last night I knew that I needed to tackle an area of the apartment and throw out a ton of stuff. And I had already made the decision about what needed to go first…
My target: Magazines.
Have you ever been called by one of those magazine services? I was, and since my head tends to resemble a large purple lollypop (mmmm… sucker), I said “Sure, I’d love to receive lots of magazines.” And lo, they started to arrive (there’s more to the story than that, but I’ll save that for another blog). So let me describe the magazine situation in mathematics terms:
Lots of incoming magazines + pack rat = lots of piles of magazines
I knew I had a lot. I didn’t realize how many. So I threw all of them down from the loft and their other hiding places into the main area and started to go through them at 6.00pm (I’ll be posting the pictures of this). I’d quickly scan through each, clip any good articles, and then throw them out. Well I decided to keep count of my progress. Five hours and 188 magazines later(!) I gave up. There’s about 40 or so left, but I was starting to hallucinate from fumes from all of the cologne samples. The mix of mental exhaustion, stinky chemical attacks, and YM! (please, please don’t ask about why I get YM!) was something that was not ment for this earth. Thanksfully Di dragged me away from ground zero and played some Cure to help rid me of the O-Town/Brittney effects.
Side note 1: On the plus side I found a couple keepers (including an Internet World from 1994 talking about how great Mosaic was).
Side note 2: While working on ridding myself of the paper menace a telemarketer called selling *guess what*? Magazines!!! She was really nice and we chatted for a while. I learned how the mailing label on a magazine shows how long your subscription will run. Sadly, I discovered I’ll be getting Yahoo Internet Life until I’m 41. I informed her I wouldn’t be renewing after that.