Ha Ha Ha. A while back I said this. And now Business Week Magazine chimes in with this. Of course I'm no longer a corporate puke myself but it's still an noteworthy trend. My MacBook Pro is awesome; my next purchases are gonna be an iPhone and a big friggin' iMac.
Interesting conversation with a Windy-City area business associate this week. She listened to a condensed version of my Great Plains experience, pondered for a moment, and ranted "Why the freakin' F##K did you ever move THERE anyway? What did you EXPECT would happen? What were you THINKING? Was your head up your own ASS? The GP is NO PLACE for free thinkers and innovation agitators! And if you're seeking funding for a business idea you might want to move someplace where THEY CAN SPELL 'VENTURE CAPITAL!' " OK, OK, thanks for the verbal head-slap and, next time, leave the rants to me...
But, given this blog's long-standing philosophy - that Life Is A Tri - I've chalked up my GP wanderings as a temporary detour through life's poison ivy, albeit with some new friends, memories of an awesome wine bar and two or three really good business ideas needing the aforementioned venture capital. No permanent harm was done, though my training went to hell and it's gonna take a LONG time to get back to 2005's fighting form.
Gray, rainy day here in the GSO, with squalls rolling across the lake. Allergy season is in full swing; my prescribed Allegra is barely holding its own. Time to call my ever-faithful, always-on-call PCP for some alternative suggestions.
And, while unobserved and unsupervised, CtWD surveyed the breakfast table and snarfed a bowl of mixed nuts and a package of sweet rolls. Now he's constipated AND hyperactive. Time to chain him to a big tree and let nature take its course. In a few weeks he'll be decamping to T-D #3's city apartment. A welcome sight his draggy, doggy-assed tail will be, waving in the car window as they pull outta the driveway.
Oh, by the way, the Tabasco sauce on the chair leg cured his chewing and gnawing. And it was pretty funny, too.
iPod Shuffle: "Boppin' The Blues" by Carl Perkins, from "Blue Suede Shoes." Perkins wrote the songs; Presley got the glory. Sometimes life does truly suck. Lotsa Perkins on the iPod; no Presley.
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