They cut through cans and STILL slice a tomato with the sharpness of Louis CK discussing father's day. Human flesh does not mesh with Ginsu knives however as the human flesh loses the battle. Badly. And that person being a parent of two children ages four and seven with four boxes of band-aid cannot find out that does not have Dr. Doofenshmirtz or a Disney princess on the front. So to save face and the embarrassment of reaching for a sharp blade and forgetting my recent anatomy lesson that while skin does amazing things (especially on Marissa Miller and she got to hang out with Captain Morgan! So jealous) does not withstand a blade that if you call RIGHT NOW, you can a five-piece blade set AND no shipping and handling for just $19.99! What they don't add are the band-aid costs as they are needed when a half-sleeping dolt reaches into the soap covered sink and splices his digit.
Despite Agent P battling the evil doctor on the same finger that holds a $10 wedding ring found in the back alley of Nuevo Progresso, Mexico, I bleed for my tens of readers who drop by. You're welcome :)
Yesterday I did something that was put in the back closet with my Playstation 2 and sex toys nearly seven years ago. Actually, that's my real closet this one was proverbial and at work and I doubt corporate rules allow anal beads in the workplace.
I went on two interviews.
Informational only but this employee, this father, this mix of degeneracy and hard work finally decided another piece was missing and trying to obtain a job that matches my new found drive to make something more of myself but it wasn't to seek a bigger paycheck. In the two interviews one paid more, one had a good vibe. Vibes are good, money can be replaced by people who don't understand four card poker (quick poker tip to those trying to beat the Rush PLO games... to beat the monkeys, you need to play like one to some extent, I suggest alcohol and a lot of buy-ins because my graph, while it ticks upward looks like something you'd go dashing for a defibrillator to correct). The hiring manager looked beyond my obvious rust in this setting and spelled out a job description that fit my plans, and while the pay is about the same, the opportunities to advance and get to where I'd like to go (Australia, Key West, Keeley Hazells's cleavage) are there. The second position paid more, fit my skills, but had the personality of bed lint.
The thought of coming in and not talking to my co-workers on a strict 9-5 Monday-Friday schedule much like a cubical prison did not appeal. I'd go back to being a collector if more cash and high-pressured job contained in three walls sounded sexy. Cash is sexy, pressure causes acne and 50 page rants about parking spaces being too small at the Mall of America. Plus like my job on the weekend, and similar to doing recaps I will feel like I'm contributing to something. A small part, just like at the PokerStarsBlog, but a part that fills a need for readers nonetheless.
I'll never be the phoenix, the BMOC, the lead actor, but rather I enjoy plugging in my two cents worth of sweat and watching something or someone become successful as a result. And to further my recent revival without hymns or born-again retreats its time to make it happen at work as well.
Oh, a quick personal note.
Actually this has been all personal but the sentence came out and so it be.
MR. APA managed to find enough right with my final paper after I researched the perfect APA-formatting template to fit my unneccessarily neatly crafted eight page research on job retention and I aced it. A third straight Dean's List and 20 free tokens at Chuck E. Cheese IS MINE!