Conversation I had tonight on Halo 2

I actually had a 10 minute conversation with a 13 year old on halo2 today who did nothing but scream the whole round. I ended up making him cry. I started by saying, "I bet your mom isn't home." "FUCK YOU, SHE'S NOT, BUT FUCK YOU!" "I'm also sorry that your dad left." "HOW THE FUCK COULD YOU KNOW THAT???? FUCK YOU!!!!" "well, when did you get a key to your house?" "FUCK YOU!" "seriously, when did you get a key to your house?" "WHEN I WAS 9" "I bet that's when the fighting got real bad." "LOOK MAN, I DON'T WNAT TO TALK ABOUT IT." "well, just hit B. You'll be able to leave and never see me again. Now, about your father, how far away did he move?" "VIRGINIA... I'M IN OHIO" "Dude, I realize you want a ton of attention otherwize you wouldn't be talking shit and screaming the whole round to make us all mad at you. We all know you're there. Shit, you won the round. Anyways, I know you want to mess with people who you can make mad, but I hope you enjoyed talking to someone who pays attention to you." [WHILE STARTING TO CRY] "FUCK YOU, I DON'T NEED ATTENTION. WHO ARE YOU? FUCKING DR PHIL? GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW I HATE YOU!" "I win. You're crying. Goodbye."


owned.

And it begins...

Today is the beginning of the future. I win. I'm happy.

rediscovering old favorites

I got SMASHED today on the phones. I actually had some old crumudgeon tell me to get a real job and hang up on me. I called him back and let him know I'm a graduate of one of the finest business schools in the country and that I have the best job I could ever dream of because I get the opportunity to really help people with the one thing that everyone worries about; money. To which he replied, "I don't want to talk to you and you're an asshole." Some people are just creeps. I should have finished that conversation with, "Oh, and by the way, what did you do for a living? Work out in this 100 degree heat? Break your back day in and day out for nothing? Come home and wonder how you were going to pay bills? Well, by the time I'm your age I'll have nothing to worry about because of this 'fake' job. By the age at which you retired I will have been retired for a decade. When we are both dead, my family will have nothing to worry about while yours is worring about where they are going to find the money to burry you. So who has the real job now, bitch? You got served."



Anyways... I was looking through my hard drive and found a bunch of CDs I ripped from my CD collection (yes, they are legit, legal, mp3s for a change) and punched up Wycleff Jean's The Carnival. Man do I love this CD. It's easily my most under rated CD. It's got a lil of everything and really is good to listen to from beginning to end. Great shit.

I also got a haircut today:




I have an important appointment tomorrow, so I'm going to bed.

<3

grrr.

If I don't get an appointment sceduled this week I'm going to...

...keep trying until I do, I guess. I need results.

And this cold needs to go away right meow. I'm still coughing at night. Almost never during the day, but at night, cough cough cough cough cough. You get the idea. So now I'm going to go dope myself up seeing as attempt #1 to rest through a blistful night's slumber failed miserably.

This post was brought to you by disease. Disease. Enjoy the ride.

Cold Breaking

Success! My cold is getting it's ass kicked by Zyrtec and nasonex! Guess it was alergies after all. I still feel shitty when I wake up, but as soon as I cough a few times and blow my nose it's all good. Only problem now is that I feel out of it all day. I tried typing something meaningful before and ended up with gobledeegook and deleted it. So the "Does Zyrtec make you drowsy" poll stands at 1 and 1. Drufus says "no, I"ve taken it for years" and my mother says, "yes, every time I take it I end up sleeping all day." I guess it's going to take some getting used to.

I had another wierd dream last night. I don't remember enough of it to tell the story here. I'll try and remember to run out to the living room and get typing as soon as I get up, but as I said above, when I get up I feel like poop.

eharmony has been pretty quiet these past couple weeks. I don't think putting in extra hours at work and getting sick has helped. Neither has my trapesing all over the east coast on the weekends. Whatever, yo.

I've been sitting in front of this computer listening to Black Label Society for about 4 hours now, so I'm going to get the fuck out of here for a while, sick or not.

Call on me

Video code provided by Music Video Codes

OK, since I started playing with myspace I've been getting involved with stupid stuff like adding music videos and junk to my lil site over there. I was just wondering if it would show up here, and it does, so now I get to comment on it. Thus, I love the 80s. 1 piece with thong back, leggins, big hair. I saw this vid on someone else's myspace and then proceded to watch it about 10 times. I think it's awesome and the chick whos the instructor is SOOOO hot. Nice.

I am feeling better allready. I think all I needed was a good weekend of rest. In fact, since friday night I haven't worn a shirt or shoes. win. Today I will maintain my state of sloth and hopefully by tomorrow morning I'll be feeling at least 80%. My voice is back, which is the main problem I had with being sick in the first place. Whatever. This post sucks, and now you have to listen to Eric Prydz every time you come here until it gets bumped into the archives.

Zyrtec conspiracy

Does Zyrtec make you drowsy? Eckerd seems to think so.

What handgun am I?

Smith & Wessen .44 Magnum. You are old school. Fat
Sheriff Deputies fancy you. Reliable but not
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fo real fo real

OK, sickness still on par of a real sickness, so I went to the doctor today. I was scared to find a new doctor and get everything squared away with someone who'd never met me before, but I did it all myself. Figured it all out, found my insurance and prescription cards and found the place all by myself. I even talked with human resources to find out when I can change from shitty blue cross blue shield to a real insurance plan and set a to-do in broker vision so I'd remember.

Doc looked at me like I was a pussy and was like, "guess we caught this one nice and early." Then I said, "Doc, did you notice the bullet hole in the back of my throat because it hurts a lot." "no." "Well, if that isn't gone by monday you're going to an ENT specialist." Great, so I still have to deal with this fucking stab wound in the roof of my mouth until monday. I think it's from eating chips or hard bread at work and cutting the dogshit out of the roof of my mouth. Regardless, my mouth hurts and I had to spend 15 bucks on advill. Fuck it. I'll just eat mad pills until I feel good and sleep.

Anyways, I got Nasonex nasal spray and zyrtec (which is so small I'm afraid I won't swallow it if I'm not careful). I used both this afternoon at around 4 when I got back along with some advil and a few glasses of water. I wanted to wait until they kicked in to go to work because I still couldn't talk and I felt like shit so I kicked back on the couch and listened to some tunes... and slept until about 6 when brad called a couple times to see what I was up to. So basically, I was worthless at work today. Went in for a few hours, made about 70 dials, left for the doctor, came home, slept all afternoon, and now I'm sitting here drowsey like Frank The Tank with a dart in his neck from these meds. I almost bought nodoze to counteract the zyrtec, but I am trying to keep finances to a bare minimum. Chock Full O' Nuts is going to have to live up to the task.

Unfortunately, if I don't shape up real soon I'm going to miss out on a whole weekend, but whatever. At least I'll get to sleep and by monday I hope to be back to my old self again.

Ever notice how when you're sick for a couple days you can't remember the last time you were healthy? Right now I'm looking back on all those days I could speak clearly and swallow without any pain and wishing I had appreciated them more while I had them. Whatever, I'm just a puss in boots. I can take a boot to the face, but a post nasal drip = incapacitated.

I'm going to go back to napping seeing as that's what I should be doing anyways.

I stabbed a man in the heart.

I stabbed a man in the heart

Check that shit out, fool.

Anyways, I'm feeling exactly the same today even though I went to bed early and slept in this morning. I am going to bed now to see if doing that same thing twice helps. I am sooooo looking forward to this weekend. Saturday I'm determined to get into work in the afternoon. I need to get through a chunk of my list that I haven't hit yet and make some solid call backs, so saturday it is. I am also looking forward to sleep.

I feel like I"m writting dispatches from my boat... wait... this guy is.

Yeah, I'm sick

I hope I'm at the worst of it today. I ate so many freaken advil so I could stay on the phones at work... and then didn't make many calls at all. Oh brunnen. Anyways, I'm going to bed "early" tonight, so this is all you get.


oh, and I started a myspace thing after months of urging by Cousin Fil. Here's the link: http://www.myspace.com/21789577

go me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111111ione

Rough Week

OK, it's only a rough .5 week, but it sucks none the less. I am experiencing reality on a great scale and it sucks. Gone are the days where I could wake up on a saturday and drive to VT to spend the night at a friend's place. That costs 140 bucks in gas minimum. Gone are the days where whatever I made was mine to keep besides the little bills here and there. Now I have rent, utilities, laundry, phone, internet, cable, dry cleaning (I hate this one a lot), gym, ezpass, Men's Wearhouse, Cell, furnature payments, and a ton of other minor bullshit charges that eek up on me. I seriously am in a pinch. I'm cancelling everything I don't use every single day. I don't know how this is going to work, but I have to start opening accounts NOW. I need to get people in the door, I have to set appointments, I have to get things done or I'm going to be up shit's creek. Speaking of, I have to go pay overdrafts fees on an account I thought I closed months ago because ezpass tried to pull money out of it. Oh boy!

Oh, and I'm sick. I don't know how you catch a cold in July, but I have one. I am starting to feel fluid building up behind my left ear too. That's all I need, a fucking ear infection. I guess it's time to figure out what doctors I can go to with my amazing benefits package. It's been a long long week thus far, and it's going to be a long long year if clients don't start lining up.

It was Henry V

I can't believe I forgot what play this was from. I couldn't get to sleep until I found it, and once I did I felt stupid for not remembering enough of it to even have the ability to search for it. Ended up reading most of Henry IV part 1 and 2 and Henry V before I found it... and here it is:

"This day is called the feast of Crispian:
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian:'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars.
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispin's day.'
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names.
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Harry the king, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember'd.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember'd;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition:
And gentlemen in England now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day."

See, Helder, I told you I'd figure that shit out... now I'm off to bed.

Awesome Dan is Married

This is Awesome Dan and Tom. They decided that a good visual description of their friendship would be sweetener and bread. Why? Who knows.

So Awesome Dan is married. That still doesn't sound right. It doesn't feel right. It doesn't seem like this is really happening. The dude I know from as far back as my non damaged brain cells can remember is now .5 of Mr. and Mrs. Awesome Dan. I'm proud of him for how awesome a day it was yesterday. It was really a special wedding. They could have been the happiest most confident couple I've ever seen. There wasn't one moment where either one of them even looked like they were deep in tought. It was all proud smiles.

The reception was by far the best time I've had in a long long time. Of course, Awesome Dan was pulled in a lot of directions, but it was great to be there for him. I spent a lot of time talking with his older family members and friends, including the parents of one of Angela's friends, Uncle Joe, Grandad, Grandma Murray, etc. Got some good networking in, but it was just cool to be with a family that is so happy. Not one ounce of bad anything in that room. Unbelieveable.

Only thing I would have changed is I wouldn't have given the fucking bartender/bottle opener a $5 tip when I didn't have a $1 on me. He didn't deserve it.

The only thing that was really wierd was the feelings I had when Dan was actually at the ceremony. I was so happy and proud for Dan and his family, but it's hard to live through something like a wedding without viewing the situation through lenses colored by your own experiences. I wanted that to be me not too long ago. After getting so close to that stage in my life it's hard to sit there and watch your lifelong friend do it and realize you're single. It wasn't a huge deal at all, but there was a split second when Dan was looking down the aisle at his bride and was smiling so hard I thought he was going to hurt himself that I really felt shitty. It was seriously a 5 second thing, but I thought I'd mention it because you guys are my therapy.

I have a lot more to say about this weekend, but I'm hungry, so I'm firing up the fo grill and tossing on some steak. Goodbye

Best of the Week

Me: "I made 80 contacts today, but 76 of them hung up on me."
Mike: "What? Were you calling them on a camera phone?"

Mike: "Scott and I were talking about selling our houses and moving down to delaware to live like royalty. Shit. If you make $100,000 down there they name the state after you."

center

For some stupid reason my sidebar is centered all the way down now. I added a link to NJBloggers and now it's all fucked up. I'll get on this soon enough. It's been pissing me off for weeks, but I haven't made my official statement on the state of the blog sidebar until now...

I fucking hate pandas

I was looking for a picture to go along with my hatred of pandas when I ran across this gentleman. I agree 100%. Not only do I hope pandas go extinct sooner than later, I think people who love pandas should also be fucking extinct. Fuck em!

That's just the way it goes, kid.

If you stand in the middle of the street there are two things that can happen. 1. You get smashed by a car. 2. The cars miss you. The longer you count on option 2, the more likely option 1 is going to happen. It's just the way things are. If you stand there long enough you will die. It's easy to just stand there and not do anything, but with just a little bit of effort you can get yourself out of the street and back onto the sidewalk where you're safe unless something out of the ordinary happens.

Unfortunately for people that count on me, I'm an option 1 kind of guy. There are so many times I just let things happen around me and hope that if I just let them happen that I'll escape. It's only a matter of time until all the shit I've put off and ignored splatters me and here I am. Watching myself get chewed up by the world I've built around myself.

All I need is an old man who's been watching this all happen to say, "that's just the way it goes, kid." to make this a fucking scene from a shitty movie.

I have called myself a tragic hero on this blog a few times in the past. I know I'm tragic, but until I've saved someone, I'm going to knock off the hero stuff. When there is one person in your life that you've wanted nothing but to impress/make happy/cause to smile/etc since you were a child and all you end up doing is make a fool of yourself/piss her off/do stuid shit/make a fool of yourself/etc it starts to feel like the world is working against you. Then you realize it's just all your fault.

I wonder why I let this happen. I just let myself enjoy the fact that plans were made and didn't do shit to make the plans go from the drawing board to the battle field. Now that it's go time, I have nothing in place. NOTHING! On top of that I let myself get so absorbed by my job that I have missed several opportunities to make things right. I think it's just my own stupid insecurities. I am at a loss for words. When everything was set in motion I was so happy, but then did nothing. I just figured things would work themselves out, but that's not possible without a tiny bit of effort from myself. Did I put that effort in ahead of time? No. Is it probably too late to get them done? Yup. Do I need to pick up the phone and fail? Yes.

I think it's time to just lay it out.

The last time I thought things were just going to work themselves out I was wrong.

I don't know what else to say, but more likely than not I'll have nothing else to lose very soon and will have no reason to watch my words.

I am so fucking frustrated and confused. Not by what I don't understand and what I must do, but by the way I let myself get like this again and again and again and never see this bullshit coming until it's too late.

fail.

November 23rd

The date november 23rd is the last time I was at Pro Fitness in Rockaway, NJ to get my lift on. I am finally back at the gym. I don't know how serious I am going to be able to get on my own, but I'm going to do the best I can to get good hard lifts in alone. Today, for instance, I did dumbell bench because I couldn't kill myself doing it. I may not be able to go real heavy on barbell bench, but I sure as hell can do it with dumbells. Tomorrow is a golf day, but wednesday I'm going to give deadlift a shot. I love deadlifting, and it's another lift I can do alone as heavy as I'd like to go. Then thursday is another golf day (I'll explain in a second) and friday will be squat. Squat is the only real strange one to do alone, but I can just put saftey bars in the rack and at least I won't die. I may get semi squished, but that's a small price to pay for being able to kick my own ass.

So today's lift went like this:

.5 mile run (5:45 minutes)

Dumbell bench, 3 sets, 45, 65, 85
Shoulder press, 3 sets, 45, 45, 45
Shoudler Complex, 3 sets, 20 20 20
Tricept push downs, 3 sets, 120, 140, 150
Cable Curls, 3 sets, 120, 140, 150

I told myself if I was feeling good afterwards I'd go get my golf clubs from my parents' house and get to the driving range a few times. I've decided to go twice a week while it's nice out. I'm hoping at 6 or 7 when I get out of work, go get changed, and get to the driving range it will be cooled off enough to only make me sweat through one shirt while driving a bucket of balls. Candy's father gave me some good golf tips while I was up at his graduation party (yes, Candy is a dude... sort of) and I'm looking forward to giving them a try. Right now my focus at my job is getting on the phones and reaching as many people as I can, but in the future I am going to want to do more things like hang out with people at country clubs, community events, etc, so I MUST get better at golf. I am not horrible, but I lack the flexibility to really shine with a driver without serious work. I also am only mediocre at putting, so my game is basically drive the ball a couple yards, bust out the 3 iron, put the ball on the green, 3 put it. I need to at least get myself to the point where I'm able to finish a round of golf without killing anyone so I can go out and relax and just have a good time. Tomorrow will be the start of opperation get good at golf.

The other reason I'm trying to get back into the gym and on the golf course is to reverse this trend I'm falling into. I lost about 50lbs over the past 6 months by eating right, but that only goes so far. I'm really not that active at all right now. I go to work, sit at my desk and drink coffee all day, drive 5 minutes home, make dinner, and play xbox/eq/type on this stupid blog/talk to ladies on eharmony/etc all night. On the weekends it's normally a walk to the bars or a night of booze in the moonlight at a friend's house. I had a long drive to and from VT this weekend and did a lot of thinking. I evalutated my activity level and realized that I really don't do shit. I went from pro athlete to pro 3 toed sloth and it's not good. I think I'm looking aiight for not doing shit. I think that has to do with dropping the 50lbs, but in order for me to take my health/looks to the next level I need to get my stupid ass out of the apartment and actually break a sweat. So thus, I'm going to the gym on monday, wednesday, and friday, and hitting the driving range on tuesday and thursday. My half mile run today was below average at best, but I really didn't want to kill myself on the first day in so I wouldn't be too beat up to go back on wednesday. I just hope to get slightly better and over time get myself back to running 3 or 4 miles at a time. When did I do that? High school LaCrosse, that's when, fucker. Helder wants to come to the range tomorrow, but I don't know how often he wants to go. Brad wants to go, the driving range is in his backyard, but who knows with his job when he'll be able to go. Most likely I'm going to have to twist my own arm to get myself out the door, but I HAVE to do it. I can't let myself atrophy into a fucking slob just because it's easy.

I think I've finally lost as much weight as I'm going to by cutting out all bullshit, so this is going to be a good test of will power. If I can get to the gym 3 times a week for a month, I'll be there for good. I also heard that my old lifting partner is boxing in town, so I'm going to try to catch him this week and see what it would take for me to join him at his boxing gym. If anything will whip my ass into shape it's boxing. Best workout ever. When I was kickboxing I would go for an hour and barely make it home due to exhaustion. I can't even get like that playing basketball, lax, football, running, etc. Boxing is the best. Plus, I'll get to punch things. Bonus.

OK, enough words for you.

WTF with the dreams allready?

This week I've dreamed about cold calling or the market every single night. Last night I had a wierd one that I'd like to chronicle before I forget it:

I was sitting at a table and I was deep in thought. There was a guy sitting accross the table from me trying to give me advice. Then he slid a HK .45 pistol (I can see the gun very clearly) accross the table at me (but he was sliding it BACK to me) and he tells me, "Look. You'd be supprized how easy it is to kill someone you care about. Much easier than strangers." That was all I needed. I put the pistol back in my holster and walk out of the place with a smile on my face and knowing I was going to do it to the best of my ability.

I went out for dinner last night, drove home, and went to sleep. Work was work, nothing special there. Why the hell am I dreaming I'm in hitman training school? Bizarro.



I'm going to go drive to VT because I said so. Goodbye.

Tie for best line of the week!

OK, the two best lines from this week are as follows:

Scott to Anthony, "Hey, the liquor store called. They're worried about you."

Mike to Anthony during a conversation about shoe polish:

Anthony: "I just can't seem to get these shoes to shine."
Mike: "I wouldn't wear those shoes to a rock fight."

I can't decide which I like better, so line of the week is a tie.

Nothing Else Matters

Every day has become a bit of an adventure. I've been working my ass off and trying to line up my bills so I don't get my knee caps broken and it's just making the days shorter and shorter. For the first couple months I let things slide a bit and got myself situated without the hastle of having to face reality, but now that I'm fired up and going full speed ahead, things have to be dealt with. Work went better today. I am going to have to keep at this like I have been for the next few YEARS. I keep feeling like this next conversations going to start the chain of success, but then I make a great connection with someone and leave it at just sending my card. That's how it works.

With every late night and every real life issue I have with my job I get closer to the guys I work with. Every time I sit alone in my office watching the cleaning lady vaccume the hallways and call I get smiles from the older guys who can remember what it was like when they were in my shoes. Today Mike came in and helped me out with some new calling ideas. I really like him, and he's been very sucessful, so I want to soak up every bit of information he throws down. Same with Scott and Anthony. Those three guys are my best resource for real issues with real customers that are above my current level of knowledge. Not that I can't give them the same level of service that the older guys give, but it just takes me a bit longer to find the right path. When it comes to getting started, it's always a talk with either Ari, or Madrigal. Both of those guys are in the same boat as Helder and I, and they are only a short time ahead of us. Basically, I'm proud to be a member of this office. It means a lot to me to be one of the guys.

Scott said something today that struck home. His dad was a trader on the floor of the NYSE for 40 years. He was coming in today to see him, and he described him like this: "He's all business. He lives for this business, just like Allen. All business. Nothing else matters." I know that's what it takes, and I want to be like that. I don't know if it's the healthiest thing for me to do, but I want to sink myself so deep into this that nothing else matters. I want to live eat and dream this job. I want to see tickers in my dreams and fibiocci diograms when I wake up. This job is everything I could ever ask for, and when I make it I will be where I've always dreamed I would be. Sucessful.

I had plans for tonight, but they fell through as my cell phone rested on my desk completly silent. Once at 6 when my appointment fell through, and once at 6:30 when my other plans went down the tubes. Oh well. Shit happens. And there will always be the business.

Tomorrow I have plans. They won't fall through. Then saturday I go to VT to hang with Candy and Drufus. I hear The Mertz is going to show his ugly self important face, but I hope we've grown past our differences...

I don't know when my next post will be, but I'll do my best to be better at giving you assholes something to pass the time.

Goodbye.

300/80/0

The title of this post is the number of dials/number of contacts/number of qualified prospects from today. I got my ass kicked in by the town of wharton. I spent most of the day calling people and getting smashed. I didn't put one person into broker vision, not one highlighted name, not one referral source, nothing. I did have 1 good conversation with a man I had spoken with out in st.louis, but 1 conversation out of 80 is a rough ratio to handle.

I finished my laundry around 1:45AM and ended up rolling into work an hour late. I spent all last night arguing with cablevision, sprint pcs, wachovia, and various other losers. I'm trying to adjust my expenses to be more inline with what I actually need, and it takes a ton of time to get it all figured out. Is it because it's complicated stuff? No. Is it because I'm not sure what I want and need to be coached through the decision making process? No. Is it because there aren't enough customer service agents to handle all the needs of their clients? No. Then why is it? Because the dumbasses that man the phones at these places don't know their asses from holes in the ground. They stink on ice. I had a 45 minute conversation with cablevision that went a little like this:

me: Hi, I tried to log onto www.cablevision.com to set up my online billing and there was an error that said I had to call customer service.
Miss Jones: OK, put in your account number in the box.
me: OK... error, call customer service
Miss Jones: OK, please hold.
[5 minutes later]
Miss Jones: Allright, put in your account number WITH the dashes
Me: incorrect format.
Miss Jones: Log out and back in without the dashes
Me: Call customer service
Miss Jones: Please hold.
[5 minutes later]
Miss Jones: Allright, put in your account number WITH the dashes
Me: incorrect format.
Miss Jones: Log out and back in without the dashes
Me: Call customer service
Miss Jones: Please hold.
[5 minutes later]
Miss Jones: Allright, put in your account number WITH the dashes
Me: incorrect format.
Miss Jones: Log out and back in without the dashes
Me: Call customer service
Miss Jones: Please hold.
[5 minutes later]
Miss Jones: Allright, put in your account number WITH the dashes
Me: incorrect format.
Miss Jones: Log out and back in without the dashes
Me: Call customer service
Miss Jones: Please hold.
[5 minutes later]
Miss Jones: Someone's going to have to call you back. Are you satisfied with the level of service?
Me: hahahahaahahaha lolz!!!!!!!!111111 No. [click]

Nobody ever called me back. If they don't want to take my money then I won't give it to them.

Sprint PCS went like this:

Me: I'm going to make this very simple for you, pal. I was a 3rd party dealer up until february and have a deep understanding of how this all works. I'm going to change my plan and yes, I understand I'll have a new 2 year agreement. Now here's what I want EXACTLY. I want to lower my base plan to the $35 fair and flexible plan and I want to remove vision with ready link and add vision picture pack. I want every other option to stay the same. This includes 7pm night and weekends, insurance, etc etc etc. Just change those two things and let me know when it's done.
Dude: OK, so what do you want to do?
Me: ... base plan to $35 Fair and Flexible, ready link gone, everything else the same. If you want, I could just give you my CID# and do it myself, but I didn't think that would be right.
[30 minutes of confusion later]
Dude: OK, you're all set, did you know that you can add a line and get a free phone with mail in rebate?
Me: Did you know that you can't add a line to the $35 Fair and Flexible and that the free phone is garbage? Did you also know that the lowest family share plan is the $70 fair and flexible for families? Did you not realize I was calling to reduce my bill? I am a single guy, live on my own, have no need for another line and if I wanted one I'd go to my boys where I used to work.
Dude: but you get a free phone...
Me: Listen, son. You don't even know what you're talking about and you're trying to sell me a phone. Just change my shit and hang up. I'm not putting up with this for another second.
Dude: ... but you...
Me: Change it now, hang up phone.
Dude: ... ok, sir, what plan did you want again?
Me: I am not repeating myself again, and if it's fucked up I'll have your job. [click]

Then on to Wachovia where the only method of payment they'll accept to close out my account that was overdrafted 6 times by their ridiculous fees and bullshit when I didn't even realize it was still open is a money order. That took 30 minutes to almost clear up.

So, here I am. Tired as fuck off a shitty day at work but a great afternoon with Tony. He came over for some pizza and conversation. He's a great kid and needs to spend more time over here. I enjoyed answering his questions because he has a ton of teenager questions that nobody else will answer. I know he's very difficult to handle at times, but in small doses, in quiet and relaxed situations, he is very enjoyable to have around. It's amazing how the human brain works. He is special ed and goes to a special school, but at 19 years old what is he into? Booze, drugs, girls. What is it about those three sins that makes all of us young men lean in and listen closely? He still talks about a sip of coors light he had one day and understands how bad drugs are, but he wanted to know everything I knew about them all. He may not understand things the way I did at 19, but he has the same curiosities I did. I find it amazing. As he's getting older, the conversations are getting longer and more involved. Where he used to just shoot out a question and move on to some other topic he now can move freely from one question to another within one topic of interest. He even moved on from one thing to another smoothly. That sounds silly, but for someone that would get stuck on one topic for hours, being able to have a real intelligent conversation with someone that spanned a wide variety of topics and experiences without being repetitive or boring is a huge step up. He may never drive a car or go to college, but that kid's going to be allright.

I have plans for tomorrow night, but seeing as it's almost 1am and I'm not in bed I don't know how that's going to work out. Thursday nights are big nights at work. Hopefully I'll survive.

as before... pray for mojo

Good times were had by all

What a great weekend. Spent Friday out with Brad, Carly and Carly's friends and met up with Archangel75! Unfortunately a death in the family brought him to NYC from Texas, but it was still cool to meet a friend of mine from xbox live that I've known for so long as a voice. Cool shit.

Saturday was a night out in morristown with cousin fil. Walked to and from the bars and realized how easy it really is to do so. Had a great time. Fil and I need to hang out more.

Sunday was AJ's annual 4th of July weekend extravadanza. I'll keep this short because I have things to do tonight, but I spent most of the night with my pants off, kept the record clean at somewhere around 30-0 at beer pong as team BALKAKKE! (5 years running), drank way too much budweiser E to start the night, and thus was shaking and grinding my teeth when I got home at 6am.

I then slept for 5 hours and went to my aunt's house for some swimming and BBQ. Invited Tony over for dinner on Wednesday. If I can actually remember to pick his stupid ass up we'll have a good time. He loves coming over to my place and I like being a good friend to him. He doesn't get many opportunities to just hang out like a regular dude (he's handicapped, but a great kid).

Then I went home, showered, showed my sister my apartment for the first time, and went over to brad's place, hung out with Archangel again, and saw the greatest private fireworks show ever. Big Tom must have dropped a G on explosives. I was calling for a bottle of gasoline to be blown up next, but that wouldn't have held a candle to the mortars he was firing. Freaken shock and awe all up in this piece.

So now I have some phone calls to make and sleeping to do, so I'm gone. Go over to my photostream to see for yourself.

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