Archive for June, 2012
for the love of God, stop asking for a radio check. It works just fine.
I know that everyone is just trying to make a living. It’s not easy with all of the overhead and a perishable product not to mention the seedy elements that won’t pay their bills and claim fault after the fact. But hear me out on this one: you would be better acquainted with your product if you spent a day (or two) out with the fishermen that catch it. You would be able to relate to and therefore deal with fishermen more directly; you would become better salesmen being able to speak about the process of fishing more intimately; and you would become better people, because let’s face it: the open ocean changes you and the people who spend their lives on it are just a little better than everyone else. Sorry.
So, just ask one of your fishermen to take you out for a day. I’m sure that they will be happy to oblige if they get to choose the day. And who knows…maybe the next time you scr** them in the A*s you’ll use a little vasoline you Pig F….What’s that honey? I’ll be right there.
How I felt at the party:
I drink too much; I eat too much; I smoke too much; I work too much; I lie; I don’t go to the dentist; I don’t go to the doctor; I often find myself coveting thy neighbor’s wife; I’m insecure; I often smell and don’t know it; I bite my fingernails; I don’t call my mother enough; I don’t see my friends enough and often make up stories to explain why I can’t make it. The fact that I need to get better about making entries on this blog isn’t not on my mind…it’s just that it falls somewhere in the middle of a very long list of little things that I should be improving. Keep checking in though, or you’ll never get your participation ribbon.
Oh, and I ate the worm.
nothing says awkward like trying to navigate into a pond, backwards wearing waders, flippers and a big inflatable diaper. But once your in it’s like fishing out of a lazy boy.
every day until Christmas.