Personal...Development

I had an interview for another job Friday afternoon.  Probably won't work out;  noncompete and all that, but the mere fact that I was actively managing my life's trajectory was exhiliration.

Speaking of which....

Some hot girl at work sent a long advertisement for...oh what did they call it..."live coaching" and "image consulting" to an email list at work whose only purpose is to facilitate the wasting of time.  I didn't read it, but I saw that the first few sentences were pretty offensive, being that they included an insinuation that the passive aggressive nerds who bitch at each other through this mailing list might not be well dressed socialites.  I predicted there would be hostile responses from other people who read only the first few sentences, and jumped in early to take a shot at the other nerds.  I'm not going to tell you what I said, so I guess you'll just have to trust me that my email was witty and amazing.

Ok that actually wasn't important to the story, I just love bitching about the losers on the mailing list.  I know, I know, I shouldn't be on it, but ever since I lost faith in the veracity of anything on sites like slashdot and digg (see my post about how gay but not erotic books with naked girls on the covers were accidentally categorized as XXX) I only have two options for wasting time after the webcomics run out:  wikipedia, and this mailing list.  Wikipedia binges can easily take out an afternoon, so if I just want to waste five or ten minutes I'm stuck reading an argument over traffic laws or someone's monologue about that time he went to the break room and the coffee machine was empty because some terrible fiend had taken the last cup and not refilled it, or the thing with this guy who wanted a large internet company situated in the hippie-est of cities to provide him a gun locker so he could carry while he rides his bicycle to work.  This is in a city that allegedly outlaws knives.  If I could make up stuff this good I'd be as rich as Stephen King.

Anyway.  Yeah.  Ok.  So after I sent off my rude message I came back later and saw the replies, and they all assumed that I had read the entire message (which is like three pages long) and was a customer.  Its interesting what people give away when they make stupid assumptions.  It piqued my curiousity, and I got through an entire paragraph.  It was indeed a pretty offensive advert, but the person who sent it was attractive so I fired off a reply saying I might be interested.

Then came today.  Today I am in the office on a saturday both to make up for not working friday afternoon and to sneak in a large, personal refrigerator (which probably is a violation of the fire code or something) and plug it into the daisy-chained power strips under my desk (which are absolutely a violation of the firecode).  The fridge is now plugged in, which left only one thing to do:  work.  Unfortunately, I was just told to switch from this interesting thing I was doing, to this boring ass bullshit that is super important.  Ergo, I just read through this entire life coach ad.  It was pretty bad, like I felt like I was watching The Office.  I think I might take them up on it, depending on how much these girls charge.  I don't know how much good it will do to have yet another girl standing in my apartment telling me I should really clean my bathroom more often and getting all weirded out that I wear the same pair of jeans every day, but I suppose this would make a good story.

Also, and I don't know how this happened, but I checked out the website these girls made, and they list like, books that are supposed to magically help your life or something, and despite having never stepped in the "self help" or "personal...something" section of a bookstore, I just reallized I've read the first four chapters of like half of these books.  Think and Grow Rich--read half of that.  Four hour work week, got near the end of that one.  How to win friends and influence people--that one I only read the sleeve, but I think I should get credit for it after making it so far in Think and Grow Rich (the authors knew each other).  So, I'm not sure what to think of that.  I don't know how my life here stopped phenominally sucking, but it wasn't because I read a book.

I can admit that I need a little work in the style department.  You should have seen me trying to get ready for my interview friday;  I had no idea how they dressed at this other company, so I aimed for the median the decided to go with slacks and a button down shirt.  I didn't actually know what slacks were until about a year ago, but fortunately I did own a pair because Kev made me buy some for the rehersal dinner of his wedding a few months ago.  So, all I had to do was find them, and figure out how my iron worked.  I mean, my shoes didn't match, but it wasn't that noticeable.

So anyway, assuming I don't have to pay a lot, I guess I'm going to hire these girls to tell me to dress better.  Maybe it will be like hanging out with Colleen and Chris, idk.  I'll let you all know how it goes.  Whatever happens, it should make a good story.