A Happy Update

It’s amazing what happens when you finally get sick of just taking things the way they are and set your mind on changing them. I’m no longer on numbers. I’m no longer working under the same manager. I got sick of feeling trapped and talked to my last manager’s manager and explained my problem and feelings. He didn’t realize that I had been in this business before and I wasn’t new and that I was actually recruited to come work up here by the guy he trained in this business many years ago. So now he has faith in me and he put me onto another manager’s team, the one I requested. In the past week and a half I’ve written three deals, which is a hell of a change from not having written a single one in almost two months. All I needed was to get fed up and insist on a change.

At this same time I also got sick of not just being single but also of the girls that I had been interested in for a while. I’ve managed to completely remove any interest in these girls and also have made steps towards what may end up resulting in a relationship outside of work people. We shall see…

Anyways, I guess my point is things are getting better. Everything goes in cycles and I believe I’m through the bad part of the cycle. I’m much happier right now. I’m also quite happy because I’m going back home to visit again in less than a month. I’ll be home from just before Christmast through the first week of the new year. I can’t wait, it’ll be a blast!

Anyways, more later

Where I ramble…

Today my work finally put me on numbers.  That means I get either another 20 people to talk to or 30 days to get my stats where they need to be, or I get fired.  For the first time in months I’m happy.  I’m still trying to figure it out, but I feel fucking fantastic.  I finally no longer have to make a choice of whether to stay or not.  Either I will write business and stay or I won’t, but that won’t be up to me.  This shouldn’t make me happy but I feel as though I don’t have a care in the world right now!  I know I do have cares and, in fact, far too many of them, however I feel fantastic.  I can’t wait to go to work tomorrow.  I’m thoroughly excited.  I also feel like going out and partying tonight.  I want to go out and get crazy.  Go out dancing.  The problem is that no one around here is into dancing like I am.  And I don’t mean that to sound as gay as it does.  No one will be wearing a leotard and there will be no prancing, but I love going out and just being able to be silly.  Tonight that sounds like so much freaking fun.  So far every person I’ve talked to doesn’t really seem to have any desire to go out though, so it doesn’t look as though this is gonna happen.  Oh well, such is life.

Tonight I grabbed Max by his legs and tipped him upside down in the kitchen sink and used the sprayer thing to soak his head.  It was fantastic.  Screaming the entire time.  I then spent 30 minutes fighting to keep his wet head away from me while I hid in the bathroom and tried to keep him out.  I realized one day I’ll be a hell of a father.  And I mean that seriously.  He’s a good kid.  A hell of a troublemaker, but a good kid all the same.

My trip back home two weeks ago was incredible.  I had a freaking blast.  Spent a lot of time just hanging out and probably even more time drinking.  Click the photo of the gay European raver tourist Mike below to see more photos.

Push Me

Right now I need motivation. I think. Maybe I already have it, I’m not sure. However, I started typing this up a couple days ago when I actually needed motivation and figured I’d put the following images in here as motivation. I had other images I wanted to include but now I’m not sure I really need them so for now this is it. I might come back later and add more. And rather than continue to ramble nonsensically in this entry, I’m going to write another one in a minute.