I am now a copywriter for a very hip and neato internet retail site, which is super awesome and totally beats my last job at GIANT-FACELESS-COMMUNICATIONS-CONGLOMERATE.
I'm trying this new thing of not talking (specifically) about work to avoid the inevitable conversations with my superiors about attitude and such. That's been kind of a problem for me in the past.
But not with this new gig! It is awesome, I'm doing what I love, the team is small and close-knit and extremely creative, and I actually look forward to coming to work! I can't tell you how much easier it is to start your day when the first thing you think upon waking is, "Oh, fuck. Oh fuck no. Not again."
Sales, it turns out, just isn't my thing. And I think I've taken enough swipes at that to know for future reference. I just hope I don't have to consider it for the foreseeable future, because my new gig kicks all kinds of ass.
Seriously. You could never pull that off in the states without a dozen lawsuits, mainly from the family members of the victim who would probably die of a stress-induced coronary during the whole thing. But man, "sniper prank" needs to become part of the zeitgeist. Like, now.
I wonder what goes through your mind when you're so drunk you can't even stand and there is a goddamn commuter train bearing down on you at 45 mph. Maybe she was lucky enough to be so completely sauced that she didn't even notice.
I really was kind of expecting a little third rail action there, though.
Anybody know of a good image hosting site that doesn't get too uppity? I posted some photos for my Zug article on the Best Improvised Toilet Paper and apparently posting photos of chocolate frosting that looks like poop is just as bad as posting photos of poop.
So where I can I host these bad boys without gettin' hassled by the man?
I've never been all that big on Halloween. My wife Kat doesn't really care for it either. So trick-or-treaters may be greeted with an exasperated, "Oh, hey. Fuck. Honey? Can you bring me some apples or coffee beans or something? There are kids at the door."
That said, Halloween does have the baffling and nonsensical tradition of leading women to believe that their costumes must be as whorish and slutty as possible, regardless of what they are. Slutty nurse, slutty French Maid, slutty Spongebob, slutty Zombie Rabbi, it doesn't matter.
Given that fact, and the penchant for my office to look like a scene from the Tits Ahoy night club on any given day of the week anyway since hardly any of the women there know the difference between "business casual" and "I'm going out to get fucked," today should be a pretty exciting day at work.
Do you ever try to talk to somebody and they smile and give a few quick responses to your awesome story while nodding enthusiastically but don't really join in the conversation? Do they say "Wow," or "Nice," a lot while you're explaining how hammered you got over the weekend? If so, you're probably talking to me and that's me saying I don't like you.