Theory Of Evolution

Scared Clients, Court Orders, and Practice Girls

Wow, what a pretty much worthless day. Fucking H.M. (one of my clients) called this morning to tell me not to bother driving down there (thank God she called, it's an hour and a half away) because her kids scared her out of investing with me AGAIN. Bastards. So, I slept in til 9:30, then had to deal with all the landlord bullshit all morning. They had a fucking summons at my door, because they say I didn;t give enough proof that I paid rent. A bank statement isn't proof enough?

Anyway, avoiding court means paying them $1200 next week, on top of the $1100 in rent that's gonna be do. On top of that, my office closed early, so I can't submit business until Friday, meaning that I won't get any money until next Thursday. Damn.

Lessons From Vietnam?

New Job Update

I just realized that my last work-related post (which is what this blog was originally about) was written right after I had made my first sale at my company. Since then I have led the office for three of those 7 months (with 3 months where I didn't do shit but party my pain away), and I am in the top 3 or 4 every other month. I feel I'm the best salesman in our office; my main problem is I'm such a damn slacker.

If I need to make three grand in two days, I can do it (just did, actually), but then when I do, I fucking coast until I'm back in the hole. Money's never been enough to motivate me off the couch, and I can't seem to break that habit.

I like sales, but I'm damn sure glad I'm in a business where what I sell actually helps the people I sell it to...I never have to feel like a fucking pusher, which is nice.

Back Again!

Well, damn! I haven't posted since APRIL, and for pretty good reason. Roughly two weeks before I proposed, my girl left me, and then I found out she was cheating with one of our friends...nice. Anyway, I subsequently sank into quite a bit of a black hole, and didn't do much other than try to make it through the day.

Well, turns out life is pretty damn good by myself, which I always thought before, but forgot from the view inside what I thought would be my last relationship.

It wasn't easy getting back to this place, though...I almost lost my job due to lack of giving a shit, I reverted back to my 20-year-old self, which meant doing lots of coke, drinking way too much, and generally just being self-destructive. I'll tell stories from those few months sprinkled into my posts, because I am sure anyone who happens to read this will be pretty entertained.

For right now though, I'm gonna leave it at that.

Peace.

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