Friday, June 13, 2008

This is big.

Tim Russert is dead; R. Kelly is free and my neighbor is yelling outside my (closed) window louder than my television while I'm trying to unwind from a miserable train ride with a glass of wine. On the whole, I'd say this Friday the 13th sucked. And that's not even including the existence of "The Happening" or the fact that John Leguizamo is in it.

I had to make a couple of sales calls today and let's just say, selling anything is not my calling. There's another career I can cross off my list.


2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

I just read about Tim Russert and immediately went to your blog because I knew you would mention it. I really loved him. His book, Big Russ and Me is the best book their is about a father-son relationship. The follow-up of letters he received from readers was phenomenal. If anyone needs a Father's Day gift idea, buy Russert's books. My heart goes out to his family, especially his son, Luke who is still in college.

As far as sales goes, the only way to get buy is to act. You can't take it personally.

I'm going to have to bust up your neighbors if they don't cut it out!

8:11 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I hear you. This whole weekend has been one big train-wreck of just crap.

I want to call my Father and wish him Happy Father's Day, but I might wait till Monday cause it doesn't seem right celebrating anything right now.

Hope the rest of the weekend went better for you!

3:40 PM  

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