I'll shame the glory

I turned on my iTunes to try to dull the clamor of the office but I could still hear the sports talk and the bitching.

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The phone was charging so it took me a moment to remember where it was. The number was blocked but then that was expected for fifteen minutes before midnight. She told me her problem. I told her that I would be right there.

She was at the Kinko's near Copley which turns out to be catty corner from Neiman Marcus. Her Ford Explorer wouldn't start. I got no result after I ground the teeth of the jumper cable clamps into the battery posts; there wasn't enough power to turn the engine over, so we waited.

She was surprised at the time when I wished her a happy birthday.

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I think the frequency of my writing has dropped a bit. I attribute that to the busyness of my business.

There are times I just need to do something; I will need to create. Mostly, it falls to writing but lately I've had other things to occupy my time with, mainly that development that is scheduled to be finished in December.

One item for the development was a predominately black brochure and then for the sign at the property black was used again so yesterday when I read in a trade magazine that 'Black is the new black' for the upcoming year I smiled just a bit.

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"Just make sure you hook up the black first and then the red and when you take them off take the red off first," I said as I left her the jumper cables.

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What concerns me most is that I think her confidence had been shaken. Or more likely her boldness has been compromised.

We both use 'we' inappropriately. Usually, 'we' means me unless I'm talking about how 'we' overextended ourselves - then I'm talking about her.

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I'll share the glory and the blame

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The architect emailed us some photos. I still like holding photos, seeing them while they are in my hand is preferred to looking at them on the screen so I printed the eight photos out. The owner mentioned that he didn't take a very good photo. "Yeah, I noticed that but I didn't want to say anything." I didn't want to mention it because his renderings aren't very good either.

He's good at floor plans and building layouts.

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I keep candy in my overhead.

I guess today is a day of revelation.

Anyway, I reached some down and lost the hold on one; which bounced off my desk and I could tell by the trajectory that it was heading for the carpet. I could have caught it with some violent move but that would have been uncool, so I just let it fall.

I said utmost

He likes to say things with an utmost certainty, trouble is his statements are questionable.

He expects me to remember the stories he has told and since forgotten. Screw him.

I'm down to just regular beans

I've been working too much

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It's too noisy

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She called me because that's what people do when they are out of answers but I was all out of magic. My charms are worn from use and the mighty powers that they once possessed have left merely a musky odor where once there was an almighty scent.

Yeah, I don't know what that means either. It might make sense if you're smoking something.

I hate it when the magic runs out and by magic I mean luck and a modicum of skill.

I try to catch all them all but sometimes there is just too much dish. I'll warn that my recommended disk catching ability is about to be exceeded but still they come. Sometimes, they still all get caught but other times there are other results.

I'll just look at the broken dishes and wonder why so many were decided to be thrown.

Too many. You chose too many. My hands are that of a mere mortal and my magic is finite.

Success could have been had if things weren't so hurried. I wonder what the hurry is.

I always wonder what the hurry is. I wonder why people like to race to death.

I'm sauntering my way there.

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The plant was dying slowly and there wasn't anything I could do about; we both knew that the end would come but I watered it anyway.

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Every business I've ever been in there has always come a time when someone says that I'm in the wrong business.

I have a great propensity for picking the wrong job, I guess. I'm habitually misemployed.

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What's the harm in beating a dead horse?

I said that I would be there at one; I showed up at eleven forty five. The owner walked in at one and asked me what I was doing there. She thought I had said my usual three o'clock.

I got there early because I wanted to finally change offices. I was supposed to do it by the New Year but things happen or rather things don't happen; mostly because I'm lazy.

Her cousin coaches junior hockey and was having a fund raiser to take his team to the nationals. He held a length of poster board with writing caused by a red sharpie around a picture cut and pasted off of some internet site. I know this because I was called down from my office to see it.

"Can we do a poster for Robert?" I looked at what he brought as she held it up. "He was just going to go to Kinko's...and it is a visual world."

"Yeah, it's a visual world even though we're going to cram too much information onto a sign."

"I knew you were going to say that."

"We can't do it that size but eleven by seventeen."

Her cousin said that the ledger size would be fine; I took his poster upstairs. It was the first thing I would produce in the new office.

About an hour later I printed out a poster. I tweaked it three times before I let it go. I showed it to the owner. "You're in the wrong business," she said as I just kept quiet. She then mentioned that she knew some designer that was going to strike out on her own and that she would like people like me. "I have a hard time giving the client what they want sometimes," I said, giving another indication I wasn't happy with the direction she was taking with the latest sign we were working on.

She called her cousin. He came by and asked for fifty copies and while those where printing he asked for twenty five more.

I thought it was cool that we could print seventy five kick ass posters from start to finish in under an hour an forty five minutes without any prior notice but I played it off like I do that type of stuff all day long.

We then focused back on the sign which was our priority for that day. I crammed it full of all the information that she said was desired. For what it was, it looked okay, it looked like another sign that you might see at a construction site if people weren't in the habit of ignoring such type of a sign. She took my first version and the second version to the main floor to show an agent.

"This one's very dramatic and is all about graphic effect but this one has all the information on it."

"Yes, that true but no one is going to pull over and write that information down. I know getting the company name out is important but this sign is going to produce more hits than that one."

"You're right," the agent said in agreement with me.

I would rather have fifty percent of a hundred people see the company name than one hundred percent of ten people. I would rather have folks drop by the easy to remember wed site address and see our company brand than to have a bunch of folks just ignore it from the get go as they drive by some too busy sign.

I ended up tweaking my original sign which will be augmented with a flag banner with our real estate company info, the bank's info that is financing the project, and the project's logo.

I'll admit to liking this poster

a gift of twenty

I watched him approach the driver of the parked car in front of me while I was reading my Staples receipt to see what type of refund I was entitled to. I could not make out what he asked her after she rolled her window down but I assumed it was money when he started walking my way.

I rolled my window down about four inches. The story he told me was about how his truck had just broke down and that he's trying to catch a cab home with his son. I looked to the back of my truck and said that I didn't have room for two but it wasn't a ride he was looking for. I reached into my pocket and was reminded that I only had a twenty and a little more than a dollar in change.

I told him I only had change as he called to his six year old son to wait on the sidewalk. I lowered the window and handed him the change and said "Hey, it’s a start."

I wonder why I didn't think his plight was worth twenty bucks. Twenty bucks isn't a lot to me and I didn't need any cash right away and if I did an ATM would be on the way.

I didn't doubt his need for money but I guess I just didn't believe his story. I've doubted stories in the past and still have given money so now I wonder wasn't it worth a twenty dollar gamble.

I have no regret, live and learn…

and risk more twenties, I guess.

He worries about others; he thinks everyone is working the system and thinks they should be reprimanded. He's asked why he doesn't confront these ne'er-do-wells. His reply is because he doesn't want them to ruin the deal he has going.

Glass houses and gardens of stone.

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I wish that I wished to be great but I'm okay with just getting by.

I squander.

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Dumb chicks have never turned me on until last night. I'm starting to worry.

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I'll have to retype my resume. I could only find a hard copy. I like the looks of it.

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He thinks the point he's making is something other than he's an asshole.

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I think most every time that someone has started being nicer to me and telling me about what a nice guy I am and how I'm great they do something that ends up making my life more difficult.

So, I don't trust praise.

I'm also a hard judge so I'm rarely self satisfied.

I don't see the glass as half empty or half full. I wonder what moron left a half glass of water just sitting where it can get knocked over. "Whose water is this? How about not leaving it in the way? Did you not want a glass of water? Are you just wasting people's time and effort and water?"

I see a half glass of water and wonder where the bourdon is.

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Sometimes, some times.

only

I have a habit of telling her that I love her when she can't hear it.

I think I went too far

magenta is not cyan, magenta is not cyan...

So, the finial version was chosen. The black front with the gold logo on gloss paper in front and matte on the back, the back would be the blue blueprint and the blueprint would be changed for five different units.
never mind me. I don't know my ink colors yet.


I was asked to print 12 of each which means six sheets five times because the brochures are just half a sheet of paper large. Which maybe makes them a flyer; I don't know.

Anyway, I printed out the first unit's blueprints, flipped them over and finished printing three sheets when I ran out of ink. The yellow went first, the cyan was following close behind.

The printer has five different colored inks plus a black. The cartridges cost ten bucks a piece unless you buy the set of all of them for $35.00. I bought the set and an extra yellow and an extra magenta because I was a moron and thought it was magenta that was going next.

So, anyway when I got to the office and started printing things out I ran out of cyan because I can't remember colors. And I will have spent thirty bucks on three cartridges when I could have just gotten a whole set for five bucks more.

toes in

See gull

add baby hater to the list

Ain't it always the way? You're driving home when the idea hits you and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it except to hope that you still remember the idea later when you can either write it down or carry it out.

You see, the logo doesn't pop on that black brochure and it doesn't pop on the gold brochure either. The logo doesn't pop because I like to play it save but driving home (ie. taking the bus to the subway station) I got the idea of putting the gold logo on the black brochure and then vise versa on the gold brochure but I was on the bus so there wasn't a damn thing I could do about.


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So, I said "Sometimes it's important to do nothing. To just relax." So, then I hear, "Timmy, you don't understand. I can't just do nothing." So, then I said "I don't mean to actually not do anything, like stay in bed all day. I mean to read a book or something".

So, later the dude's talking to someone and says "Timmy, says I need to relax". And you know me, right? I'm not backing down on anything I say, I might explain things a little better if I think I'm being misunderstood but I'll own my words. So, I said "That right! You do need to relax." So, then he states again that he cannot "just do nothing." I wanted to shout "Hellooo! Do you ever f-ing listen?" But I didn't.

Maybe I need to relax.

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So dude's reading my paper in the empty cube across from me where I put my paper so people can find it to take to their own cube to read, only dude starts reading the paper right there. I handle that but then he starts saying things like "Poor Anna Nicole Smith..." and he says them not like he talking to me but like he's a senile old man just talking to himself so he won't feel so lonely that he'll off himself. But I don't want to hand hold him so I just let the comment fall.

So he says another thing and I don't bite and he says a third thing and I don't bite.

Dude, stop casting comments my way because I'm not biting. Get a life, a girlfriend, a boyfriend, a dog, become a drunk at a bar like me but please just shut up or at least talk to me directly so I can shoot down all your inane comments in a heated discussion type manner and so I won't feel like I'm just lashing out at a pitiful lonely man.

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He gave me a ride in. He thinks it's a big favor but I would rather walk most days. He made two bigoted statements one against minorities and one against homosexuals.

After I pointed out he was making a bigoted statement against minorities he was careful to not name the other group he was making bigoted statements against, he just referred to it as "that type of neighborhood." and then he asked "You know the type I'm talking about, right?"

Well seeing how you are a racist homophobe, yes I do. He has no problem dealing with individual blacks or gays but put them into groups then it's a different story. He thinks there can be good ones but as a whole you have to watch out for those people.


edit*** Add baby hater to the list.
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If my friends and I were to offer awards and behave just as that Hasty Pudding bullshit, we would be locked up as perverts.

"Just because someone asks you nicely doesn't mean you should give it to him."

"I'm just trying to be helpful."

"Yeah, but do you know what he going to use it for?"

"No."

"Would you give him your social security number if he asked for it?"

"No. Of course I would give him my social security number."

"Would you give him mine if you knew it?"

"No."

"Well, just because you know something doesn't mean I should be telling others."

Just 'cause

Just because she asked



heart card if you cut it out it will fit in one of those quarter sheet (4 3/8in. x 5 3/4in.) envelopes

(i stole the image)