One Man's thoughts, rants, and mumblings on family, life, and baseball.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
"Um yeah...We've got a problem"
Today in North Carolina it was a picture perfect Sunday: Carolina blue sky, low 80's temps, and the Sox were playing the Marlins on NESN. So where was I? Stuck in some windowless building, listening to a bunch of knobs go on and on and on and on about the furniture business, buyers and consumers, finishes and styles, and how they need to figure out "new ways to drive my business."
I wanted to take one of Papi's bats and make a Popsicle out of 'em. I enjoy my job usually: drive around, listen to XM radio, and go see your friends all day. The fact you actually make money by selling them product is the main thing, but put it this way: an 8th grade dropout who can drive a car and lay on the fertilizer could do it. Brain surgery it's not.
Market is another animal. Boring, stuck in one place, you leave before the kids get up and get home just in time to put them to bed. Plus you are stuck in a showroom with guys you normally would'nt walk across the street to throw a cup of water on if they were on fire. Positives to the job? I don't punch a clock, I don't have to get to work at x time and leave at y: Ciera has a dance recital, I can knock off early. Don't make any money when I do that, but I still can if I want. It gives me a lot of time with my kids, and no weekend work except during market, so it's really a good job.
Even market time has it's plusses: mainly, I realize I never want a 8-5 job in my life if I can help it.
However, if you read about a short man with a goatee chasing some bald headed guy in a 3 piece suit down the street in High Point, NC while screaming "I TOLD you to stop talking about margins, profit, and tariffs you stupid, stupid little man!" you'll know it was me.
A week from today, it's over. A week from tomorrow, honest to God real baseball.