Oh just some random late night thoughts. I didn't make in the office at all today, (considering what I said yesterday about being rarely late for anything). But I had a valid reason, with receipts and injuries to prove it. This is going to look great on the now-on-the-horizon exit interview: "He didn't show the usual determination and continued support of the company prior to his leaving the corporation."

Fuck all that. The starter in my car nearly caught fire this morning. Hard to find a local chop shop to do repairs on half an hours notice. I saw the problem coming but figured I could eke it out until the weekend. Nope. Today's the day homey. YOU get to fix it. Good thing it wasn't a boat. Sooooooo following in the footsteps of PROGRESSIVE™ insurance commercials that focus on the intelligent consumer, I spent 4 fun-filled hours locating a part, checking prices, sourcing repair shops, yadda yadda. That was a total waste of time. I could have at least had half a day of cold calling in if I'd just have went to the first shop I called (where I found the pissant little part in the end). But NO. I do the InformedConsumer thing and missed an entire day of being paid doing something that took me just a single hour to fix myself. And it fucking rained. And I have a driveway, not a garage. And it snowed uphill bothways.

BigGuy wasn't too happy. He suggested I take the bus or have another salesperson come by the house for an office key. This is the fun shit I get to 'splain tomorrow. And will probably rain then too.

The random thoughts I had before I got off track were:

1) I'm still working on the HorsePeople thing. If people think Cat Fancy Magazine subscribers are a bit off, just wait until people start talking Geldings, Paints, and stud fees. It's insane. But I still have to input their ads, even though I have no damn idea what they're talking about.

2) Newspapers are obsessed with death. I don't know where it started years ago but it's still used today. A few industry terms: When ad is stopped, we Kill The Ad, When accounts go to collection they become Dead Accounts. And when we archive old papers? They get put into the Morgue.

3) We had a delivery truck stolen several days ago, as informed to by our daily courier. What fucking morons I thought, steal a newspaper truck chock full of logos and shit. Must have been a dare for them on their way to Canada. I was wrong though, THIS one didn't have any company logos on it. I guess we should be happy.

No more for me tonite.