Let me first say that this weekend was great for me...We went to a horse show, had dinner and drinks with some very cool friends, planned a camping trip and watched LOTS of football...It really doesn't get better than that for me.
I even did what I said I was going to do and deleted some of my "ratty-ass" facebook friends...But here is the dilemma...I started deleting and right off the bat I got rid of four of my notoriously negative posters and as I kept going through the list, I realized that some of the list were family members...Now how do I explain that at the next family reunion? ("Yeah, I think somebody must have hacked my account and deleted you"..."But they didn't delete so and so"..."Isn't that crazy, they only deleted you?") and what if they read the blog? I really don't know who reads this...It could be all of my negative facebook friends and family and then I'll be "outed" :) as the deleter...So I kept the family members in good standing as a precaution...BUT, the facebook Gods decided to slap me in the face when I woke up this morning...I look on my Blackberry (of course I have facebook on my phone...we have to be connected to everything nowadays...I hate to say it, but I wish there were more things I could be connected to...I wish there were webcams everywhere so I could just watch people going through their daily grind...just out of curiosity...that's pretty bad huh? But it would make good blog material :))...So again, I look on my Blackberry and see a friend request from a cousin of mine up in Detroit...There has always been something about this cousin that I have really loved...I'm not close to her by any means, but I always felt like she got dealt a shitty hand in life and doesn't really deserve it (I hate when kids aren't given a fair shot or an even playing field to be successful...she wasn't given either)...One side of my family, and I hate to say this is kind of messed up (who's isn't?)...but with 12 kids and an alcoholic dad some things were bound to be broken along the way...Luckily, my Mom was the oldest of the 12 kids and was long gone before things really got out of hand, but some of my aunts and uncles had to deal with some pretty rotten situations growing up, so I understand why things aren't perfect for everybody now...The problem is that while most of the family have all gotten their lives together and are leading successful lives, there are a couple who are not and it's their kids who are all screwed up from it...(God, I hope they aren't reading this, but I promised to be an "open book" in this blog so I hope this is open enough)...So I obviously accept her friend request and the first thing I do is go to her profile page...Status update reads...and I'm totally paraphrasing here..."Things are all screwed up, if only anybody knew how I really felt, I can't take it anymore"...But it was deeper than that and with her past issues of (and this is unconfirmed) possible suicide attempt...it has bothered me all day...So what's an out of state, long distance cousin to do? I sent her a message to call me, but I doubt she will (I don't blame her...we haven't talked in over a year and what the hell do I know about her struggles?)...So I'm torn (torn like an old sweater...an old bud light commercial reference)...Do I call her? or Have I done my due diligence by sending the message at this point?...She's at that age where she has come to the proverbial fork in the road...If she goes left it's Drugville USA...up the middle is Pregnant Town which borders Welfareville and if she goes right (yes, this is a three way fork in the road :)) there is hopefully a happier life than she has ever imagined for herself...At this point there is no hope left in her...There is absolutely nobody to guide her...I'm getting pissed of just writing this because I know what a Fu**ed up situation she has at home...Chaos! Oh What to do? I'll keep you all posted if she calls or not :)
TOTAL 360 HERE...
I went on my first real estate appointment in about 9 mos. today...Normally, I do all of the prospecting for new business on the phone and my wife does the face-to-face meeting because she is the absolute best at it...but, today I was lucky enough to meet with the most talkative lady in Raleigh...It was absolutely brutal from the jump...For those of you who read my blog about running out of words...This lady has more words than anybody I have ever met...Normally, a meeting would take about 30-45 minutes...This chick made me
Well, that brought a smile to my face...the blog works!!! I have actually just done what the blog was meant for...complain about work...and now it's off my chest!!
I'm not sure why, but on the subject of sales, here is a quick story from the dealership I used to work at.
I have a friend named Sugar White Mike...who is my very best friend...We've known each other since birth and have been friends ever since...At some point in life he decided to get into the same business as my brothers and I (selling cars)...I want to say this story is from 2005 (ish)...I was the Finance Manager and Mike was selling new cars at the same dealership which was totally fun...He and I were always pretty slap-happy and this day was no different...In walks a Mexican guy who spoke very broken english...His name was Mr. De Los Santos...Mike refers to every customer as Mr. or Mrs. never by a first name and he did it loudly ("MR. DE LOS SANTOS"...I can still hear him practically yelling his name)...So I still don't know what Mr. De Los Santos's first name is...He was short (go figure right?...mexican...hello?) and looked like a character from the Flintstones named "Weirdly Gruesome" who was a monster-type neighbor that moved in by the Flintstones...Mike and I found this Hilarious and I kept saying "Mike...he looks just like him" and I would pull up pictures on the internet every time Mike walked by my desk...Meanwhile, Mr. De Los Santos is one of the nicest customers we have ever had and I feel a little guilty about it, but the show must go on...After about 30 minutes of building it up, Mike sells him a car...that means that he has to bring him to my desk to talk about financing...Now at this point I know that I am not going to be able to do this with a straight face so I tell Mike to take him in the other Finance office and let "Bozi" deal with him (that was the other finance mgr.)...I know Mike too well though and he's definitely not letting me off the hook...as a matter of fact, I know he's going to make it worse by standing 15 feet behind MR. DE LOS SANTOS and make faces and laugh! So here comes Mike and Mr. De Los Santos to my desk...No exageration here...Mike and I immediately start laughing hysterically as soon as he sits down...Not just giggling, but Belly Laughing...Loud!...Mike and I have tears in our eyes and Mr. De Los Santos has no idea what is so funny...But he starts laughing too...hysterically...That makes us start laughing even harder (if that's possible)...So here we are all three with tears in our eyes...we're laughing at him...he's laughing at us...and the only thing I think to say is "Do you like football?" and We lose it again...cracking up! I think we sat there for a good five minutes laughing before we could collect ourselves enough to talk...and when I finally heard him speak, it started all over again...Not only did he look like Weirdly Gruesome...he sounded like him too...We sat for about 10 minutes laughing and got absolutely nowhere...I guess you had to be there!...Ahhhhh, the good ol' days :)...There is no point or moral to this story, but the picture below is what it looked like! Picture all of us laughing though.
See Ya'll....KC
Funny thing is....you are Fred and Mike is Barney...same color hair and everything!! I am cracking up reading this & looking at that picture you posted....I feel like I was there :) Thanks for the laugh!
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