Lots of things were left out of the initial interview way back in November. First and foremost the job is entirely commission work. That's the biggest red flag. The fact that I wasn't informed that I was to wear a tie on the second interview, that I didn't receive a 'demo card' and finally the job was 75% travel was something that seemed to be left by the wayside.
Now in their defense, the folks I ran with on Tuesday were pretty forthcoming and honest which scores points with me for what it's worth. Pretty much they're an old fashioned version of Aflac. Once I got home, I blew off some steam and then went to visit with the Birds. They advised me against it. Spoke with raddidge later on and she advised me against it because of the risk factor. Of course there's the potential to make $1500 a week before taxes but how many people really make $1500 a week.
There are long days from what I was told but those long days are simply issues of "Hurry up and wait" in order to make the sale or the sales pitch. Overall the job is mostly being rejected while doing cold canvassing of various neighborhoods, businesses, etc..
Next stop: Pikes Peak Workforce Center on Thursday night to see what they might have available and what help I can get in the meantime.
Indeed.
My journey started at 6:25 a.m.. After trying to find a way onto I-25 with all the new construction I was well on my way. Watched the sun rise, gave the first adoration from Liber Resh while driving and drove through Pueblo. Sadly I-25's speed limit is drastically lowered in the vicinity of Pueblo. Yet if one is patient, the speed limit jacks up to 75 miles an hour. That's 120 kilometers an hour for you non-Republic citizens.
Funny aside, I always forget to perform the other three solar adorations. Just sayin'.
Sad news. While barrelling down I-25, around mile marker eighty, I had an accident. This huge tumbleweed about 4 feet across, that's a meter to everyone else, dashed across the highway and was smeared by my car. I'm pretty sure the tumbleweed felt no pain.
As I drew closer to Trinidad there was the coolest mountain ever. It looked like an old Indian arrowhead that was freshly chipped but shoved into the ground, point up, and surrounded by dirt and foothills. Plus there were mesas in the distance. Compared to the arid prairie of Hartsel, the hills were covered with large round shrubs. Once again either I'm a poor writer or I'm too overwhelmed that I can not really express how nice it is out here. Heck when I got out of the car in Trinidad the air was noticeably cleaner.
What was I thinking on the drive? Oh shit, I hope this works out. I wonder if raddidge has been down this far and seen the landscape. I wish that my father was healthy enough to survive the drastic changes in altitude and see all these places rather than hear about them secondhand or only in photographs.
I don't regret my decision to come to Colorado. I only regret the fact that I haven't explored this great state more over the past five years.
Finally before any of you get the bright idea to come out and live in Colorado, don't. Thanks.
One of this alternate Crowley's theories that was giving him such notoriety was the fact that Crowley is a proponent that the Earth is a sphere not a flat disk surrounded by a wall of ice. Another interesthing thing about this other Earth was the fact there were two moons. Not asteroids shaped like potatoes but two, perfectly spherical and wholesome moons that shine white-blue when full.
His scheme to prove the Earth is a sphere was simple. He had designed a laser that fired a laser made out of radio waves. This laser would be fired from a hot air balloon at one of the moons where the beam would ricochet off the moon's surface and hit a relatively inaccessible part of the planet sending a signal to a transmitter that would prove once and for all that the Earth is round in all three dimensions.
The rest of the dream came from the perspective of some powerpoint presentation. I watched as the icon of a hot air balloon floated above the surface of a hemisphere. A laser was simultaneously fired at both moons when they were in the proper places. The laser dutifully bounced off the surface of the natural satellites and hit their marks proving some Euclidean theorem that proves that the Earth is round.
Minutes later, I woke up. First thing to go through my head was "Check the clock." Unfortunately checking the clock means finding out "SHIT ONLY TWO HOURS LEFT" and not being able to sleep for the remainder of the state-sanctioned evening. Or it'd say "LOL ITS ONLY MIDNIGHT LOTS OF TIME LOL." Eventually and fitfully I returned to sleep.
Now I woke up again in a dream. The only light in the apartment was coming from the other room. I could hear the water running. When I rolled out of bed, I saw the light was coming from the kitchen. Standing at the sink busy with the dishes was this tall barefoot chick with brown hair. She was wearing denim cut-offs and her top was just a red bandana wrapped around her tits.
"Finally you're up!" she exclaimed as she stepped forward and kicked me in the stomach knocking me back on the lovesac. "I thought you'd never get up!" Now her top was off and she was rubbing my crotch with the sole of her foot.
Leave the rest up to your tawdry imagination. I'm too lazy and tired to write out the details.
Well I had a dream that involved you. More like a nightmare. There were these kids who were really old teenagers like eighteen years old who were causing trouble. You and Jaybird were all like "We can handle this" and I was like "Dude, we have to call the police."
Anyway you two were like "No, we're men. We can handle it ourselves." But you two were outmatched and the teenagers had guns and stuff. Things just got worse and worse but you both refused to call the police.
I know I dreamt this because I was watching my Buffy DVDs and there was an episode like that which must've been playing before I fell asleep.
