It's a muggy, sticky day here in the holler and the air conditioner is only sorta working at the Cubicle Asylum, but I've got "She Sells Sanctuary" by The Cult playing through my earbuds and I'm off the next four days.
It's all good. Or at least.. it will be.
It was hectic around the office yesterday. Bossman had an impending gloom and doom meeting with Bubbles and I, which lead to my spouting off about our website and why we're spending over 40k yearly for advertising in magazines that no one reads when we do NOTHING to improve the SEO, alot of which could be accomplished for free. This lead to Bossman and I reviewing the proposal sent over by our web host. Apparently they've been sitting on this since the first of the year, being all wishy washy about spending the money... a mere fraction of what we're paying for the print ads.
Hello?
By the time 5 o'clock rolled around, I'd convinced him that paying all that money for print ads in magazines read by our competitors and not potential customers was.. well.. stupid.. and that we needed to be reaching potential new customers through that weird and wacky invention.. the innerwebs.
People amaze me.
Anywho, so by the time I got home I had a headache, I was cranky and I just wanted to close my eyes.. which I did. I woke up just long enough to toss some mooburgers on the mini George Foreman, managing to let the convoluted thing slam shut on my hand.. not a wise move by the way.. and got everyone fed.
It's hard being the sales ninja by day, the hunter-gatherer-chief cook and bottle washer by night, internet entrepreneur on weekends and webtastic social ladder climber in my spare time.
And remain fabulous in the process.
Moving on...
So.. Eddie Izzard and Craig Ferguson almost made me late for work this morning. No, no, no.. we weren't engaged in a wild, mattress romping menage a trois at the butt crack of dawn here in Frog Pond Holler. Gitcher minds out of the gutter.
Dang ya'll.
To begin with, I got up a tad bit later than usual, leaving less time for my morning unwind with coffee and the Fergburger. Then, when the fabulous Eddie entered the studio.. my concept of time.. the universe and reality as a whole came to a crashing halt.. leaving me staring at the boob tube, entranced like a wild eyed hippy on an awesome acid trip. Luckily the Chihuahuaranian had a sudden, urgent need to run wild through the back acre, depositing his boy dog scent on each and every blade of grass in existence. His shrill yapping as he demanded that the back door be opened snapped me out of my idiot trance, bringing me crashing back to reality and ensuring that I would still make it to work on time.
I'll have to watch the rest when I go home at lunch.
If you're in the L.A. area, Eddie Izzard will be appearing through August 9th. Just sayin'.
For now.. there's a ginormous sized stack of filled orders calling my name. I think I'll go zone out in the file room. If you happen to be going down the hall and hear a quiet voice singing the ABC song.. it's just me..
Ya'll have a good one!
Later Taters.
5 comments:
They need to listen to you more often! Magazines are fine if you advertise to the end user of your product. The money they save on print ads could be a raise for you. Tell 'em I said so.
I had a dream about my grandfather driving a pick-up truck into a lake with a hive of bees and a live turkey in the back(can turkeys swim or fly?) Your having an imaginary threesome is not that far away from the dream scape at this point.
Have a great weekend,
DG
George Foreman hand slammed in the grill? Been there done that swore three times. Have a great four days off!
I didn't see it.
I am sad. And lazy. And have no TiVo.
FIll us in on alllll the deets, wouldya?
Mebbe it will show up on youtube in the next couple days. If I stumble across it, I shall retrieve it jest for you :)
Post a Comment