Yep.
No carpool app yet. No apps of any kind.
As a matter of fact, I've decided to make a few mobile games first,
and use that to fund my carpool app.
Not quite the amount of progress I had in mind but hey,
the train's moving along and - oh goddammit.
Just realized I hadn't even worked on my cat's story either.
Been spending a bit more time at the office lately,
due to a deal.
I've decided that although I do love sales,
their archaic processes are way too much of a pain in the ass.
From the convoluted way of approving quotes before they can be issued,
to way their whole order processing structure is set up,
all of it makes me want to punch people in the face with a shovel/chainsaw combo.
So instead of focusing on doing actual sales,
most of the time is spent with paperwork. NEEDLESS fucking paperwork.
I mean holy shit.
Get a paralegal. And a motherfucking CRM already.
Ironic how the whole sales pitch is about improving the customers' processes.
It would be like selling a washing machine,
while doing all of your laundry by hand. While naked. With a dildo stuck up your ass.
Did I have to add that last bit?
Nope.
But I did anyway. So fuck you very much, ok? OK great.
Now on the home front,
this next thing isn't exactly bad.
But I must admit,
it makes me nervous.
She's reading The Game.
And in the process, she's learning about the pickup community.
I got into the whole PUA thing a while back.
Not to sleep with women,
but to learn how to attract them, and that was it.
Learned about the different techniques,
but I've probably only practised a handful of them.
And here's the thing.
Sometimes I fall short.
Sometimes I know I should've acted a certain way, but didn't.
Or realized it only after it had happened
It's what happens when you don't practise on a regular basis,
and that's fine.
Those moments will keep coming (especially now that I take the train to work every damn day),
like little annoying reminders,
and in the process I'll improve.
But when my wife is aware of those exact same techniques,
it might magnify the effects of those moments.
Or maybe I'm just paranoid.
On the plus side,
it would DEFINITELY help her understand me better.
Plus, it kind of gives her a sort of defence against assholes trying to get with her.
You know what?
Doesn't seem so bad after all.
The end of this post feels like
the ending of some feel-good Disney movie.
Fucking Disney.
Well enough of that.
