Just returned to Singapore from Busan.
The flight was way longer than it should've been,
and so much has changed since we landed in Korea two months ago.
Not only did I resign,
and the baby began saying 'Papa' (about damn time too!),
but I've realized that I would really like to stay there.
Maybe that was the wake-up call that I needed to make the plunge.
There's so much to do now:
Set up a business in Singapore to import fish from Korea, and to export Indonesian or Malaysian meat (maybe even African too) to Korea.
If the business takes off, hopefully we'll be able to stay anywhere we want.
Busan, or even Switzerland (where my wife's side of the family is seeking to move to).
There's a lot of words swimming around in my head about Busan,
living with my mother-in-law,
starting a business, etc.
I'm exhausted, and thinking about the steps I need to take makes me even more tired.
But I'll touch on one topic.
I can see the fissures widening between us. There are fewer and fewer moments of affection,
and a dozen other little things that slowly move the status of a relationship from lovers to good friends.
And something tells me at some point - at some point - we might no longer be together.
I hope that when that happens, we both land firmly on our feet,
and stay friendly,
especially for the sake of our little girl.
And I really hope that by that time comes,
I have enough to provide for the both of us.
Starting tomorrow, on the 1st of February, the countdown begins.
Six months.
By the end of this period, the business must have already begun taking steady steps
and generating income.
And personally, I should be really close to where I'd like to be in terms of fitness.
Six months.
There's a lot to do.
Bring it on.
Well enough of that.
Saturday, January 30, 2016
Saturday, November 21, 2015
Differences
Been reading a lot about increasing bigotry against Muslims and Arabs.
Been reading a lot of bigoted comments, too.
I should stop, really.
Take a short break.
But in a twisted sort of way, it's addictive.
I feel like I need a break from all that negativity,
and I'm so thankful to be able to actually do that.
To switch off the computer,
or go to other sites that focus on more uplifting things.
Refugees don't get that option.
The thing I've noticed with bigots over and over again,
is that they always try to draw a line that separates them and those horrible 'others'.
And where that line is placed is entirely up to them.
In their narrow, twisted minds,
they've managed to place themselves in a higher position,
as opposed to those 'others'.
In their minds, they've managed to give themselves the authority
to judge how others should act,
what they should be allowed to say and do.
One of these 'others' is immigrants.
Point out to any nationalistic bigot how his parents or their parents were immigrants too,
and you'll get a slew of excuses why that doesn't count.
Nope!
That's different, you see... because of reasons.
Another one of the 'others' is refugees.
Point out how in the past,
people just like him and his family had also moved away from war-torn areas,
seeking a safer, better life.
Again, you'll get a long list of excuses why it's just not the same.
They'll grasp at anything they can think of...
usually something to do with culture.
They're different! They are more prone to criminality, you see.
More violent!
And if you bring up statistics that refute any of their claims,
they'll either dismiss them, or attempt to deflect.
If you decide to persevere and continue to engage them,
you'll reach a point where all their arguments fall apart.
Will that be end of it? Will they change their minds?
Nope!
The argument starts all over again.
Round and round it goes.
Most of them can't accept the truth.
They can't accept that brown or black people are just like them.
They can't accept that the groups they've been backing have been the real fanatics all along.
All this talk about religious extremism,
and I rarely see any talk about a religious-like extremism: The pursuit of wealth and power at all costs.
From monarchies to elected governments to massive corporations.
The players change, but the goals remain the same. Dominion over others, and the accumulation of wealth. Never enough, never enough.
It's extremely depressing.
And so, I need to take a break.
Thankfully, I am able to. And I will.
Well enough of that.
Been reading a lot of bigoted comments, too.
I should stop, really.
Take a short break.
But in a twisted sort of way, it's addictive.
I feel like I need a break from all that negativity,
and I'm so thankful to be able to actually do that.
To switch off the computer,
or go to other sites that focus on more uplifting things.
Refugees don't get that option.
The thing I've noticed with bigots over and over again,
is that they always try to draw a line that separates them and those horrible 'others'.
And where that line is placed is entirely up to them.
In their narrow, twisted minds,
they've managed to place themselves in a higher position,
as opposed to those 'others'.
In their minds, they've managed to give themselves the authority
to judge how others should act,
what they should be allowed to say and do.
One of these 'others' is immigrants.
Point out to any nationalistic bigot how his parents or their parents were immigrants too,
and you'll get a slew of excuses why that doesn't count.
Nope!
That's different, you see... because of reasons.
Another one of the 'others' is refugees.
Point out how in the past,
people just like him and his family had also moved away from war-torn areas,
seeking a safer, better life.
Again, you'll get a long list of excuses why it's just not the same.
They'll grasp at anything they can think of...
usually something to do with culture.
They're different! They are more prone to criminality, you see.
More violent!
And if you bring up statistics that refute any of their claims,
they'll either dismiss them, or attempt to deflect.
If you decide to persevere and continue to engage them,
you'll reach a point where all their arguments fall apart.
Will that be end of it? Will they change their minds?
Nope!
The argument starts all over again.
Round and round it goes.
Most of them can't accept the truth.
They can't accept that brown or black people are just like them.
They can't accept that the groups they've been backing have been the real fanatics all along.
All this talk about religious extremism,
and I rarely see any talk about a religious-like extremism: The pursuit of wealth and power at all costs.
From monarchies to elected governments to massive corporations.
The players change, but the goals remain the same. Dominion over others, and the accumulation of wealth. Never enough, never enough.
It's extremely depressing.
And so, I need to take a break.
Thankfully, I am able to. And I will.
Well enough of that.
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
Still tired
Have I used a similar title before?
Can't remember.
My elbows are resting on the table,
and I can barely keep myself upright on this wooden chair.
And yes, I'm still sleepy as hell,
but I'm at that weird point where I've woken up for the day.
Might be able to take a nap later in a few hours.
Right now, I'm just hoping a bit of caffeine is going to be enough
for me to start doing my daily push-ups.
So why the hell am I back?
I need to post something, that's why.
A lot of shit has gone down,
and I probably only have a few months left on the job.
The director and his boss have made their move.
And his boss sounds so very reasonable too,
that sly, cheeky bastard.
But that's not the main reason I'm here.
I posted a comment on Facebook recently,
and... I chose the wrong word.
I meant 'persecuted', and instead went with 'prosecuted'.
That kind of thing bothers the hell out of me.
Sure, I was exhausted when I wrote it, but it still bugs me.
It's a reminder that I hadn't written in a very long time.
To put together words that form a compelling story is not going to be as easy as it used to be,
back when I was posting regularly (how long ago was that??).
But I'm a sales guy, and this sort of thing is fucking important.
I guess that little mistake kicked off a chain reaction of thoughts.
My English is going down the crapper again,
and I can't create engaging stories around not just my products,
but my experiences. Not the way I used to do.
There's just so much to do.
Also, it'll probably help if,
after reading the headlines,
I start going through The Oatmeal, Cracked, Penny Arcade, sites like that.
Big fan of The Oatmeal, especially the way he writes articles.
Dude's got a unique style.
Anyway, I better down the rest of my coffee and hope I can get something useful done
in the next few hours.
Well enough of that.
Can't remember.
My elbows are resting on the table,
and I can barely keep myself upright on this wooden chair.
And yes, I'm still sleepy as hell,
but I'm at that weird point where I've woken up for the day.
Might be able to take a nap later in a few hours.
Right now, I'm just hoping a bit of caffeine is going to be enough
for me to start doing my daily push-ups.
So why the hell am I back?
I need to post something, that's why.
A lot of shit has gone down,
and I probably only have a few months left on the job.
The director and his boss have made their move.
And his boss sounds so very reasonable too,
that sly, cheeky bastard.
But that's not the main reason I'm here.
I posted a comment on Facebook recently,
and... I chose the wrong word.
I meant 'persecuted', and instead went with 'prosecuted'.
That kind of thing bothers the hell out of me.
Sure, I was exhausted when I wrote it, but it still bugs me.
It's a reminder that I hadn't written in a very long time.
To put together words that form a compelling story is not going to be as easy as it used to be,
back when I was posting regularly (how long ago was that??).
But I'm a sales guy, and this sort of thing is fucking important.
I guess that little mistake kicked off a chain reaction of thoughts.
My English is going down the crapper again,
and I can't create engaging stories around not just my products,
but my experiences. Not the way I used to do.
There's just so much to do.
Also, it'll probably help if,
after reading the headlines,
I start going through The Oatmeal, Cracked, Penny Arcade, sites like that.
Big fan of The Oatmeal, especially the way he writes articles.
Dude's got a unique style.
Anyway, I better down the rest of my coffee and hope I can get something useful done
in the next few hours.
Well enough of that.
Saturday, October 10, 2015
Freight Train
A beautiful Sunday morning,
and I find myself asking, have things gotten better?
Overall, yes.
Will they get worse, likely yes, but hopefully no.
I'm tired again.
Tired of my body that doesn't change as fast as I'd like it to.
Tired of my conniving manager and colleagues at my company,
preventing me from doing my job well.
Tired of the lack of sex.
Even the thought of sex with my wife depresses me because
she'll without a doubt try and speed it up,
as if it were some annoying chore.
She spends less time on sex with me than she does playing a game on her phone.
She's not a heartless bitch or anything like that.
She's a kind, caring, loving person otherwise.
But it's mainly thing one thing.
And I'm tired of bringing it up,
tired of hints,
tired of acting like a motherfucking beggar.
Enough already with that shit.
I guess this is me dealing with the fact that sex will soon be an extremely rare thing,
that occurs only when she feels like it.
Add to that the stress of constantly looking for a new job - I've already talked previously
racism in this goddamn country is - and trying to stay in my current job despite
the efforts of my director...
it just tires me out.
Oh and my injured shoulder is not helping.
I should be resting for a week or two.
But that would mean an even longer delay in getting the look that I want.
No, I'll work through the pain.
A bright, shining spark is our little baby girl.
She's so smart and fierce, she'll undoubtedly kick ass and take names when she's bigger.
But that bright spark also reminds me of a freight train at the end of the tunnel.
A lot of expenses. A lot of money.
Money that I might not have.
I'm just so very tired.
Well enough of that.
and I find myself asking, have things gotten better?
Overall, yes.
Will they get worse, likely yes, but hopefully no.
I'm tired again.
Tired of my body that doesn't change as fast as I'd like it to.
Tired of my conniving manager and colleagues at my company,
preventing me from doing my job well.
Tired of the lack of sex.
Even the thought of sex with my wife depresses me because
she'll without a doubt try and speed it up,
as if it were some annoying chore.
She spends less time on sex with me than she does playing a game on her phone.
She's not a heartless bitch or anything like that.
She's a kind, caring, loving person otherwise.
But it's mainly thing one thing.
And I'm tired of bringing it up,
tired of hints,
tired of acting like a motherfucking beggar.
Enough already with that shit.
I guess this is me dealing with the fact that sex will soon be an extremely rare thing,
that occurs only when she feels like it.
Add to that the stress of constantly looking for a new job - I've already talked previously
racism in this goddamn country is - and trying to stay in my current job despite
the efforts of my director...
it just tires me out.
Oh and my injured shoulder is not helping.
I should be resting for a week or two.
But that would mean an even longer delay in getting the look that I want.
No, I'll work through the pain.
A bright, shining spark is our little baby girl.
She's so smart and fierce, she'll undoubtedly kick ass and take names when she's bigger.
But that bright spark also reminds me of a freight train at the end of the tunnel.
A lot of expenses. A lot of money.
Money that I might not have.
I'm just so very tired.
Well enough of that.
Friday, July 31, 2015
Fuck, Fuck, Fuck
It's 12.21am, and I am fucking exhausted.
Not just from work,
I'm fucking exhausted and pissed.
And it is incredibly hard right now to put all the thoughts and emotions into words.
That's how bad it is.
It's reached the point where,
just to release a bit of tension,
my fist goes up to my face, and smashed into it.
Just the past hour alone it's happened several times.
I need sex and sleep.
Badly.
I can only get the latter,
but hey, I'll fucking take what I can fucking get.
So I'll try and keep this shorter than usual.
My wife. The love of my life.
Can sometimes act like a goddamn idiot.
She's not stupid.
In fact, I think she's pretty smart and insightful.
But when she's exhausted and frustrated,
a side of her emerges, and takes over.
The side that doesn't fully grasp the concept of time,
that doesn't give a shit about how others around her have helped her,
and continue to help her with all kinds of stuff.
The side that also doesn't fully understand how money works.
Nope.
I choose to work from home for several reasons.
Convenience is one.
To save money is another (for us, not just myself).
And also to help out a little bit more.
But nope.
All she sees is her struggle with
juggling baby with housework and a side gig we have going on,
managing an Airbnb listing that's based in Busan (I do most of the work).
The many times I help to look after the baby,
disrupting my day job (the one that actually pays the goddamn motherfucking bills),
sometimes for a few minutes, sometimes for an hour or more...
Turn into accusations of spending only several minutes with the baby,
You know, doing fuck-all when it comes to helping her.
Putting the aside the fact that she doesn't help me with my work, now does she?
Nope.
It's a one-way fucking street.
And, whenever I take a short break from work,
like watching a video or just resting on the couch,
she accuses me of not working;
It started out as jokes... gentle chiding.
Not anymore.
Now it';s just straight up accusations of not working.
I mean, what in the flying fuck?
She's worse that my idiot director.
I do this all the time at work in the office
to recharge my brain.
It's how I perform.
Sometimes I need a break to figure out how to
solve a particularly complex problem with a client or prospect.
Motherfucker. WHY DO I EVEN NEED TO GIVE A FUCKING REASON?
If I were in the office,
she wouldn't see me at all.
I wouldn't be here to help look after the baby while she showers,
or does the laundry, etc.
I appreciate the stuff she does.
I do.
But how about acknowledging my contribution, goddammit?
Instead I get her ignorant judgment on how I work.
Oh, and by the way,
thanks to the constant interruptions,
my performance is suffering.
And it could affect my full-time gig.
The one that enables me to put FOOD ON THE FUCKING TABLE.
I've tried to explain it to her many, many times.
Oh she'll say she gets it.
Well actually sometimes she says that.
Others, well, she rolls her eyes, and gives sarcastic comments like 'Go, go and work!',
making it sound like I don't give a shit about my wife and child.
What a peach, right?
While I'm trying to do all this,
from time to time,
she'll bring up the topic of getting our own apartment.
YOU CAN'T EVEN HANDLE THE BABY ON YOUR OWN EVEN WITH MY MOTHER'S HELP.
And she doesn't seem to grasp that the constant interruptions are affecting my performance.
Nope.
She wants things that cost a shitload of money.
But doesn't want to put in the effort,
or hell,
even acknowledge the effort it would take to make that amount.
Nope.
She just wants it.
When I think up additional ideas to our Bed and Breakfast in Busan,
like supplying halal meat to the Muslim stores there,
she rubbishes the idea.
Even with my two jobs,
it'll be a LONG time before I'm able to come up with the amount we need.
And does she come up with any suggestions?
NOPE.
Just shoots down idea after idea,
without giving suggestions of her own.
I manage our listing,
but little, inconsequential things...
things you couldn't avoid running a business...
send her into a tizzy.
Yea, her lack of rest is a factor in it.
But it doesn't make it any easier for me to deal with it.
When I make suggestions for her to rest,
like napping when the baby is napping...
she doesn't do it.
All kinds of excuses come up.
And then she struggles with accepting, let alone dealing with the consequences of her choices.
Holy shit.
Just sleep longer.
There's no need to fucking get up,
every time the baby moves around in her sleep.
THE BABY WILL CRY WHEN SHE'S REALLY HUNGRY OR UPSET.
Instead of being a motherfucking sentinel that watches over her 24x7,
how about getting some MUCH-NEEDED REST?
You ever think of that?
FUCKING HELL.
I could go into the suggestions I'd given her,
the strategies she should've implemented to deal with our baby.
Things that, because she DIDN'T do,
result in the issues we both face now.
Some of these issues can be fixed,
but require weeks of commitment.
She can't commit to a two days, let alone weeks.
Two days, and she complains about the lack of change.
I can't even, man.
How the hell do you deal with someone like that?
I'm tired now.
Exhausted. Severely pissed off.
But it's good to write all this shit down.
Heh. It's probably barely coherent. Fuck it..
Well enough of that.
Not just from work,
I'm fucking exhausted and pissed.
And it is incredibly hard right now to put all the thoughts and emotions into words.
That's how bad it is.
It's reached the point where,
just to release a bit of tension,
my fist goes up to my face, and smashed into it.
Just the past hour alone it's happened several times.
I need sex and sleep.
Badly.
I can only get the latter,
but hey, I'll fucking take what I can fucking get.
So I'll try and keep this shorter than usual.
My wife. The love of my life.
Can sometimes act like a goddamn idiot.
She's not stupid.
In fact, I think she's pretty smart and insightful.
But when she's exhausted and frustrated,
a side of her emerges, and takes over.
The side that doesn't fully grasp the concept of time,
that doesn't give a shit about how others around her have helped her,
and continue to help her with all kinds of stuff.
The side that also doesn't fully understand how money works.
Nope.
I choose to work from home for several reasons.
Convenience is one.
To save money is another (for us, not just myself).
And also to help out a little bit more.
But nope.
All she sees is her struggle with
juggling baby with housework and a side gig we have going on,
managing an Airbnb listing that's based in Busan (I do most of the work).
The many times I help to look after the baby,
disrupting my day job (the one that actually pays the goddamn motherfucking bills),
sometimes for a few minutes, sometimes for an hour or more...
Turn into accusations of spending only several minutes with the baby,
You know, doing fuck-all when it comes to helping her.
Putting the aside the fact that she doesn't help me with my work, now does she?
Nope.
It's a one-way fucking street.
And, whenever I take a short break from work,
like watching a video or just resting on the couch,
she accuses me of not working;
It started out as jokes... gentle chiding.
Not anymore.
Now it';s just straight up accusations of not working.
I mean, what in the flying fuck?
She's worse that my idiot director.
I do this all the time at work in the office
to recharge my brain.
It's how I perform.
Sometimes I need a break to figure out how to
solve a particularly complex problem with a client or prospect.
Motherfucker. WHY DO I EVEN NEED TO GIVE A FUCKING REASON?
If I were in the office,
she wouldn't see me at all.
I wouldn't be here to help look after the baby while she showers,
or does the laundry, etc.
I appreciate the stuff she does.
I do.
But how about acknowledging my contribution, goddammit?
Instead I get her ignorant judgment on how I work.
Oh, and by the way,
thanks to the constant interruptions,
my performance is suffering.
And it could affect my full-time gig.
The one that enables me to put FOOD ON THE FUCKING TABLE.
I've tried to explain it to her many, many times.
Oh she'll say she gets it.
Well actually sometimes she says that.
Others, well, she rolls her eyes, and gives sarcastic comments like 'Go, go and work!',
making it sound like I don't give a shit about my wife and child.
What a peach, right?
While I'm trying to do all this,
from time to time,
she'll bring up the topic of getting our own apartment.
YOU CAN'T EVEN HANDLE THE BABY ON YOUR OWN EVEN WITH MY MOTHER'S HELP.
And she doesn't seem to grasp that the constant interruptions are affecting my performance.
Nope.
She wants things that cost a shitload of money.
But doesn't want to put in the effort,
or hell,
even acknowledge the effort it would take to make that amount.
Nope.
She just wants it.
When I think up additional ideas to our Bed and Breakfast in Busan,
like supplying halal meat to the Muslim stores there,
she rubbishes the idea.
Even with my two jobs,
it'll be a LONG time before I'm able to come up with the amount we need.
And does she come up with any suggestions?
NOPE.
Just shoots down idea after idea,
without giving suggestions of her own.
I manage our listing,
but little, inconsequential things...
things you couldn't avoid running a business...
send her into a tizzy.
Yea, her lack of rest is a factor in it.
But it doesn't make it any easier for me to deal with it.
When I make suggestions for her to rest,
like napping when the baby is napping...
she doesn't do it.
All kinds of excuses come up.
And then she struggles with accepting, let alone dealing with the consequences of her choices.
Holy shit.
Just sleep longer.
There's no need to fucking get up,
every time the baby moves around in her sleep.
THE BABY WILL CRY WHEN SHE'S REALLY HUNGRY OR UPSET.
Instead of being a motherfucking sentinel that watches over her 24x7,
how about getting some MUCH-NEEDED REST?
You ever think of that?
FUCKING HELL.
I could go into the suggestions I'd given her,
the strategies she should've implemented to deal with our baby.
Things that, because she DIDN'T do,
result in the issues we both face now.
Some of these issues can be fixed,
but require weeks of commitment.
She can't commit to a two days, let alone weeks.
Two days, and she complains about the lack of change.
I can't even, man.
How the hell do you deal with someone like that?
I'm tired now.
Exhausted. Severely pissed off.
But it's good to write all this shit down.
Heh. It's probably barely coherent. Fuck it..
Well enough of that.
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
Gears moving so fast that you can see smoke
It's Wednesday about 12pm,
and soon I will have to head to the office,
thanks a goddamn idiot bitch.
He's not my bitch, though.
He's the director's bitch.
Bit hard to respect someone so subservient,
so afraid of another human being.
I get it, you want to keep your job.
I get it.
But his conduct goes way beyond the necessary.
He basically prostrates himself at the feet of that cunt,
while occasionally bad-mouthing him (does it make him feel brave?)
behind his back.
Man, I've got so much to do,
so much to be thankful for.
And anytime now I feel like I'm going to trip up and fail everybody.
Setting up the first Halal Homestay (as far as I'm aware) in Busan,
and everything that comes with it,
from research,
to establishing partnerships,
to getting the appropriate-sized photos for the Airbnb listing.
And then there's the business of selling Agabang products
that I need to set up as well.
Oh yes,
and my attempt at selling Outbox Pro to Pitney Bowes.
And lastly, trying to make my tenure at Pitney Bowes last as long as possible.
I'd say I have a month, maybe two left.
But if I can put together a decent plan and make a few sales in the meantime,
I might be able to last a bit longer.
That would be really good.
The income is badly needed at this stage,
though hopefully not as much in 6 months!
I'm hungry, I'm nervous.
And I'm also excited.
Time to get crackin'
Well enough of that.
and soon I will have to head to the office,
thanks a goddamn idiot bitch.
He's not my bitch, though.
He's the director's bitch.
Bit hard to respect someone so subservient,
so afraid of another human being.
I get it, you want to keep your job.
I get it.
But his conduct goes way beyond the necessary.
He basically prostrates himself at the feet of that cunt,
while occasionally bad-mouthing him (does it make him feel brave?)
behind his back.
Man, I've got so much to do,
so much to be thankful for.
And anytime now I feel like I'm going to trip up and fail everybody.
Setting up the first Halal Homestay (as far as I'm aware) in Busan,
and everything that comes with it,
from research,
to establishing partnerships,
to getting the appropriate-sized photos for the Airbnb listing.
And then there's the business of selling Agabang products
that I need to set up as well.
Oh yes,
and my attempt at selling Outbox Pro to Pitney Bowes.
And lastly, trying to make my tenure at Pitney Bowes last as long as possible.
I'd say I have a month, maybe two left.
But if I can put together a decent plan and make a few sales in the meantime,
I might be able to last a bit longer.
That would be really good.
The income is badly needed at this stage,
though hopefully not as much in 6 months!
I'm hungry, I'm nervous.
And I'm also excited.
Time to get crackin'
Well enough of that.
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Thursday Morning
Best. Title. Ever.
I need to write more. More stories.
And I need to shift my focus towards humour.
So much shit has been happening lately, man.
So much.
I feel so very tired.
Like, down-to-the-bone tired,
despite downing two cups of coffee for the pre-dawn meal about 3 hours ago.
I'm working on a LinkedIn post,
about small businesses and location intelligence.
And it is taking way, waaaay too long.
The research part is probably what's holding me back.
Free data?
OK just took a second to Google it.
Meh. I suppose a single example within Singapore ought to do it.
Later today,
I'll have to attend a lunch event held by IBM.
There'll be great networking opportunities.
Except, I won't be eating or drinking.
But it's cool, though. I've got a plan.
Instead of walking up to strangers who are having lunch,
with nothing but air in my hands,
like I'm a little off and just wandered in from the streets looking to talk to random strangers,
I'll be holding a... wait for it... wait for it... an empty coffee cup!!!
Oh yes.
I know... I know... brilliant plan.
It'll look like I'm either having coffee (or tea)(or coke)(or whatever),
or I've just finished my drink.
Man, I need this to go well.
Especially after pissing off the IT guy at MOM,
even though I'd checked with him first if it's OK for me to approach the end-users to get their feedback.
Nooooo!
When they begin checking in with him,
suddenly this asshole starts getting annoyed,
and gives me a call and rudely tells me to stop,
after implying that he expected me to approach only one or two people.
Seriously?
You're looking at an enterprise GIS,
and wanted to ensure that it would be widely adopted.
If you'd wanted me to just speak with two people...
YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME SO.
Not just when it became inconvenient for your lazy ass.
Anyway, the baby' back from her walk,
and I've got a ton of shit to get done before the event.
Feels like I need to climb a mountain at top speed,
while wearing a heavy backpack containing two billy goats,
a bowling ball,
and 9 munchkins.
It's going to be an exhausting climb.
Well enough of that.
I need to write more. More stories.
And I need to shift my focus towards humour.
So much shit has been happening lately, man.
So much.
I feel so very tired.
Like, down-to-the-bone tired,
despite downing two cups of coffee for the pre-dawn meal about 3 hours ago.
I'm working on a LinkedIn post,
about small businesses and location intelligence.
And it is taking way, waaaay too long.
The research part is probably what's holding me back.
Free data?
OK just took a second to Google it.
Meh. I suppose a single example within Singapore ought to do it.
Later today,
I'll have to attend a lunch event held by IBM.
There'll be great networking opportunities.
Except, I won't be eating or drinking.
But it's cool, though. I've got a plan.
Instead of walking up to strangers who are having lunch,
with nothing but air in my hands,
like I'm a little off and just wandered in from the streets looking to talk to random strangers,
I'll be holding a... wait for it... wait for it... an empty coffee cup!!!
Oh yes.
I know... I know... brilliant plan.
It'll look like I'm either having coffee (or tea)(or coke)(or whatever),
or I've just finished my drink.
Man, I need this to go well.
Especially after pissing off the IT guy at MOM,
even though I'd checked with him first if it's OK for me to approach the end-users to get their feedback.
Nooooo!
When they begin checking in with him,
suddenly this asshole starts getting annoyed,
and gives me a call and rudely tells me to stop,
after implying that he expected me to approach only one or two people.
Seriously?
You're looking at an enterprise GIS,
and wanted to ensure that it would be widely adopted.
If you'd wanted me to just speak with two people...
YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME SO.
Not just when it became inconvenient for your lazy ass.
Anyway, the baby' back from her walk,
and I've got a ton of shit to get done before the event.
Feels like I need to climb a mountain at top speed,
while wearing a heavy backpack containing two billy goats,
a bowling ball,
and 9 munchkins.
It's going to be an exhausting climb.
Well enough of that.
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