I thought the patronizing insulting events of being undervalued and the crappy dinner at the Chophouse (courtesy Music Choice) could be soothed by an stroll through Elmwoo by night. The answer was no.

I didn't see a familar face which too sucked and was a good thing. I think if I started talking about the insanity of it all, I would have just lost it.

They're trying to find work, I try to console myself. It doesn't work, because they need to do better. I'm good at what I do and have worked so it's not arrogance to say that my group is better with me. What I do is fairly trivial in the grand scheme of things, but to get basically get offered a rotating registers is flat out fucking insulting.

I clicked on a pile of epeeps my spaces and I apologize. I guess I was looking for sympathetic cyber shoulders to lean on. There is a lot of disingenuous bullshit floating around the cable company and I guess I was trying to reach out to real people.

I've never been in this situation before. I get universal praise for my work (the full page ad in the news last sunday was me) from all the stuff shirts, but it doesn't seem to matter.

If this reads like venting, I guess that's because it is.

Bounced a check, my car cd player broke and had my intelligence insulted.

It's been a full, fucking day.

Off to go apply a tourniquet to my self-esteem

Later

My current bosses hauled me into an office today, wishing to know where my head was at. I'm still not sure. I suppose I should be grateful for their trying, but they want me to think about being a roving office person in order to stay on the Adelphia pay roll when Time Warner comes to town.

I think after the all the extended day leaving me no more rewarded, doing all the commericals, doing all the ads and sundry other print crap, plus all the other stupid ass marketing crap, they want to make me a glorified counter person.

They were spinning it as seeing another side of the operations. I spin as I'm in marketing too.

Anybody hiring?

Well, not really, but it's a maybe. My lovely firm is partnering with ESPN for a party Sunday night at Pearl Street. So, I have to work, but at least drink is involved. It's for Sunday night baseball. C'mon down peeps. You can get cable swag and I'm working on getting the important stuff (beer) (and food) discounted

Updates to follow

Always thought it ended this way

It's been one of those weeks. I've had 3 12+ hour days. Tuesday was no big deal, a business dinner that ended early enough I could still enjoy the night. Wednesday I found myself on Arena duty for the Sabres game, which in and of itself was fine, but I had to be ready for a Thursday road trip to Syracuse for a conference. The bus for that was leaving at 6am. That meant getting up at an hour that only be seen after a binge.

Of course, the Wednesday night hockey crowd wouldn't leave my crappy little Adelphia area until the 3rd period of the game was 2/3's gone. I'm shutting off lights, computers and 38 out 39 tvs. You'd think these things would suggest.

Stagger home at 10pm, back up at 4am yesterday, right to syracuse and sit through a conference in a room that was roughly heated to about 200 degrees and devoid of air, only to hope back on the bus with its excessive air conditioning. We got back into Buffalo at 6. I still had last night's Sabres game to work. I'm running through the already admitted crowd and turning stuff on, breaking down barriers and hoping the fatigue doesn't show (by this point, my knees are calling me names for the events of the past 20 hours).

Nothing like running on fumes, when you get your first epeep sighting. I had the pleasure of running into (e:vincent). I hope I wasn't babbling in an overcaffienated, unslept, oversugarfied (is that even a word)state. By the second period of the game, I felt like the Sabres were playing, like my knees were turning to water. The day was filled with crap catered food. I knew it was wrong when I peaked with an ice cream cone. The rain felt good. I had a "wait out the traffic" beer at cobblestone and the cool rain was reviving.

My boss said I could come in late, by daughter needed a ride to school this morning, so that slightly rumpled soul at Spot at 7AM was me, trying to wolf down a mike before it got me. It is possible to feel hung over when you haven't drunken much. I figured that was the only way to tell my taste buds I still cared.

Getting older sucks.....good thing I still got my looks......shaddup!