Remember, there are sober kids in India.

Yesterday, was one of the longest most drawn out days I can remember in a while.

It started bright and early, as the sun started to break through the cold…at 7:00am, as I left the house and went to work for a day that was not SUPPOSED to start until 2:00pm.

I met my home theater installers at the store, and went on my very first “ride a long” to see what exactly they do when we sell our in home installation service.

I spent about four hours with them in the customers home, helping mount large screen televisions to this customers drywall.

 I crawled half way into an attic to attempt to run speaker wire, which resulted in me being covered in itchy insulation, which I am pretty sure feels like what its like to have some sort of STD. 

Good thing my installers convinced me…in a nice way… that attics in Florida are NOT designed for people who are more than skinny but less than obese. Had I been stuck, there is NO TELLING how I would explain that to my GM without keeping a straight face.

All in all…4 hours, and $1300 upsell dollars later, I decided that my trip was an eye opening experience…that I wouldn’t trade for the world…infact, I would encourage everyone who works for my company to go on one of these adventures their selves.

So I arrive at the store around 12:30pm, still and hour or so early for my shift. I get changed…still itching all over from my insulation STD, and ran my sales floor until 11pm.

I got home around 12:30am or 1am and found my two roomates…Marie and Lisa in the living room playing Monopoly. Thank goodness it wasn’t the one with the debit card machine, and it still had paper money…BUT it was pink…which is a rant for another day.

I told them how utterly long and horrible my day was…and of course they didn’t seem to care too much as I believe the thimble had just landed on Park Place which had two hotels stacked at the moment…which of course is a crucially intense moment.

I stumbled out of bed and into the shower at around 7am to go to work, and found our bathroom mirror decorated by dry erase markers with funny sayings, pictures of contraband, a sick ass Buccaneers flag all contrived to make me smile.

It also made me realize…that I need to get off my ass…and get going. Not to work…but to something better.

I guess to any of you, who didn’t stumble into this situation half asleep, itching and pissed off still from the day before, this whole story doesn’t make much sense. But to me, it made all the sense in the world, and that, combined with all of the thinking I have been doing, decisions I have been silently making, and plans I have been quietly cooking up…it all came into focus.

Changes are coming. The plan is being inacted. Expect big things…it will be unfolding on this very page right before your eyes. Soon.

Thank you…for being kick ass roommates…and inspiration to get off my ass.

And yes, there are sober kids in India…but that just leaves more beer for us.

~ by tscogemkow on December 13, 2008.