Present: Michael Jordan. Boris Becker. George H.W. Bush.
Missing: Me.
Ryder Cup, Day Two.
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Ryder Cup Depression
Im absolutely shattered. The Ryder Cup is starting up only down the road from me; well about 100 km away actually but in relation to how far Augusta is, that might as well be only 2 inches. Eldrick, Lefty, Sergio, Padraig, Eldricks wife, Leftys wife... all down the street from me. And it doesnt look good that Ill be able to go. Not for the lack of effort or opportunity.. I have set my limit though to 250 euros for a day ticket, and even though I started looking early, like last January.. that kind of money doesnt even come close to being significant. Id need to at least double it. Ive entered every draw possible to win tickets, but I should of known that was no use because I havent won anything in my life.
The biggest blow came today when I was talking to our Global Sales Manager for ABB Paper Automation. I pushed his buttons for the possibility of any tickets, knowing he wouldnt cross the road himself for a golf match unless they were playboy bunnies playing with footjoy gloves and nothing else. Anyways, he proceeded to tell me that he returned 4 corporate tickets months ago meant for executives of US customers, all because those silver spoon big wigs could not ethically justify crossing the ocean for a sporting event, as much as they wanted to. Returned four tickets. Then he tells me, another two of his tickets are probably going to waste this weekend because a CEO from another Swedish customer cant make it last minute, but the tickets are already in his name, so no one else can use them. TWO ALL WEEKEND TICKETS TO THE RYDER CUP GOING TO WASTE FROM MY COMPANY. I just projectile vomited on my floor...
Small inkling of hope, during lunch he said he can check to see what he could do if I was interested in going down to the K Club... I proceded to tell him Id show up even if there were gail force winds. But in reality, since this is coming from the mother hen of sales guys... mr slick rick... i think hes just blowing smoke up my ass... and the stupid thing is, I bet its gonna rain harsh all weekend, which means all the fairweathers will not be showing up, wasting their passes. Like I said, I would show up if it was Hurricane Katrina... yet most of the people that actually have tickets dont give two shits unless its sunny. Might as well line up a class room of kindergarden kids, and let them kick me in the balls, one after the other.
The biggest blow came today when I was talking to our Global Sales Manager for ABB Paper Automation. I pushed his buttons for the possibility of any tickets, knowing he wouldnt cross the road himself for a golf match unless they were playboy bunnies playing with footjoy gloves and nothing else. Anyways, he proceeded to tell me that he returned 4 corporate tickets months ago meant for executives of US customers, all because those silver spoon big wigs could not ethically justify crossing the ocean for a sporting event, as much as they wanted to. Returned four tickets. Then he tells me, another two of his tickets are probably going to waste this weekend because a CEO from another Swedish customer cant make it last minute, but the tickets are already in his name, so no one else can use them. TWO ALL WEEKEND TICKETS TO THE RYDER CUP GOING TO WASTE FROM MY COMPANY. I just projectile vomited on my floor...
Small inkling of hope, during lunch he said he can check to see what he could do if I was interested in going down to the K Club... I proceded to tell him Id show up even if there were gail force winds. But in reality, since this is coming from the mother hen of sales guys... mr slick rick... i think hes just blowing smoke up my ass... and the stupid thing is, I bet its gonna rain harsh all weekend, which means all the fairweathers will not be showing up, wasting their passes. Like I said, I would show up if it was Hurricane Katrina... yet most of the people that actually have tickets dont give two shits unless its sunny. Might as well line up a class room of kindergarden kids, and let them kick me in the balls, one after the other.
Monday, September 18, 2006
Passe Compose
Hi. In the paragraphs below, I will begin to complain, as to solicit some sympathy.
Just got back from a short 3 day trip to Marseille France, and I was looking forward to good Mediterranean weather, some good wine and Foie Gras. Instead? I got partly cloudy, overcast, and muggy weather. Complete bullocks.. didnt stop me and Ronan though (work mate) from renting a Mini Cooper Convertible and driving everywhere with the rag top down so my hair can blow ( have I told you that I love expensing work? love it) and zipping around like a go cart on the 130 kmph motorways. See rational was that we needed to get a small car to save on gas (petro). Belieh dat.
Travelling component of the trip was frustrating though because my sinuses are still inflamed from the mighty cold/flu of last week, which meant that my head was going to feel like it was stuck in a anaconda on the plane, for the whole duration of the flights. Not only that but I had 4 flight segments total, because there is a connection through Paris to get to Marseille that day. Thats garbage really, its like flying to Portland from Vancouver, but having to transfer over in Seattle. What a waster... plus it meant that I would have 4 flights were my head was being squeezed to shit with sinus pressure, rather than just two. I live a hard life.
I also found out that Im going back to Australia next month... sandwiched in between two trips to the middle of butt-fuck India (translation of crude speak: the middle of the jungle in the Assam region, which makes more sense if you took the beginning of the word... ASS region). So Ill be gone for 5 weeks this time? Hella insane... I need a bigger suitcase. (more details to follow as i find out more)
SYDNEY UPDATE: (Finally)
Gorgeous city, loved it tons, although a guy tried to kiss me on the dance floor of a bar when he was just walking by. Ill have to say that Im so glad my reflexes were not impaired enough by that point yet, skillfully seeing the pitch, and making the slip under dynamic bogeying circumstances. Managed to also smoothly transition it into a deadly robot sequence... I rule.
Mostly hung out in the city loads, the hotel was only 2 blocks away from Circular Quay. Got lucky and weather was insane good, especially considering it was officially the middle of winter. As good as it was, the thing with going to places for work is, is for most of it you need to... well... work (waster). And in order to maximize the experience, this is where I aptly used one of my travel techniques... never travel on the weekends for work. This way there is always at least the weekend to jump around. I needed to be in Sydney by Monday? No sweat, Ill travel on Thursday, so all the travelling happens on working days. I keep my weekends to myself, which just happens to be in some random Cosmopolitan city. Done work on a Friday? No sweat, leave the Monday, cuz I dont travel no weekends. Full stop. (Well unless you really want to get back fast that is, which applies to shitty destinations like Rwanda or Regina)
And if the bosses dont like it, well, we are after all put out of our way when we travel. So I try not to conceded.
Two words. Corey Hart. Never Surrender... ( Song in your head now? Yes!!! haha... :D )
"Just a little more time is all we're asking for
Cause just a little more time could open closing doors
Just a little uncertainty can bring you down
And nobody wants to know you now
And nobody wants to show you how
So if you're lost and on your own
You can never surrender
And if your path won't lead you home
You can never surrender
And when the night is cold and dark
You can see, you can see light
Cause no-one can take away your right
To fight and never surrender "
Just got back from a short 3 day trip to Marseille France, and I was looking forward to good Mediterranean weather, some good wine and Foie Gras. Instead? I got partly cloudy, overcast, and muggy weather. Complete bullocks.. didnt stop me and Ronan though (work mate) from renting a Mini Cooper Convertible and driving everywhere with the rag top down so my hair can blow ( have I told you that I love expensing work? love it) and zipping around like a go cart on the 130 kmph motorways. See rational was that we needed to get a small car to save on gas (petro). Belieh dat.
Travelling component of the trip was frustrating though because my sinuses are still inflamed from the mighty cold/flu of last week, which meant that my head was going to feel like it was stuck in a anaconda on the plane, for the whole duration of the flights. Not only that but I had 4 flight segments total, because there is a connection through Paris to get to Marseille that day. Thats garbage really, its like flying to Portland from Vancouver, but having to transfer over in Seattle. What a waster... plus it meant that I would have 4 flights were my head was being squeezed to shit with sinus pressure, rather than just two. I live a hard life.
I also found out that Im going back to Australia next month... sandwiched in between two trips to the middle of butt-fuck India (translation of crude speak: the middle of the jungle in the Assam region, which makes more sense if you took the beginning of the word... ASS region). So Ill be gone for 5 weeks this time? Hella insane... I need a bigger suitcase. (more details to follow as i find out more)
SYDNEY UPDATE: (Finally)
Gorgeous city, loved it tons, although a guy tried to kiss me on the dance floor of a bar when he was just walking by. Ill have to say that Im so glad my reflexes were not impaired enough by that point yet, skillfully seeing the pitch, and making the slip under dynamic bogeying circumstances. Managed to also smoothly transition it into a deadly robot sequence... I rule.
Mostly hung out in the city loads, the hotel was only 2 blocks away from Circular Quay. Got lucky and weather was insane good, especially considering it was officially the middle of winter. As good as it was, the thing with going to places for work is, is for most of it you need to... well... work (waster). And in order to maximize the experience, this is where I aptly used one of my travel techniques... never travel on the weekends for work. This way there is always at least the weekend to jump around. I needed to be in Sydney by Monday? No sweat, Ill travel on Thursday, so all the travelling happens on working days. I keep my weekends to myself, which just happens to be in some random Cosmopolitan city. Done work on a Friday? No sweat, leave the Monday, cuz I dont travel no weekends. Full stop. (Well unless you really want to get back fast that is, which applies to shitty destinations like Rwanda or Regina)
And if the bosses dont like it, well, we are after all put out of our way when we travel. So I try not to conceded.
Two words. Corey Hart. Never Surrender... ( Song in your head now? Yes!!! haha... :D )
"Just a little more time is all we're asking for
Cause just a little more time could open closing doors
Just a little uncertainty can bring you down
And nobody wants to know you now
And nobody wants to show you how
So if you're lost and on your own
You can never surrender
And if your path won't lead you home
You can never surrender
And when the night is cold and dark
You can see, you can see light
Cause no-one can take away your right
To fight and never surrender "
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
Make people happy
Okay finally a new update. Jill got mad and said I had to post something new because the Aussie Oy was pissing her out. Fine. Hope shes happy.
Been depressed actually. Coming back to Ireland after being in Sydney got me depressed, Sydney was just too good. Plus the days are getting shorter. Plus its starting to rain more. Plus I seem to be getting more and more sniffles, culminating in me getting dog sick flu plus fever on Monday. I HATE taking care of myself when Im sick!!! I wanted my mommy.
And I had to fight this flu quick, cuz I had a meeting / day trip to Manchester two days after (today actually) that I had to go to. Bad bad timing. So I slept. Lots. All day Monday and Tuesday, and during the taxi ride down to the Hotel on Tuesday nite (very key and valuable lesson from Noli to all, if you have a early morning flight before 7AM, book a nite at a Hotel near the Airport the night before. Must be done, the added comfort and convenience, its blows the mind.) Id have to say, its was the quickest recovery from a fever Ive ever done, I just got back from Manchester 2 hours ago, all safe and sound. Loads of effort though, and I was hopped up on so many drugs that I would of definitely been stripped of a gold medal if I were in the Olympics (Water Polo, beeyatchh). Anyways Id never do it again if I didnt have to, Id always prefer someone taking care of me instead. Without a doubt, there is nothing worse than having to prepare your own soup when youre out of your mind feverish. Might as well build a house with big heavy stones.
So there you go... lack of blog activity due to melancholy and phlegmy delirum. I still owe alot here too... 3month late on Open of the French photos... and now add Sydney to the list. Im digging myself a hole.
Obligatory Pop Culture reference:
one of my favorite songs this summer was ' Young Folks', by Peter, Bjorn and John (what a brilliant group name, just use your first names. Like Peter Paul and Mary, why fool with a good formula) Great tune, cute in a way thats its sung off tune, and I absolutely loved the lyrics..
"If I told you things I did before,
Told you how I used to be,
Would you go along with someone like me?
If you knew my story word for word,
Had all of my history,
Would you go along with someone like me?"
It just sounds so adorably desperate... like me... but its mojo got wrecked a little bit though when I heard today that its the new song for a Budweiser Advert. Shit....
Been depressed actually. Coming back to Ireland after being in Sydney got me depressed, Sydney was just too good. Plus the days are getting shorter. Plus its starting to rain more. Plus I seem to be getting more and more sniffles, culminating in me getting dog sick flu plus fever on Monday. I HATE taking care of myself when Im sick!!! I wanted my mommy.
And I had to fight this flu quick, cuz I had a meeting / day trip to Manchester two days after (today actually) that I had to go to. Bad bad timing. So I slept. Lots. All day Monday and Tuesday, and during the taxi ride down to the Hotel on Tuesday nite (very key and valuable lesson from Noli to all, if you have a early morning flight before 7AM, book a nite at a Hotel near the Airport the night before. Must be done, the added comfort and convenience, its blows the mind.) Id have to say, its was the quickest recovery from a fever Ive ever done, I just got back from Manchester 2 hours ago, all safe and sound. Loads of effort though, and I was hopped up on so many drugs that I would of definitely been stripped of a gold medal if I were in the Olympics (Water Polo, beeyatchh). Anyways Id never do it again if I didnt have to, Id always prefer someone taking care of me instead. Without a doubt, there is nothing worse than having to prepare your own soup when youre out of your mind feverish. Might as well build a house with big heavy stones.
So there you go... lack of blog activity due to melancholy and phlegmy delirum. I still owe alot here too... 3month late on Open of the French photos... and now add Sydney to the list. Im digging myself a hole.
Obligatory Pop Culture reference:
one of my favorite songs this summer was ' Young Folks', by Peter, Bjorn and John (what a brilliant group name, just use your first names. Like Peter Paul and Mary, why fool with a good formula) Great tune, cute in a way thats its sung off tune, and I absolutely loved the lyrics..
"If I told you things I did before,
Told you how I used to be,
Would you go along with someone like me?
If you knew my story word for word,
Had all of my history,
Would you go along with someone like me?"
It just sounds so adorably desperate... like me... but its mojo got wrecked a little bit though when I heard today that its the new song for a Budweiser Advert. Shit....
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