I'm currently at work. Fridays are usually nice and easy. I'm in the mortgage business and do all my work over the phone. It's pretty nice not having to ever meet a client face-to-face. That's the good part. The bad part is that I make 100% commission. I've been ok so far, though. Made some decent money. But it can get frustrating. I'm the type of person whose mood reflects his environment. When I put a deal in, I'm like, "OH MAN THIS JOB RULES! HEYOOOO!!!" But when someone turns me down and a deal falls through, I need to muster up all my will power to keep from punching a hole in the wall. Then I start to just lose interest. I've often asked myself if I have ADD. Seems that I could. And it's so over-diagnosed that there's a good chance that I could be classified as such. Whatever.
Some outside sales lady was supposed to bring lunch in today. She just got here. No lunch. She brought some cream puffs and other pastries. I wouldn't have a problem with this if I was a fatass. But I was expecting a free lunch today. You know, various sandwiches, maybe some salad. Nothing fancy, just a decent lunch that was free. But no. This clown brings in sugar/cholesterol/fat nuggets wrapped in wax paper. Mmmmmmmmmm. Not.
I realize that the previous rant makes me sound like a health nut who works out all the time and spends endless hours staring at his naked body longingly in the mirror. Not the case. I do happen to be in good shape, but it's not due to a rigid diet and workout regimen. Rather, it's genetics. I could eat 12 of those cream puffs and not gain a pound. I just don't feel like it.
That's all for now. I need to go to the bathroom.
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