RickinNYC
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Bichon Barb, your easter rabbit pic is giving me nightmares...
Anyway, favorite foreign food has to be sushi. Can't get enough of it. And Joe hates it...
As for my worst job, I spent one year as a Director of Sales for a small ad agency here in NYC. I'd get into work at a normal hour, 9am, but the creative team and the agency owners wouldn't arrive until early afternoon. Then they'd start to actually work until about 3 or 4pm. Nice life, eh?
But I needed to be there early in order to make sales calls, set up pitches, manage the inside sales team and a couple of sales guys. Normally, no big deal, right?
But because the rest of the agency start work until late, I ended up staying with them to insure that my story boards, pitch materials, etc... were worked on and what the client wanted. So guess what time my day would end?
You guessed it, about 10/11/12 at night, if not later. Usually later. Joe never ever saw me in that time. In fact, before a couple of pitches, I would work until about 5am, take a car service home, take a shower, change and go back to work to make the pitch.
I even had to go to Massachusetts after doing that WITH a fever of 104!
Those guys were the biggest pieces of garbage I'd ever met. I (insert expletive here) HATED them and still do. I told myself I refused to quit until I put in at least one solid year. I quit on my anniversary.
Anyway, favorite foreign food has to be sushi. Can't get enough of it. And Joe hates it...
As for my worst job, I spent one year as a Director of Sales for a small ad agency here in NYC. I'd get into work at a normal hour, 9am, but the creative team and the agency owners wouldn't arrive until early afternoon. Then they'd start to actually work until about 3 or 4pm. Nice life, eh?
But I needed to be there early in order to make sales calls, set up pitches, manage the inside sales team and a couple of sales guys. Normally, no big deal, right?
But because the rest of the agency start work until late, I ended up staying with them to insure that my story boards, pitch materials, etc... were worked on and what the client wanted. So guess what time my day would end?
You guessed it, about 10/11/12 at night, if not later. Usually later. Joe never ever saw me in that time. In fact, before a couple of pitches, I would work until about 5am, take a car service home, take a shower, change and go back to work to make the pitch.
I even had to go to Massachusetts after doing that WITH a fever of 104!
Those guys were the biggest pieces of garbage I'd ever met. I (insert expletive here) HATED them and still do. I told myself I refused to quit until I put in at least one solid year. I quit on my anniversary.
I remember one time when Hunter had a stomach virus and an ear infection at the same time. I had to give him Tylenol is suppository form. Poor kid. He looked like I was starving him.
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g'afternoon all. i'm sorry DHB. do u need comforting?? you can have some pasta with us. it always cheers me up. especially when the parental units are mad at me like they are now...but that's a whole 'nother story.....
