Wednesdays, ComputerTown, & Gold Adidas

Today is Wednesday January Third Two Thousand Ten. I like wednesdays, dunno what all this hump day shit is about. By the end of the day the week is halfway over and its time for the real work start. All the work you didn't want to do or put off early in the week needs to get done. Wednesday is a substitute day for the rest of the week a good day to take stock and figure out what needs to be done so your asshole boss won't live up to his reputation. It would be awesome to work four ten or twelve hour days and have Wednesday off every week. I think I could deal with that because getting thru two days of work is easy. There is a department at CHB that does that but I wouldn't work for them unless they paid me a shit ton of cash.

The only thing I really liked about sales was that as long as I met or exceeded my sales goal nobody would fuck with me. When I was at ComputerTown I didn't really get along with the salespeople from other stores because we were different. They were really gung-ho about CT and Apple, totally loved the fact they were selling what they were into. They were also from Cow Hampster which is only forty or so miles from Boston but it is a different world. I worked at the 52 Congress Street CT and really loved it there. I had a bunch of computer sales experience at Computer's Etc and I was hired by the CT sales manager. When the store manager Chris met me he told me that since he didn't hire me directly he didn't know if I was going to work out. While that may be true, its not really something you want to tell a guy who has just signed up to work for you. Chris was a total prick and a bad manager. He also slept with the fattest customer service rep even tho he was married. ComputerTown worked out well for me, I still am friends with my manager and a bunch of other sales people from the Boston store. I ended up selling about a hundred thousand dollars worth of computer shit a month for that store and was promoted to be the sales manager. The manager, Carolyn was awesome. She was very patient and understanding and I am good friends with her to this day. There are lots more stories about CT to document and I am glad that I thought of the place.

So I wore my gold Adidas to work today because I am going to see Galactic tonight. I now have two pairs of gold sneakers, both Adidas, and I think they are awesome. They were both on sale and very comfy so I don't really care what color they are but the fact they are gold makes them cool to me. This English bastard in the program also likes to wear Adidas so I monitor his footwear very carefully to make sure I don't have the same pair as he does. He is a very good kid who also lives on my street so I run into him a bunch. I think we even talked about our mutual love of Adidas and he didn't pull the English card. He does have a sweet pair of black and gold Ghostface Killah SSII's which I would have purchased had they been available in my size. This brings me to a major question that has been bothering me. Why the fuck do sneaker salespeople always tell you that while they don't have your exact size they do have a size or two smaller or larger ? Do people actually buy shoes that don't fit ? Whenever they tell me that I always respond politely with, "No, I need size eleven and a half. Thanks for looking tho'." But I want to yell, "What the fuck motherfucker ? Do you actually think I am going to wear something either too big or too small when I can just go online and get a fucking pair of shoes in the correct size ? This is just an impulse buy because I was walking by your trendy and way over priced store !"

So I was visiting an end user to take care of something and this woman told me she loved my gold sneakers. I have to admit that I enjoy it when someone makes a remark whether its good or bad about my footwear. For someone to notice something I am wearing is a totally new experience for me. I used to not really give two shits about how I looked and its cool that my efforts are starting to pay off. Anway, I told the gold Adidas loving woman where to get her own pair and also mentioned that gold Stan Smiths were available as well. She was terribly excited and I hope that my gold sneakers made her day a good one in some small way. If they did that then they did their job, besides being very comfy.

Saw my trainer last nite. Man, she is in good shape and I guess she would have to be as she is a walking advert for her services. She whipped off about a dozen push ups to my three. I don't know how old she is but she probably is in better shape than most of the women in their twenties around here. We added a few exercises to my routines that won't stress out my knees and also added a new cardio machine. Nancy says its her favorite and I think I know why: It totally kicks your ass. You stand up straight and simulate walking up a hill but its a little different than that. Your legs have their weird elliptical motion and it took me a little while to get the hang of it. Its very important to wait for the motherfucker to stop moving or it will whack your shins in a major way. Its a large unmovable mass right at shin level and I know that I am going to whack myself, it is just a matter of time. Because of this I sorta jumped off it this morning and probably looked like a freak to the others in the room. Thats totally ok, I am used to that.