Just another note to say I'm still here. But my writing mojo has taken a short vacation, so y'all are just going to have to wait for my Poor George sequel, as well as the rest of the Bubs interview.
Min's dad is still hanging on, though it looks like we're getting closer to a resolution. I'm glad he has all his family around him.
My job as a Strategic Sales Executive is sucking the very life force out of me. The other day I made yet another brilliant career move by telling our vice president, in front of all my colleagues, "I can't do anything about these ridiculous numbers so I simply decided I wouldn't worry about them." Those kinds of comments are usually reserved for the independently wealthy who wouldn't care if they were fired. The room went silent for a few moments, and then the VP said "well it's good that you choose something to focus on and then do it." Of course, he may not be aware that what I focus on most is chronicling the annoying things my sales reps do and say to me.
After my Chicago meetings I stopped in on my parents for approximately 20 hours, and realized I had not seen them since our disastrous vacation last summer. My, how time flies when you're dysfunctional.
I am Coaster Punchman and you have just entered my world. I rule it with an iron fist, so if you're looking for First Amendment protection, you will not find it here. I have a now deceased crazy Chinese mother-in-law, and sometimes I wear Crocs around the house. I don't like flip-flops or Mormons. I'm also a cyberstalker by trade -- so I could look up all sorts of random shit about you if I wanted, but I probably won't because I'm pretty lazy.