Thursday, August 28, 2008

I am still alive


Gentle Readers,

Life has been C-R-A-Z-Y! Which is why I have not been blogging. I apologize. I will explain all soon.

My life as a Strategic Sales Executive will be coming to an end quite soon. I have accepted another job (same company.) I will share the details a bit later. It will be less money, but I am excited about it for a number of other reasons.

In case you were wondering, it is a voluntary move. One of the sales managers I work with comes across as a big galoote (he's referred to by some as a "Soprano" even though he's not Italian.) He speaks that Brooklyn tough-guy patois to the point that I am literally weak-kneed. And he L-O-V-E-S me which makes it all the more fun. I thought he was going to go berserk when I told him I was leaving the position - he immediately ordered me not to accept the other offer until he had a chance to "see what he could do."

This made me nervous because he and his crowd have been known to work the back rooms to get their way, and I was almost afraid he was going to do something to throw a wrench into my plans. But whatever he tried to do, he did not succeed and I am moving forward with my plans.

I was on a conference call with a bunch of people the other day and someone said "hey Tom, I heard Jerry is taking it kind of hard that you're leaving." I replied "yes, I've ended romantic relationships with less drama than he is causing me." Everyone laughed, and inside I felt all giddy that I was breaking the heart of this big galoote.

He's been really nice to me the past two years. In every single fight I've had with his sales reps (and I've fought with virtually all of them) he has taken my side. He pretty much thinks I can do no wrong, and I think there's a little dom/sub action going on underneath it all. He's majorly macho-aggressive and I think he knows that if he flashes his bedroom eyes at me in just the right manner I'll always let him have his way.

Ok, I'd better stop talking about this or George will want to leave me. But he must be forwarned: Jerry and his inner circle of galootes are taking me to an expensive steak dinner sometime before I leave. Maybe I can get them to take me to the Bada-Bing afterward.

CP

17 comments:

Flannery Alden said...

Congratulations and bada bing to you!

Dale said...

C.R.A.Z.Y. is the title of a very good French Canadian film. Just saying.

I'm currently composing a song in your honour. I think it'll be called The Ballad of Tom & Jerry.

Congratulations you heartbreaker you!

MG said...

Not only are you weak in the knees from the big galoot (notice the "e" is not silent, it is absent)but his galootness has caused a drop in your usually impeccable spellling (see third paragraph). And yes, George should leave you and take everything you have...

Bluez said...

Must be the change of seasons, I too am moving on if all goes as planned on Wednesday.

Good luck to both of us! Its like my dad used to say to me, where there is stress in your life, alleviate the stress and move on!

Maybe now I can afford a good steak dinner!

Tanya Espanya said...

Hurry up and give details. Where do I send the baby?

Keith Kennedy said...

well we're just all glad that you're not dead.

vikkitikkitavi said...

It's okay to go to the Bada-Bing, but if Tony calls a meeting upstairs, DO NOT GO.

GrizzBabe said...

I have no idea what a Bada-Bing is, but I hope you come back in one piece.

Madam Z said...

I am so glad you're back, you dear little galoot!

lulu said...

You have been hiding a big, galootish, Dominant kinda guy from me? You know that's TOTALLY my type.

Chris said...

I suppose congratulations are in order then! Good job, CPW!

Some Guy said...

Man, you had me worried sick! Be careful around the galoot brigade. Order the scungile and you'll be in like Flynn.

Cormac Brown said...

"Tom?" "Jerry?" No wonder there is an odd dynamic going on like it's being animated by Hanna and Barbera. I hope all the things you were talking about come to pass : )

The Lady Who Doesn't Lunch: said...

I'm married to a big galoote, although he refers to himself as a Goombah. I understand the weak knees. The galoot-i-ness can be intoxicating for a midwesterner.

Mnmom said...

Hey Lady - me too!! A big New York Italian goombah! I understand CP - he starts using those hand gestures and that accent and it's all over.

BeckEye said...

Ayyyy, whut? New job? Fuhgettaboutit!

Elizabeth McQuern said...

I hope there are no concrete shoes in your future.