Wednesday, July 12, 2006
A second post? . . . .
Well never, I don't want you to get too used to this kind of strange behaviour, but I'm writing a you a second post in two days.
Today I went to get my hair cut. It was long, and hot. And it made my head swear a lot. It needed cut the same way you grass would if the last person who cut it didn't know the difference between the lawnmower and a brick of mouldy cheese. Yes, the last haircut I got was that bad. Well, this morning I went to Salon Papillon, the hairdresser's under Grayson's apartment. Yes, I do realize that the Butterfly Salon, and no I don't care that it sounds a little gay. The girl that owns the place did a good job so I will henceforth be supporting her over the more corporate and unpredictable first choice haircutters. While I was in the chair the sweat first notes of white snake's eye of the tiger drifted through my ears bringing to light visions of grey track suits and dripping sweat bands. My phone was ringing, but I was enjoying the good haircut and I was on a tight schedule, so not recognizing the Toronto number I set it to the answering machine and got on with the new do.
A couple minutes later, my ears nicely lowered and a local entrepreneur deservingly paid, I got into my car and was about to check my new message when the phone rang in my hand. I barely had time to answer the phone before my eyes started to mist over and I began to run in the spot. It was mom calling. I answered the phone and this is the conversation I had:
"Did you talk to THEM?"
"Umm, no . . .who?"
"The Chiropractic College . . ."
"No, I was about to check my messages and call whoever it was back when you called . . ."
"I gave you ten minutes after they called here! They wouldn't tell me anything!"
"I was in the chair and couldn't take the call, besides, I didn't recognize the number. I'll check my messages now and call them."
"Well stop talking to me and call them!"
"Ok, I'll call you back!"
Pretty exciting eh? Well, I called them and they are sending me an info package and acceptance letter tomorrow (later today actually . . ) but pretty much I am in pending a chest xray and TB test. Both of which I should pass. I sure hope I pass, well I don't see any reason why I wouldn't pass. . . .Anyway, my first tuition payment is due in about oh . . .three weeks. $10 000. Yes, you counted the correct number of zeros. I have about a third of that in the bank right now, so I'm going to be applying for OSAP ASAP. I'm also going to be trying to make the most commission possible over the next three weeks.
Shout outs go out to God, the folks, and all the people that have been praying for me to get in . . .it really means a lot to me. Thank you.
ciao
LL
Today I went to get my hair cut. It was long, and hot. And it made my head swear a lot. It needed cut the same way you grass would if the last person who cut it didn't know the difference between the lawnmower and a brick of mouldy cheese. Yes, the last haircut I got was that bad. Well, this morning I went to Salon Papillon, the hairdresser's under Grayson's apartment. Yes, I do realize that the Butterfly Salon, and no I don't care that it sounds a little gay. The girl that owns the place did a good job so I will henceforth be supporting her over the more corporate and unpredictable first choice haircutters. While I was in the chair the sweat first notes of white snake's eye of the tiger drifted through my ears bringing to light visions of grey track suits and dripping sweat bands. My phone was ringing, but I was enjoying the good haircut and I was on a tight schedule, so not recognizing the Toronto number I set it to the answering machine and got on with the new do.
A couple minutes later, my ears nicely lowered and a local entrepreneur deservingly paid, I got into my car and was about to check my new message when the phone rang in my hand. I barely had time to answer the phone before my eyes started to mist over and I began to run in the spot. It was mom calling. I answered the phone and this is the conversation I had:
"Did you talk to THEM?"
"Umm, no . . .who?"
"The Chiropractic College . . ."
"No, I was about to check my messages and call whoever it was back when you called . . ."
"I gave you ten minutes after they called here! They wouldn't tell me anything!"
"I was in the chair and couldn't take the call, besides, I didn't recognize the number. I'll check my messages now and call them."
"Well stop talking to me and call them!"
"Ok, I'll call you back!"
Pretty exciting eh? Well, I called them and they are sending me an info package and acceptance letter tomorrow (later today actually . . ) but pretty much I am in pending a chest xray and TB test. Both of which I should pass. I sure hope I pass, well I don't see any reason why I wouldn't pass. . . .Anyway, my first tuition payment is due in about oh . . .three weeks. $10 000. Yes, you counted the correct number of zeros. I have about a third of that in the bank right now, so I'm going to be applying for OSAP ASAP. I'm also going to be trying to make the most commission possible over the next three weeks.
Shout outs go out to God, the folks, and all the people that have been praying for me to get in . . .it really means a lot to me. Thank you.
ciao
LL
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
So, this is the real world??
Well, Never, I really am getting bad at updating you! It's been over 3 months with no update . . .all my loyal readers will have deserted me, I mean you. Well I never really believed anyone was reading you anyway. Well, then for the blogtrekkers and other people who randomly stumble onto you, here goes my update:
April was eventful. I finished the last of my university exams. Potentially my last real exams ever. I really don't know what I'm going to do for the rest of my life. I now have a degree that doesn't exactly qualify me for anything specific, an application to Chiropractic College which is still on a waiting list and a new job. At least there is one positive in that list!
After my exams were done I went back to working at NCO full time while I was looking for a better job. About 45 minutes after I posted my resume on Monster, I got an email from a company saying that they wanted me in for an interview. I was all for it, I mean it's always nice when they contact you first right? So I go in for the interview, decide to go in for training on my day off from NCO and then decide whether I would take the job or not. Long story short, I took the job, quit my job at NCO a week after getting full time hours again and then just like that I had entered the wonderful and sometimes funny, sometimes scary world of sales. And now I'm running on and on again. Well, a company called Universal Power was opening an office in Hamilton and they were looking for new salespeople. I started selling fixed rate gas and electricity contracts door to door (Yes, it's true. Get over all that groaning now). Anyway, within a couple of weeks I had wowed them with my sales potential and blatently obvious management qualities so they promoted me to Senior Field Manager. So basically I drop my team of guys off where they are going to work for the day then I pick them up at the end of the day and for this I get commission of deal they write. I was thinking to myself, "Sweet, this couldn't get much better!" when they told me that I would be getting a company car (a 2006 minivan) to cart the troops around. We will also be going on trips up to cottage country for a week at a time. As long as the team is pulling enough deals out in the week the company pays for our accommodation and gas etc. I've been told that the general schedule for the day when you are on a field trip like that is to get up early and work in the morning, take a couple of hours off and go swimming fishing, or whatever you want for a couple hours in the heat of the day, and then work again in the afternoon and evening. After work is time to party as long as you are good to work the next morning.
So, this week I got Sherriff Grayson a job. He's a natural and I'm glad to have him on the team! Bring on the summer!
April was eventful. I finished the last of my university exams. Potentially my last real exams ever. I really don't know what I'm going to do for the rest of my life. I now have a degree that doesn't exactly qualify me for anything specific, an application to Chiropractic College which is still on a waiting list and a new job. At least there is one positive in that list!
After my exams were done I went back to working at NCO full time while I was looking for a better job. About 45 minutes after I posted my resume on Monster, I got an email from a company saying that they wanted me in for an interview. I was all for it, I mean it's always nice when they contact you first right? So I go in for the interview, decide to go in for training on my day off from NCO and then decide whether I would take the job or not. Long story short, I took the job, quit my job at NCO a week after getting full time hours again and then just like that I had entered the wonderful and sometimes funny, sometimes scary world of sales. And now I'm running on and on again. Well, a company called Universal Power was opening an office in Hamilton and they were looking for new salespeople. I started selling fixed rate gas and electricity contracts door to door (Yes, it's true. Get over all that groaning now). Anyway, within a couple of weeks I had wowed them with my sales potential and blatently obvious management qualities so they promoted me to Senior Field Manager. So basically I drop my team of guys off where they are going to work for the day then I pick them up at the end of the day and for this I get commission of deal they write. I was thinking to myself, "Sweet, this couldn't get much better!" when they told me that I would be getting a company car (a 2006 minivan) to cart the troops around. We will also be going on trips up to cottage country for a week at a time. As long as the team is pulling enough deals out in the week the company pays for our accommodation and gas etc. I've been told that the general schedule for the day when you are on a field trip like that is to get up early and work in the morning, take a couple of hours off and go swimming fishing, or whatever you want for a couple hours in the heat of the day, and then work again in the afternoon and evening. After work is time to party as long as you are good to work the next morning.
So, this week I got Sherriff Grayson a job. He's a natural and I'm glad to have him on the team! Bring on the summer!
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