Let the Games Begin.

"It appears that the website has become alive. This happens to computers and robots sometimes. Am I scared of a stupid computer? Please. The computer should be scared of me. I have been salesman of the month for 13 of the last 12 months. You heard me right. I did so well last February that Corporate gave me two plaques in lieu of a pay raise."

----Dwight Schrute

Tomorrow I head to Sunny San Diego for the first of many work trips. And whilst I feel as if I have a good grasp on what I'm doing, I can't help but have an underlying feeling (or fear) that in actuality...I do not.

What I do have going for me, (and no...not just that award winning smile...) but confidence...albeit a completely naive form of confidence, but one that does exist. I believe in myself, and I believe in my organization...so regardless, I figure as long as I bring that to the table, I should be able to make it though 94% of any situation I ever find myself in. Right?

If not, well, then...any job openings in the bay area?

This weekend has been a bit of a bust. It was of course, a gorgeous San Francisco weekend...one that I spent a majority of on the beach here in Alameda. I've been studying up on all the programs we offer...and like always it inspires me to travel again...more often...all the time if I could. Today it was Argentina, yesterday South Africa and tomorrow quite possibly be Ghana...or Croatia...or Greece(again). But this weekend was all about adventures in Alameda.

Yesterday I was lounging on my yoga mat (which to be quite honest, has only been used for yoga once...) minding my own business, memorizing my catalog and watching the people stroll by on their way to the ferry landing.

A young couple walks past me and heads to one of the many picnic tables. I say hello, they do as well. It's clear that this couple is not married, quite possibly in the early stages of their relationship. I go back to reading about Argentina.

As I begin the section on Argentinian Tango Dancing, I hear the unmistakable sound of someone throwing up. I look and it is the male half of this young couple. In between lurches, all you hear is a male "Sorry" and an even quieter female, "that's okay...puke over there" This literally goes on for about 10 minutes before I decide its time to peace out.

I don't know about anyone else out there...but I'm not quite sure what I'd do on a date that ended with projectile vomiting.


I should have stayed longer to observe, however all I could think of that he probably has some sort of contagious bird flu and I have a business trip on Monday and I clearly cannot become sick.

I do hope she gives him a second chance though. I really do.