Career Challenged

I loved working for LUCRUM.  I loved the people and the job was challenging, different and new.  I really got to experience the real deal in being a part of a sales team.

Every day I’d get up, organize my day…and do what needed to be done.  There is a lot to be said about having your own schedule.  Most of the day was spent cold-calling….ugh, shudder!  I know!  But, it became easier and easier over time and it was the best part of my day.  I loved the challenge of making it past the gatekeepers, finding little tidbits of information from the receptionist or assistant…and then the follow up letter. 

Ahh! The nice handwritten note that followed each voicemail.  In that little envelope I really let the creative juices fly.  I could say anything and not look back.  I thought, they’ll either read it and hate it or read it and be interested enough to call.  For the short time I was in sales for LUCRUM, it was about 50/50 for callbacks.  Some just wanted to thank me for the donuts I dropped off the next day (yes, another sales schtick) and some wanted to meet because my letter made them chuckle.  What can I say?  I’ve been told before I needed more of a filter in what I say, but to me, that is like cutting off my right arm.  LIke telling Ellen DeGeneres not to be funny…its just who she is.

Anyhow, that job is gone…economy, new management…and poof…I’m back at home sitting at my desk wondering what should I do next.

Oh, there is a long list of things I could do.  Heck, my first full day of unemployment Keith asked if I would poop-scoop and mow the lawn.  Sure, why not I said…I had nothing better to do!

As it is, I’m actually pretty busy for being unemployed.  Almost every day I’ve had a meeting of some sort…and a few have been in the early hours before 8am!  I’ve had several offers of doing freelance type of stuff here and there….but what do I really want to do?

Keith asked me, “What can you see yourself doing every day and loving it?”.  I replied, “Cooking of course!”.  He said, “You do that every night for me…see, you’ve been in heaven all along!”.

hardy har har har.

Vegas Girls Trip

Carrie’s bachelorette party was a huge success!

Pictures can be found here:

http://picasaweb.google.com/jacintaspinola/Vegas#

Bad Economy=No Hot Sauce

Every Tuesday, some of my co-workers go to Margaritas in the Carew Tower for $1 Taco Tuesday.

I recently tagged along with the group of 10 for Jeff Morris’s birthday lunch.

After we were served, Steve looked around and noticed there wasn’t any hot sauce on the table.  So he asked the waiter for hot sauce and the response was….

“That will cost extra.”

We are in a Mexican restaurant, and hot sauce will cost extra. That’s like going to McDonalds and having to pay for ketchup.  Or going to Starbucks and paying extra for milk/sugar.

What is the world coming to??

See the disappointment on our faces?

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How Motherhood Affects your Bowling

Last night I went out to practice for the upcoming CSL Bowling League that starts this week.  Me, Keith, Maria and Connor met Ryan and Smitty for 2 hours at Stone’s Lanes in Norwood.

Mom’s get no respect.  The last time I bowled I was 5-6 months pregnant, I bowled way better then.

Here is a copy of the email that Ryan sent out to the team the following morning.

After last night’s bowling practice, I’ve concluded that Jacinta will be replaced on the roster by her lovely daughter, Maria.  Thanks for trying out, Jacinta.  It was a tight competition, but in the end, Maria was just too consistent.  Also, Smitty will use Maria’s 6-lb pink ball instead of his normal 3-pack of balls…he gets much more pin action.

There are only four of us bowling this week – Behlan, Carrie, Egg and myself.  Next week, everyone is available except Behlan and Smitty.  Carrie and I may sit out next week so people get their turn.  I will more likely still show up to evaluate Jacinta’s and Emily’s performances and have a few shots of Jager to get the Bachelor Party weekend started right.  Carrie may just stay home and get her slutty, Vegas, boob shirts ironed for her Bachelorette Party weekend.

I love Ryan’s sense of humor.