The bad client called to kiss my ass. It was embarrassing.
The President of the United States came to Hooterville. His helicopter buzzed over our building. That’s as close as I got. But I was excited he came, and relieved our Tea/Douche Baggers didn’t make a bigger ass of themselves. Good God, people … settle down and learn to spell.
We put the finishing touches on a tire commercial that will run NATIONALLY soon on the Discovery and History Channels. Yeah, that’s right. I said Nationally. We’re above average here in Hooterville.
Brought our old office manager back. It’s heaven. I’ve been at the gym three times this week before 6pm.
Our designer had a colonoscopy. We gave him 4 rolls of Angel Soft and he named his polyps. We’re so weird.
I’m on the Board of our local womens shelter. The cash flow crisis we feared would happen, has. Our fucked up state government owes us $200,000…and others plenty more. As the Board’s VP, I’m freaking out, trying to figure out a solution. Your ideas and suggestions would be more than welcome.
I had to keep reminding myself that, even though I don’t get to do what I went into business for anymore, it’s still good. It’s just that now I shuffle papers, boss clients around…and get to work with cool people.








