I woke this morning feeling royally pissed off. I felt rested. I just felt really annoyed. Fun thoughts of Dad keep dancing through my head no matter what I do. “I’m guessing this means I’ll be getting a communication from him again, soon?”
I have gotten through another couple of hours’ worth of Anne Rice’s Witching Hour, which is a beautiful thing. I’m also on my fourth cup of coffee and even took the time to listen to a bit of the Everyone Talks to Liz Claman’s podcast.
She was doing an interview of Carl Gambino, a Real estate guy who has sold quite a bit of property over the past ten years. What got my attention was his belief in Manifestation and statements about his perceived importance of reading goals out loud.
Carl also mentioned Napoleon Hill’s book, “Think and Grow Rich,” and how a lot of the things in there worked for him. He attributes part of his success to having the brain of an addict, too, Which I can see would be of great assistance if you can harness it in a way that works for you. Based on what I heard, “Carl has certainly done that.”
Personally, I’ve simply gotten tired of pushing forward. I’m surrounded by people who seem to think they know better than I do a lot of the time and I’m tired of dealing with it.
I’m tired of being bitched at and listening to a majority of the people around me bitch about how everything in their world is all wrong. “How about telling me what you can do for a change?”
I’m tempted to change my voicemail to something along the lines of, “Hi! You’ve reached Brian. If you don’t have good news for me or think you are a part of the Master Race don’t bother leaving a message after the tone. Now here’s the tone.”
I probably shouldn’t do that. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted to do so.
I do need to do more work on Dad’s site this afternoon. So, I’ll put another hour or so into that project before calling it a day. I’ve got four more pages to generate for that site before the project is complete. I’m pretty sure the entire thing will be finished by the end of next week, if not sooner.
I’m pretty sure Dad hasn’t done jack on his end to sell the car. I can tell from the site traffic he hasn’t done much on his end to sell the 34 Chevy either, and the post for that thing has been online a lot longer. But, at the end of the day, “That’s his problem.”
At least I’m getting paid for the work. I could probably charge more, but sadly enough, I still have a conscience. “I’m thinking about doing away with that conscience though.”
Why bother with it. What’s the point in having ethics anymore? No one else really seems to worry about it much, not even the Federal Government. “Turn on news for more details.”
But here I is, still practicing ethics. To what end, “I have no idea!”