Crack – click – snap. “Hmmm.” Every single morning and evening, for at least a couple years, I’d done a standing meditation. And several months before I got my sign-spinning job, I noticed something interesting: My spine would creak and crack as if I were getting a chiropractic adjustment. And the cracks would occur around …
“It’s less than two weeks until the next ad runs. If I make a new video, do you think you can switch the webpage by then?” I was asking my long-suffering webmaster and technical expert. After recovering from my despair over the failed advertising campaign… I stepped up to “get shit done mode” The awful …
“Oh man I wonder how it’s going to do…I hope it profits…I’ll know by tonight…just shut up and don’t think about it…how’s it going to do…” My brain looped and looped on this as soon as I woke up that day, and accelerated as I went through my morning meditation and drove to work. All …
“I’m going to scrub this nasty toilet so clean, you’ll be able to eat off it!” I thought to myself, before attacking the public bathroom with the feverish intensity of Pollock dripping a painting. From the outset of landing my job as a sign-spinner, I knew I had an opportunity on my hands and I …
“You’re, uh, okay with wearing a costume, right?” “Yep,” I replied, with zero hesitation…although I took a moment to inwardly ponder what my life had come to… I was at a job interview, which consisted only of my future manager confirming I had a car, was able to work fulltime, could start that Sunday…and that …