In It To Win It

The other afternoon I was on IM with a little bro of mine that I used to work with. I call him secretly "The Little Prince".

He is not from here. He appears to know nothing about a lack of luxury.

I actually envy him that and so am prone to be patient through many decisions and quandaries that I would not suffer in other people because:

a) he has a kickass work ethic
b) he is a gentleman
c) he is all of twenty three years old and any irritations i come across come with the disclaimer that "this too shall pass"

So we have remained friends long past the normal "work friends only" expiration date. But the other afternoon I found myself losing patience as he told me about this business venture he's in on that his family is funding and may not pan out.

I told him that I understand the worries but that he should file them under RPP.

Rich People Problems.

We had a good laugh. Moved on.





Anyway. Tonight finds me lamenting that I just spent a third of my vacation budget getting a FUCKING BOOT removed from my jeep on Friday and I realize that yeah. That goes under RPP too, to a certain degree.

That said, vacation is in August instead of July. Good thing for me flights to Mexico are cheaper then, anyway. I think I've committed to sugary sand and miles of ocean and swimming.

I am only worried about bugs. I hate bugs. I need a bug-free environment. If you have any suggestions in the Los Cabos or Cancun areas that would allow me to not feel threatened by creepy spiders, scorpions, centipedes, crazy urethra invading worms, leeches, rabid toads or flying fucking ANYTHING bigger than your average house fly? Please do inbox me at deetoxic at yahoo dooot com and I'll happily listen.

Two rules: I fly Virgin and I don't want to be surrounded by gringo snobs.





Color me demanding. I'll add contour as needed but I'm pretty sure your first take will be spot on.

Okay and today I made a commitment.

Quite honestly my job has been wrecking me in a million ways lately mostly due to myself and a fear of change that makes no sense at all. I've been on the fence. I've been over-delivering anyway as that is my standard but. Yeah. I could be more present I guess.

But today I went into the office cause of this pitch we are on and I finished off proposals and sent emails and talked to my boss some and in a split second I realized that I actually love that place. Love it. Love how I found it. Love how much they believe in me. Love how much I've learned about myself since I've been there.

Just love it. So I am committed. I gotta help make it all happen.

And also, I need to accept Change. It's almost always been a friend of mine. Always always if you count long-term impact. So why the tense shoulders?

Oh yeah. I need a week on a beach with a daily massage.

RPP.

Getting over myself, I promise you.

Angelina


PS: I really do think I should cut my hair off again and this picture is one of the reasons why, btw.