From today’s Dallas Morning News (online):
“Report: Dallas-Fort Worth has strongest job market in U.S.”
No duh – I got a job!
More details later…suffice it to say that I’ll be a Senior Copywriter, mostly direct marketing to start, for a rapidly growing agency.
Really psyched to start next Tuesday!
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September 26, 2008]]
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Ah, George Costanza. One of television’s greatest characters.
Welcome back to my insane ramblings. I hope you missed me. I missed you…or at least the thought of actual people out there, bathed in the soft light of your monitor, reading what I type in off the top of my head. I appreciate you very much.
Fantasy baseball update, Yahoo league: Still bouncing between 7th and 9th place out of 11 teams. Traded away Lance Berkman, J.D. Drew and Heath Bell for Carlos Quentin, Jon Rauch and Chris Perez. I figure for a keeper league, Quentin is a big-time guy to have – and his numbers were Berkman-like for much of this season.
Fantasy baseball update, CBS (and money) league: Also still bouncing, although I had a tremendous week and went from 13th to 7th for a few glorious days. I thought that some of my long-time slumpers were finally living up to their usual stats, but then they kind of went back into suspended animation.
Turns out I will *not* be staying on at my current freelance gig, at least not in the same role. We’ve discussed another position in the company, but I still need to talk about it with the person who would be my supervisor. If this doesn’t pan out, I’m working on some other options. Stay tuned…
No big boxing this past weekend, but that’s OK because we were in Philly for my friend Howard’s wedding. They had it at this little winery north of New Hope, PA. (I enjoyed their sweet riesling.)
This weekend, it’s pool time for sure. Dallas has been hovering around 100 degrees the past couple days, and it’s supposed to “cool down” to the mid-90s for a while. And summer officially starts this weekend.
Our apartment complex is being really jerky about trash. We were putting out our trash bags (no garbage can be left out unless it’s in a bag, by the way) the night before trash pickup – which is 8:30 a.m. on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. It wasn’t hurting anybody. But the complex policy, which was redistributed in memo form, says that we can’t do that anymore. So trash has to be out some time between sunrise and 8:30 a.m. This is an inconvenience that annoys me.
The Phillies are doing very well. Of course, now that I’ve said that, they will probably begin to suck. Sorry for the jinx, boys.
Writer’s block, jet lag and overall malaise have overtaken me.
This is ridiculous.
They’re calling for up to FIVE INCHES OF SNOW for much of the DFW area.
We moved here to get AWAY from the White Devil, as I like to call it.
And on Shannon’s birthday, no less.
They don’t even use salt down here to help with the roads (something about being unable to store it, because it’s rarely used). So what do they spread? SAND. Which makes for a nice crackling sound as you drive over it, and puts a nice brown sheen across the bottom of your car. But it doesn’t help much with traction.
Even if it did, the vast majority of bad drivers here–who can barely handle rain or ice–will undoubtedly careen into each other during this evening’s commute and tomorrow morning as well.
Ugh. This sucks. At least it’ll be back up to 70 degrees on Sunday.
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