Non-brown hair, bonus, volunteering

by agoodnow

The last 10 hours were eventful.

Ran 7 miles in an hour.

Got my bonus number

Got my hair cut (more significant than one would think)

Picked up my dry cleaning (not significant at all)

We will start with the run.  Felt good. Of course I picked a treadmill with a broken TV.  So instead of watching the Olympics I attempted to visualize Central Park.  That lasted 3 minutes.  I stared blankly at the wall while thinking – “Gee, I was prepared to get a shitty bonus (again) this year, but this still sucks”

My bonus: I got one.  It was not very big.  I’m disappointed. It will be discussed with management.  Does anyone need a high energy Client Relations Director, located in Manhattan?

Hair cut: Not all of my hair is brown any longer.  As a matter of fact, lots of them are no longer brown.  My barber made a comment about it.  Not good.  That scares me.  I’m not kidding.  I may not sleep tonight (without a sleep aid)

Dry cleaning: I picked it up.  The guys who do my laundry must sit around and get high all day.  How else could you get through the day washing and folding laundry?

The community center where I want to volunteer sent me a packet of information.  There are a lot of programs I can help with.  I will most likely help homeless people with education, social skills, and obtaining benefits (lots of homeless are eligible for a lot of government support, but do not have the means to obtain it).  Another program I will look into is being a “buddy” to an elderly person.  Visiting with them once or twice a week.  Going with them to the store, running some errands, and just being there with them.  So instead of sitting on the couch watching TV for a couple hours on the weekends I’ll give back and help some people.  That is a great trade-off.

It is really nasty outside right now.  Windy, wet snow, the sidewalks are slippery.  Nights like this I’m glad I have a warm apartment.  I can sit around and bitch about not getting the greatest bonus, but at the end of the day I’m a lucky guy.  I have great friends, a great family, I’m healthy, and if I may say so myself, I’m damn good-looking.   Life is good and it is only getting better (with the exception of the non-brown hair coming in)