Okay, so I’m not sure how to write about this one.
I hired a guy about six months ago for a position. He was in his early sixties and one of the nicest people I had ever met. His past career had been in education and he was a dean at a university prior to working with us. He would come in every day and sit at his desk working to build a business in real estate.
Last time I left you, I had just explained to my forgetful father that I was bringing Jessica home for Thanksgiving dinner with my family.
A woman I had never spent even a second with in mutual physical presence.
I decided that since I'm scheduled to attend BlogWorld in Los Angeles in November, I should get some business cards to hand out.
And even though business cards lost all practicality around 1997, it still seemed like the right thing to do.
We all know that nobody really likes it when you force a business card at someone unwarranted. It's a douche move, plain and simple.
A girl took me to lunch today.
Actually, I paid, but it was her idea.
In my profession, which is managing Chicago real estate agents, I am constantly recruiting.
Many firms simply do a terrible job of supporting their realtors and leasing agents, and I am always reaching out asking if they would be interested to join our firm.
Instead of trying to impress you with a nice build-up before the story, I'm just going to let the story impress you on its own.
My Review – As Seen On Amazon.com
Perfect If Your Coworkers Grafted a Dick On Your Hand!
As a genetic bio-engineer, I am working on architecting the growth of organs and appendages via biological induction grafting. For you dummies, that means I do things like grow human ears on mice. It's super cool.
I'll never give this child another cigarette, pinky swears!
