3/17/20, Tuesday – Hi. I’m still alive.
And so are millions and billions of other people. Not making light of anything, just my attitude. I thought this morning driving here to the Sonic office about style, and about influence, how lately I’ve tried to be more Sedaris-esque, or Lawson-y, rather than completely Mike Madigan-ish. In fact, no -ish. Just all Mike Madigan. Either way, here I am in the nook. Have a call at 9am. Just want to sell something. I know people are slowing up, or down, but goddamnit I want to SELL. I know this goes against everything I wrote and posted yesterday about going back to the drawing board. Shit, still need to edit that restroom piece. Where is it?
Quiet. Saw one employee walk in. I should take the day off. And quarantine. There’s that word again. Quarantine. Maybe that is the right idea. I could finish a whole flippin book. Right? Couldn’t I? I mean, I think I could. This new journal, not sure what’s so new about it. It’s another journal. Maybe that’s what I should’ve titled the doc.
Didn’t hit ANY of my homework aims for last night, in terms of wine writing, or …. Anything. Who cares, I tell myself. This is a crazy and crucial time, just the right excuse I need to be dismissive or lazy, or not get certain things done.
That was a joke. A bad one, but still with joke intentions.
I’m just sitting here, sending emails back and forth. May email a prospect some numbers in a minute. Two prospects, actually. Then wait some more. Yes, waiting… waiting for what. Godot.
Just sent a quote to prospect, the one I was stressing over this morning. Wished someone well, a good day and to stay healthy and safe. I guess that’s what you do in these times. What times. I don’t know, the times you’re told to do something like that. I meant it, just noticed that everyone’s doing it. Not going to say anything else. Cuz then I’ll be that guy. Vocal commenting clown. So, I sip the latte.
Third estimate out, and it’s not even 10 o’clock as my Sales Engineer pointed out. At least I’m being productive… why do I say that, I’m always producing, moving… need to give self more credit. Not too much though, don’t want to be that guy either.
Everyone telling me there might be a “shelter-in-place” order for Sonoma County. Trying not to cuss, but I so what to say that word right now. Would feel so good. PIG-LICKER!!! That’s instead of. Too lazy to look up Shakespearean insults graph. This quarantine could offer an interesting opportunity in terms of writing, I’m seeing. Think that might be selfish. Is it though? Look at what this thing has done to me, to us. I could pretend I’m in some dystopian film, one that wouldn’t attract many ticket sales. Or maybe this is a blockbuster. I will write this… all of this.
Don’t want this new journal to be all COVID-coded.