Final Snippets

I haven’t written in a bit.  Yes, I’ve been very busy, but the reality is that I just haven’t had much new to say.  Well, I have, but most of what I’ve had to say covers topics I’ve exhausted already.

Today, on the fourth anniversary of this blog I’ve decided to end it.  I want to continue to write, but I just think I’m ready for something new.

You don’t necessarily have to be good at what you do, you merely need to convince people who you are good at what you do.

I mentioned not too long ago that I was outlining a book, so I’m going to focus more writing time on that project.

I loved working for Jim Rua.  I found him to be generous and caring.  He gave credit for your ideas.

I hated working for John LaPosta.  I found him to be mean and uncaring.  He took credit for your ideas.

Oh snap. You didn’t say that?

I like where I work now.  It ain’t perfect, but no place is.  Accepting that has really made a difference in my life.

Some people love to tell you what they can do for you, others will do them.

I don’t like sneaky people.

Thank you all of you for giving me support following my post about my battle with depression, it meant a lot to me.  I’m ready to help others in our industry with similar issues.

I reserve the right to start a new blog at some point.

I was in the checkout at The Hannaford’s and the cashier told the customer in front of me that she didn’t trust doctors and would rather die than go to one.

My continued recovery from depression has left me with a new clarity and ability to understand things I hadn’t for a very long time.   That is really starting to show up in my work.

Theresa, Jenn, and I knew one of the young people who perished in the recent limousine crash in Schoharie

What the Hell? This story gets more fucked up every day.

I got a call this evening from some dipshit asking me to support some republican candidate.  I told her I’d rather die than vote for a republican in today’s climate.

I voted for Reagan.

Yes, I know republican should have been capitalized, but they don’t deserve a capital letter unless they can get rid of all the assholes like Mitch McConnell and the number one asshole Donald Trump.

Hey, your portfolio is strong, who cares who’s getting fucked.

One would think It would be fitting that I consume Bourbon while writing my final post, but I chose oak cask-aged Irish whiskey instead.

Quitting drinking is one of my next tasks.  If you have been paying attention you know it’s been a struggle.

Well, I told you I have nothing left to say.

My goal was always to write at least five hundred words.

There you have it. Five hundred final words. Thanks folks.