Hello Me it's Me again

You know after a show if you sit around long enough, maybe cause you're too high or drunk, maybe cause the crowd's so thick you're still waiting to leave and the stage is empty but you just kinda sit and stare at it. And then after a while a janitor or a roadie walks by to the microphone and he kind of builds up a little courage even though there's only like 5 people out of 50,000 that are still looking at the stage and he does his little show. I guess that's me now.
Sorry I've been away for so long, I guess most of us in our little blog circle have been bad keeping up as of late. Maybe life is moving on and leaving the blogs behind, who knows. But here I am again, at least for now, and here's the news.

Work is consuming my life. As I was hoping I guess. But now my childhood house of 25 year is for sale and we've got a buyer. The paperwork is supposed to be signed today. We've started paperwork ourselves on a 2 bedroom condo around Sleepy Hollow, yes THAT Sleepy Hollow, about 20 minutes away from where we are now. It's nice, it's kind of private, but it's just not home. And it really will never be home cause I'm gonna have to move into this city sooner or later and that'll be home from then on. So I've been missing my house even though I still live in it cause I only really get to take advantage of it on weekends.

Or at least now I get to take advantage of it on weekends because I may be employed now but I'm also single again. M'lady and I broke up on Easter. Xmas to Easter relationship, how very Jewish of us I know. It was just long enough to miss her but not long enough of a relationship to keep me down any long period of time. So it was quite a welcome excursion two Fridays ago when our CD decided to take all the ladies and himself, yes he's a guy, a La Jolla native, Louis Vuitton sandal wearing, guy, out for pedicures. And of course yours truly was dragged along. And rather enjoyed it. It wasn't the same as when bacon grease gave me that yellow toe painting years ago, but it was nice.

But last night was the doozy of all doozies that lead me to write again. Last night was my first focus group. An entire night of two sessions finding out from very affluent white men and women what they think of my electronic store ads. It can be summed up by what my Executive AE said during the fulcrum of the second session, "I've been doing focus groups for 15 years and I've never seen anybody get literally mad at ads before. Congratulations." He punched me in the shoulder and I raised my fists to the air as only a true champion could and then took it like a man as I listened to the stupid and the occasional, though I'm sure accidental, smart statement from these people as I tried to squish the head of this one woman who kept trying to move around commas and didn't like the color of one of the guys pants and decided to rip through the copy. She literally started having conniptions when the headlines were read. Conniptions! On the bright side it looked like, though they hated the ads, they defended the company and it's reputation, which pleased Mr. Client very much. So I think I'm about to have to redo a full campaign, perhaps from scratch, that goes into print in a matter of weeks, starting...... now!