First Jetpack Post

Weed high from 2 strong pot brownies that I review as excellent, and like KFC, is good cold too. I found a nice spot on the reation of the first two and my already suspciously joyous day was even coooler.

I started my new routine of therapy. Saying it. ding, these days, the populous is accepting typing as a new quicker way of communicating. Do not go past this site, it will give you much more information on this topic. I like to award myself a pride point here, which I use almost as In “I told you so”, because I figured out messaging was the medium I was a star in.

I used to be the king of 2 minute voice messages with the ladies. When their appearance wa removed and I could not influence my comfort by judging them on attractiveness. The nicest peole I know have all been people who may have scored lower on the insenitive 1 to 10 scale the media created for us to use. The bad way of thinking equivilent to… noooo.  don’t do it.  don’t say it.

Have we split into two people again?  You spoke up to stop me from using Germany in an anaology again. In recent sharing, we learned to hate a man we did not know 100%without question. We know there are a few peole. ding. There is an entire blank of the world that was … that suffered the stories of their elders experiences. The keepers of the stories. The 911 of … stop. Nobody would … you just can’t use examples that will be hurtful just because it might make peole think that our universe is a story.

Although I may not believe my own premis with what they have decided to call faith, It is a story that works, and can actually fit quite well into the universe you have created for yourself, whether you knew it or not.

From the moment each of donors shared their care package and sent a half off to camp, and two ones became one one.

Wait a second.  Wakka wakka wakka.  I have been writing and imagining on the premis that life begane the moment one became two. nill noticed it was diffent that it a moment ago, and as soon as there were two, they kept splitting. They expanded into the universe like am ballon can scan the entiure room like a roomba robotic vacuum cleaner scans the floor.

A baloon is like a cat, or a child with A.DD.  Eventually I will have seen all there is to see in my immediate universe. I will leave the waiting room with a bsic memory of anything I could turn into a story from that room.

I want to tell this story now.  Stop me if you’ve heard it.

ding warning sign. Repeating same stories from a grandchild perspectibe is an early sign of scary memory stories. From my current NOW, I see it as a way to remember the good stories and tell them as often as I can.

As an old person, I have colected a storage of my own bible. The word I use for cimmunity stories to share and use as anaologiesin life to help you with decsions and touch choices.

The community stories, shared by one or more speakers was where the community learned the original things that go without saying. The smart people figured out that a shared set of stories was not on;y a great way to create society and a growing world that would work.

The early afopters of American essentially had to play SIM CITY for realzies and taking advice from the Europe you left was frowned apon. Somebody smart one day declaired that Pride was a powerful tool, and if we could control pride with the offset of the concept of sin, and acceptable levels of bad.

We made bad and good too polar, and gave our youth the impression that doing things bad, was somehow actually bad. Like the Santa song goes, we taught peole to be good for godness sake, because you never know who knows your real stories.

The worst thing in my universe is having to give in to a better story, and abandon a perfectly uselful lie. Every time I am caught in an alteration of a truth brought forward as withness in the courtroom drama that is acted out in my mind, Thursdays at 7pm.

ding. Original cool idea.  Frogstar.TV The Orange Network doesn’t take sides.

Feel free to sign up and start blogging anonymously with a false persona. Tell the truth using who you imagine being, and strea, your thoughts at the speed of your typing, or the speed of your voice.

As little or a smuch as you like, but the idea behind the Orange network might be this:

 

I want to create something new, that lets shy peole not have to break the ice. I know there are many like me that can be a really good date, boyfriend husband or whatever given the chance, but those men who need to be asked give up. I imagine frequently many ways that the 70’s bar scene would have paid dearly for.

I believe it is ime for something huge, and I wish I could be found by an investor or a fan. Somebody to bring my dreams to life and make us both more comfortable than I am at the start of 2018.

Ok Google what day of the year isit?

It talks, but starts with the definition of a day and a year. It then tells me howmany days left there are this year, which would have been a valuable number to relate to, and a good goal to set… but becaue I was expecting the day of today in the year, and when I didn’t, I wasn’t ready to save the other answer.

It was the mental equivilant of swigging water out of the bottle in the fridge and discovering it was soda water instead. You may not agree, but something about the taste of soda water, sometimes referred to as tonic water, is perhaps the most vile taste I have ever asualted my mouth with, and I spent two years in my 20s as a raging alcoholic.

Sweps water with bubbles is unexplanably shocking tomy system. It does not mix with my saliva pleasently. That’s probably more extreme than I wanted to conveny. It’s more like expecting water and getting 7up.  You spit out a little bit before you catch up to what that NOW twist was and smile.

I Dadapt to the new NOW.


This portion of the Thursday addition of the new NOW nightly

The new now

The Ornage Daily monoalge.

My favourite concept of all time up till NOW is the

I stopped.  I wiped it clean.  I don’t choose to share my all time favourite because I like to have surprises. Ideas I hold on to in case I ever do find the secret or, more truthefully if ever I allow myself to cheat.

Aha.  The secret to some waterfall puzzles in life, os that not everything can be accomplished with nice and good. As you grow, whether nurtchured by the teaching comunity of school, work, churh, scouts, clubs, theatre, knitting or quit clubs… watever.

I am a huge fan of the community that gathers and shares the stories.

We think of the church as the keeper of the original stories, but sadly at some point, probably pretty early on, the idea of the community gathering regularly as a group to exchange the stories of their immediate universe.

I have learned a modern version told in the form of Star Trek so that I would not realize it was a bible story analogy of earth until I was older and saw it again, and again. Star Trek told good bible stories, but before TV, the community was the news.

WHen we learned how that guy in the book handled revenge, or anger, or whenthe girl you like asks you to help her get a nother guy to ask her to the dance.

The community stories were the Friends and Seinfeld of their time.

Stories that subtly instructed us how other people might react to situations, delivered as comedy.

I have an elaborate back story about the history of how I became a funny guy. It was a choice. The remarkable thing I say, when looking back is that I did so without being noticed. I knew I was funny, even without the clieche nagging of peers who smile and tell me I should be a commedian.

I never wanted that enough to try.

I never regretted it, but big moves like that need the other half, and That is definatly a third square chess move. I castle to run away faster than usual.

ding. Steve Memory; I laughed my guts out when best friend understudy StevE Boysen one made a joke that I didn’t react well too. I have no memory of the joke, but it landed flat and Steve turned to me and said; Whatta ya want, every one a winner?

I remember it with a slightly silly voice, but only tio make the character have more depth.

Whatta ya want, every one a winner became an instant motto for me. I adopted the concept into my work in oprgress movement towards being funny.

I wanted to call my show. Punchline News, with Orange Jeff

I just love the idea that I porefer my news filtered by things that will make me smile, and think, but in the end, delivered with a punchline. I am one of the millions of people that get by with the world knowledge of only sources delivered with a punchline.

I am an oncessive lsistener of Howard Stern as often as I can, but alwys cronologically and I have not yet given into the obcession of never missing a moment of the 3 day a week 5 hour broadcast, listened to in order, even if a week or more behind.

I confess that Imay have missed a day or

The light on my keyboard blinked at me, and I looked up.  Looked waaay up. The computer was catching up. Apparently I can NOT type at the speed of though for prolonged times.

ha!  My Computer has what I have. It needs to stop and take a breath to replay a story of the NOW that just happened.

It can fall behind in a similar way that I do. I hve seen my videos do it, and then spin ahead like an 80s video tape fast forwarding.


If I could ever send a messge back in time, it would be to share my writing and find a new partner eariler. Maybe Norman abd Egan would be interesting in joining Troy and Adam and maybe Daniel is a community project.

My idea.

Frogstar.TV rentable news segments. If you watch The Daily show they frequently have a segment produced entirely seperate from the daily show news jokes, with a story produced as a documentary, or like a real news segment.

They’re the stories that need to be told more often about life in a fictional country.

Democracy is an invention that allows one nation to have oposing sides that believe in sides with a game like pride and will fight tonot have to admit defeat… in many many aspects of life.

Somebiody smart figured it out that communities work best when the citisens are allowed at least two choices and so they have the impression they have control.

Society needs to have an alternative option toas many vchoices as possible to allow us to have identities and conflict.

Or its by design to allow for idenity, and rebellion and the conflict was a side effect when people started to figure out there were a lot of people they’d meet that preferred to not have to pick a side because that’d involve thinking about matters greater than their universe needs.

A great many peole love to be told what team they’re on. I am one of those people. I will avoid chooing anything until the moment I am standing in a position where I need to choose. Luckily, I am skilled at detecting what the best choice would be in your mind. Your existance allows me to choose with minimal fear or anxiety. The better I know you, the more comfort I can rely on to make choices in your presence that you will be pleased with.

— DIng side truth. I have confe… lets not use the word confess. Nothing I tell as my story should be considered worthy of that word.

I want to tell my mental stream as honest, and we;ve already witnessed some hesitation at times, but in the end, I am enjoying the genre I may have created. It’s be nice if I don’t claim victory 3 years ffrom now when somebody with more than 17 followers on Tumblr has.

I get ythe power of a friend colection although I still think iot’s a billion dollar iea to make the next facebook social media a fan based system.

ding serious.

huge.

It might actualy be posible to replace Facebook with a secondary stop in people’s day. Inventing a new way to grab peole’s valuable time and check your site before or after Facebook can lose quickly. If not enough peoplejump on board from the start, a new social media attempt will fail.

We say that it’ll be hard to topple the leaders online and create new leaders but I still understand the Internet was invented after it was released, and I can not comprehend how two generations past 137 years will be an unrecognizable world. Our fictional cabemen are marvelled by escalators and the “hooble” telescope, but real time travelers would be cruished by the revelations of what our world can do.

The world changed each time we got better at writing things down. Stone to chalk to graphite, which may hve started as actual led, which makes sense. The first change in reality that led pencils don’t use led.

I remember a single image of the moment when Bill Cosby revealed that Grampa had been driven crazy so he’d no longer control the money.  Led was dropped on his bedroom lightbulb over time and he went mad.

With the last stories of Bill Cosby, he greatness was tarnished with emotion as he was outcast as evil and all his good was suddenly shameful. Bill Cosby, if we believe the storuies we are told, didn’t get to die a legend and positive influence without an asterisk.

Now lets put aside for just a moment any stories of pervertions or sexual action reactions of a diferent time, is it fair to alwys include the news stories of the artist in the art?

Is it acceptable gehavior to seperate the two and appreciate art for how it makes you feel, and if you’re a thinker like me, I enjoy appreciating art for the stories I can imagine went into it;s inspiration, design and creation.

It is one of my favourite things to do, … reframe. I sincerly enjoy interaction with artists, because although I know they often work as their income, but a true artist that I can click with and smile, should enjoy the gift of a story, or more often, the gift of being ble to share their story, and recieve the reward of a smile.

There is value to an artist in the moment you get it. It makes you feel something, and a story appears. The opportunity to share your reation to art is either one of the best parts or the worst parts of being an artist.

I suspect the scale slides.  The first good fans are what creates the universe. I have recieved a thumbs up from an opinion I trust. My story has just been given a go ahead and I can move forward telling it live every night in a soon to be interactive nightly report.

The New Daily

In a Tinychat window with 24/7 silkengt webcam and conversation / question requestor.


The second ever Netflix show I binge watched in 3 sittings was Disjointed.

The origin story of this was the woman who introduced it to me. The first share from an almost stranger in the alternate universe of a near perfect lady for me, said hi high one day after a round of voice Cards Against Humanity. One ofmy favourite past times in that universe for talking to gorgious women without fear.

I use it as a stage and I love it.

The last time however 5 pretty women would not talk or react. I begin to self doubt and what I imagine is a hilarious campy game show voice hosting, was actually a clown that doesn’t know they’re laughing at me.

Funny second life story. I returned to the universe after a month away. I got down in the dumps as it were because three fantastic first dates didn’t last a week before they ran.

Its not me its her doesn’t fly after 3 in a row.

I can’t figure out the line between sitcom amusing irritating but always ends with a happy wife.

I want that so bad. I want a wife that I can work into a riutine of a better life.

again.

gif of Dinasaur Baby AGAIN. I even have the SL festure.

gesture.

 

RANT – I might have just deleted all my local work files

Google backup and/or Gdrive wording is horrible. I think “delete everywhere” just made me lose a lot.

My scenario. It’s wordy but every single post I’ve seen asking the same question gets a totally different problem answered. Even the support is confused by what is happening to people like me. I really did search for a long time first

What nobody made clear, is that Gdrive backup isn’t like old Google Drive. It deletes the local files on my hard drive that should have had zero to do with GDrive. I backed them up, but I didn’t know they were actually physically deleted from the source. This is insane and the wording of every menu is not helpful. Even calling MY DRIVE the Google drive and the physical Hard drive.

Imagine if I used Microsoft Backup and had 4 backups.  When I deleted one, cloud, it deleted all the content of my hard drive.  Or imagine if I deleted my UpDraft WordPress backup files from DropBox and the web site vanished forever. (Real insane analogy)

My Scenario:

I uninstalled Google drive and installed Gdrive backup on Windows.
Wording confused me so I guess I backup up absolutely everything from several folders to the drive. It took a few days.

I look on Gdrive and I see no hint of any files except the photos for the last 15 years in folders with no directories. This practically useless for using day to day, but fine for a backup – That’s a different issue I’m not complaining about.

I am backing up photos and videos using the free storage method cheering how wonderful it is, but somehow within a day, I am full of my 100gb paid storage. I’m surprised.

I can find no hint why or where the 97gb is hidden. I read everything on both the Google backup, and both web based and windows based Google Drive. I have no idea why nothing is backup up except pictures and a few very tiny files and my 100bg is full.  The help wording directions is confusing what am I syncing there and what am I syncing here?

Eventually, I find clicking “100gb of 100gb” displays a new hidden menu and page I would not normally know to look for and it shows me something called Quota and a number of files that are not locatable on my backup more Gdrive. Some are really big backup files. All sorts of directories I discover are from a work folder that was inside my pictures folder. I did not find word of this in help, aided by the huge inconvenience that Google never deletes forums that are more than 2 years old and relevant to versions from 2012, and the current pleas for help I eventually locate with cries of URGENT all answer the wrong problem.

So… I delete the hidden folders of all the things I don’t need to have it back up, especially given they seem invisible.  I delete merrily anything searching 8ZIP will bring up, or the Quota files that I never wanted to back up anyway.  Then, because BIN counts against my 100gb, I empty the bin. I know my count might not go down for 24 hours. I did read that somewhere.

Next thing I know, it has deleted the actual physical folders and files from my local hard drive.  Not the Gdrive. Not the backup… The actual files from my physical hard drive. Every last one. Gone, and gone from BIN.

BAM  I lost my work folder.  five years work.

WOW.

I search some other things like EXE or PDF and fine more hidden files I don’t need on the Gdrive. Things that I don’t need access to on my other 3 computers or tablets. but absolutely no way to determine where they are on my hard drive. In fact, not even a hint where they might be on a different computer… just that Gdrive has them somewhere, inaccessible unless I know their specific filename to search, or oddly – if I RE-ADD it to Gdrive a second time to so it stands alone in a visible folder, see it, and then download it.

That can’t possibly be right. DELETE EVERYWHERE has to be a lot clearer since everyone is familiar with how hard drive backups work. They don’t fiddle with your source files. EVER.

I am sad I am so confused. I can not recommend this to anyone. They might delete their entire hard drive. I remember in Windows 3.1 when clients used to see their folders and also their folders in the network share and delete one.  Bad things.

Summary: I have a Gdrive of 100GB I can’t use, and a hard drive 98GB smaller than it was yesterday, and a huge number of files I have to search old 2017 hard drive for to restore what I can from a legit backup I did in October.

weep weep.

Is discussion a spolier?

Possible Spolier for The Good Place. a sitcom about the after life.

I wanted to tweet and post some thoughts on a comedy I’m currently enjoying weekly on tv. I noticed season 1 is also on Netflix now, and word of mouth is good.

I surprised myself tonight with a spontaneous realization lightbulb moment at 2am while laying in bed not falling asleep.

Two Actually, followed by a bit of surprise it took me this long to figure out a possible ending. I’m not sure if that makes me feel happy or sad actually. Clicking on this link will open a new world for you. I get a somewhat equal pleasure from figuring out a great ending, and then a second pride point and moment of pleasure seeing I was right, and still enjoying how it played out. If I’m wrong, which I often am because my scenarios tend to be over thinking the alternate scenarios that are just in my brain.

I wanted to post my story theories public but I stopped. I don’t want to call out the plot twist ending before it’s even aired. Suddenly, I realized I do that. It’s one of my sins. When watching tv or a movie, I’ve previously blogged about how much I enjoy thinking on multiple levels when I watch something.

I love figuring out who did it. If somebody is in the room watching with me, I’ll say it out loud. Many times I’ll be right and in essence I was spoiing the story for anyone near me that enjoys watching a show as it unfolds.

If I was right, it’s really no different than yelling out who won the sports game you’re watching or who wins Survivor. It is an evil I never really fully understood until this moment.

More frequently, my ideas would be wrong or even way off, but I’d still blurt them out without regard to those just trying to watch.

It’s hard for me to watch things with somebody, and stay quiet. I double my joy when I share. In my mind, every time I was wrong about a story scenario, I’d consider it a bonus gift. Almost as if I got to see two shows. One, imagined in enough detail to enjoy the story in my head, and the one the writers chose to tell.

I try not to compare unless I think mine was significantly better. I suppose it’s fine to discuss a wrong scenario after the fact… But in today’s world, there is no after the fact.

Although it can be irritating at times, overall I am happy our new streaming world allows for anyone to enjoy some of the series I enjoyed but they missed.

We can certainly talk about things we’ve both seen as friends. I just have to learn not to blurt. That might be too hard a life change, but I can certainly not post in public to Facebook.

Side zeppelin. My Google keyboard is going wonko tonight.

Finally… The revelations, which I sincerely hope are not so blatantly obvious to everyone else that I appear foolish. I don’t want to be like the guy that tells you Liberace was gay.

I expect a few D’uh comments but not everyone.

All it takes to keep me happy is one good fan.

1. I wish I’d posted before the latest episode where Eleanor is clearly the one he cares about, but it’s obvious she was always the only one he cares about.

She was the only one of the four that had a moral dilemma. The only one with a story of guilt and secrets. She was the only one with any reason to suspect anything.

So I realized, what if the entire thing is just for Elenore?

Then of course, the lightbulb turns to many as my imagination fills in the story.

Bam. The other 3 really are not even horrible people. Mildly annoying perhaps but actually, right from episode 1, they’ve been quite nice. I can’t believe I never noticed it.

Cheady is one of the nicest people you’re likely to meet in an afterlife. His fault is indecision and a lack of confidence which renders him unable to choose, but when he does, it’s the nice answer that hurts the least. That’s a mental health issue but certainly good place worthy.

Bam. Wait. The other 3 are all traits we can relate to. The rich snobby fake one is also super nice from day one. Her personality is flawed, but she’s certainly not worthy of the bad place they keep describing. They’re bad place is extreme and over the top. Jason may be an idiot but he’s the scarecrow with the wrong gang. Jason was never worthy of the bad place.

Elenore may be relatable in parts, because I think many people have been horrible people in moments. Over our lives, perhaps many moments. Certainly by the standards of their fictional good place.

If the other three are analogies I don’t know if they are humans too, or guides. The entire show may be the actual norm. It is your after death test. Perhaps the same for everyone or just for Elenore.

It seems clear. Episode after episode we all really only cares about Elenore. She was tested over and over. She had three tutors especially chosen to compliment her traits  but it always had to be her choice. The others were either designed or chosen to not be of help in that way. Cheesy, Jason and even Janet could support but every plan, every use and every solution had to be, and was always Elenore.

I’m shocked I didn’t notice that. The other three never felt danger of not being in the good place at all.

Ding. Oh wait. Jason did. I forgot, but that was more just to give him a reason to be one of the four. I’d like to see them be real, but selected pawns never really in any risk.

I’d be content if the series ended in the town Micheal created, or some good place where they all live happily ever after as the 5. Janet included.

It might end with Elenore getting another 10 years on earth which would certainly be the writers easiest ending for a story essentially about the controversial concept of heaven.

I need the ending to be such that everyone watching doesn’t leave with the feeling like they would certainly not make the criteria of heaven.

That would suck. It’s otherwise a very cheerful story. I thought I would not like season two but they did it.

#smileworthy #praiseworthy #shareworthy

My Porn Star Lover

If you’re a woman, you deal with perverted men as a part of life, and men may never quite understand. If you’re a man, you deal with fake chat requests from women almost always somewhere in Africa pretending to be American and seeking a loving husband.  This one was better than most.  She only hit on a few of the recognizable cliches.

This is the random photo she used.

I WISH she was real. I’d date a former porn star in a minute.

It happend this night. I switched

I was about ti wrute a new blog post this Tu

Restart. I had the auto correct settings slightly wrong. I’m happy with my choice to change my own normal. I both love and hate change depending on how much notice I have. I can not however livecwithout change.

The greatest stories of our life begin with change. Your universe expands.

Let’s get serious.

I need help, and I honestly think, for the right person with the right smile that changes me and … I lost the word.

No. I delayed long enough for the original thought to flow down my stream and now I have to decide. I want to tell the one I can share in public.

Fuck. That sent shivers. I will not share this on the public blog without edits.

Idea. I will edit all these and for a book forward with propped edits to make it less maniac, maniac at your door, because she’s dancing like she’s never danced before. However the first draft of always be available forces change one as an according option.

Ding.

I am getting excited that a small trickle of people have seen this blog.

Stop.

I insist on sticking to the titiliar topic. I only learned that word recently. It scored two points for a word I’ll use, and 2 bonus points because it has to in it and people will smile when they hear it. Some words get points just because they’re fun to say or flash memory to sex.

The old ha ha… He said Uranus humour.

Snapback.

This is an historic moment. I have been impressed with my last cool gadget buy from China back when I was carefree and wanted things. It was a cheap windows 8 tablet that could dual boot in old Android.

I loved it, and promptly upgraded to windows 10 with a 128gb memory card back when it was free. The tablet worked fantastic and never gave me issue, except some internet connection issues that were common among these China cheapie. My first try buy failed in 3 weeks. This was my second try. I think 199. Maybe I lost $220

I love it.

I looked at the Android boot and it was old ugly icons that reminded me of my first 49 China Cherokee tablets. I never went back to Android because I already had my phone and the Nexus 7 in my bed  this tablet was iPad size, but thin and light.

So what changed? I opened my blog page in chrome and started to blog. I have actually cool Bluetooth keyboard I could easily buy and resell or just review. It’s special.

I looked down. It had not capitalized my sentence. It had not fixed anything. It highlighted the words it could recognize as wrong but some were just not in the database. I sighed. Oh yeah.

Just then it hits me. I’m not using windows as much as Android. Ding… I think, I can make that ugly Android look modern I get. I downloaded the new Google now launcher, and essentials. This tablet is amazing in bed. I can use the fantastic Gboard keyboard with Google search and bitmoji built right in. It’s way faster than WordPress was on thereunder 10 OS.

I also have the hard keyboard. If I look, I may even mirror my Samsung here.

 

 

 

Memento Blogging

I just realized my Blog is like the movie Memento. It can be read backwards, and you learn what everything means in reverse, eventually. Imagine if I wrote it as a book, but one that was designed and styled to be read backwards. You start at age 100 with the current blog, and it reads backwards. Nothing makes sense until you read more.

 

 

Eric the half a bee.

As I was falling asleep with my mouth slightly open because if the congestion when I heard a bee. I can’t be sure that it was a bee, but it was certainly louder than an average fly. It might have been an above-average fly. Superfly? I’ve seen some really big flies over the past few years. Not science fiction horror movie big like the spiders, but the flies that would have made the football teams in fly world.

I listened for a while as it buzzed around making that strange sound that insects make as they jig Jag back and forth in different directions. It seemed to be staying in the air longer than I expected, has insects often fly from place to place but never for very long in the air. As Time passed, I started to think, maybe it’s not a fly. Or Abby. Maybe it’s some electrical sound that I haven’t heard before. It almost sounds like a man shaving his beard at 3 a.m.

Then suddenly I realized. It must be the lady upstairs using her vibrator.

I was able to fall asleep without the fear of an insect in my mouth.

 

Reframing Frustration.

One valuable lesson I learned in therapy was reframing. It’s the ability to take a situation and look at it from a different perspective.  I’ve always been skilled at that, as my brain defaults to looking at situations from multiple angles. I just didn’t have a name for it.  It fits in well with my main storyline, which is that we all get to write our own story.

This morning I had car trouble. Nothing too significant, but enough to make me late… or actually, force me to cancel.

I hate being late, and even more, I hate cancellations when I’m the one making them.  I don’t mind a bit when others do it to me, but that’s a different story about introverts.

This cancellation was even more emotional than normal because the appointment was a reschedule from a previous one I totally spaced on and missed… the worst of all my fears. I hate letting people down, and not showing up for an appointment is probably the worst of my sins. It means the person waiting was left uncertain… and that is a horrible feeling.

I’ve always hated waiting for people and being an obsessive time sensitive guy that happens to be the one amongst my friends that drives and owns a car, it was something I did a lot. I am constantly the one waiting for people who need a ride. I’m on time… they’re not. Today’s story is about how I made somebody else wait.

I posted this one facebook:

 

When all else fails, make sure you get to tell a great story.
— Jeff Goebel

I think in my head that a smile makes it worth it, in a strange way. I didn’t make my customer wait long before I notified her, although I suppose she cleared her schedule for me, and now has to re-plan her morning, but it was a minimal inconvenience, and so far already, I’ve seen a few likes, and smiles and even a real genuine #rLOL.

My car is broken, I cance4lled a rescheduled appointment, but this isn’t affecting my day or my mood.

Happy Friday, thanks to reframing the bad as good.