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gooo cubbies. another nail biter extra innigns game.

I"m really getting sick of baseball and the unnatural hold it has over me that it hasn't for, well, all my life. I didn't want to go downtown to watch the game last night, but i was eerily compelled to. i think what it boils down to is that i really enjoy drinking, and this citywide fascination with baseball provides the perfect excuse to drink and the perfect time to do it. First of all, sunday, wednesday, tuesday, whever, if there's a game on, you can drink and its fine. But, and much more importantly this, whereas on a normal night you can't really head to a bar and start drinking until 10:30 or later, with all this baseball shit going down, you crack a beer at 7:30, get wasted by 11 and are in bed before midnight. I can't think of a better way to do it than that, you have your fun, get your buzz, get your sleep and are fine the next morning.

anyway, yeah.

so i suppose i was offered a promotion today. one of the property managers left and i've been offered that job. what does that mean? work that doesn't make me want to die and could possibly be interesting and at the very least makes me feel like i'm doing something decent. But a lot of it, i'd be taking the helm of like 30-40 small (4-10 unit) condominiums. it'll be a lot more hours, what with having to go to 3 or 4 meetings a week and all. it means about a 40% pay increase (which seems great until you assign the actual dollar values to it). But most importantly, it means a kickass new desk, heh. It'll be interesting at least, i have severe confidence issues, mainly the feeling that i'm 22, i don't keep my hair short and neat, i have a bag with buttons on it... basically, if i was 40 years old and owned a $600,000 condo, i wouldn't take the 22 year old kid seriously, let alone allow him to be in charge of getting a new roof onto my building.

ok enough of that cubs win hurray. and i just downloaded the outkast song and want the rest of the album.

cheers