disappointing and exciting at the same time. I've been out of a job for a few weeks now. What does that mean? Somehow it means that I've been super busy and will be traveling a lot. Next on the itinerary is Hawaii, New York, and the Bahamas. I don't know how all of that adds up, but somehow it does.
So that's the exciting part. The disappointing part...sometimes you just take a look at things and you let out a sigh. People. Situations. It can all be pretty rough sometimes.
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
An education.
In a total of 10 minutes time, I got an education in all the things I thought were meant for things other than real life. But I realized, they are. All I can say is wow. All the things I didn't know... Just, wow.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Need to cut back on the drinks.
Had multiple drinks 4 times this week. Haven't drank this much since I was in New York. Monday it was a night at Firefly that turned into karaoke til closing. Wednesday it was poker night...which turned into karaoke till closing. Thursday it was Ryan's birthday; drinks, lounge, clubbing. And last night it was a random night of drinking at Bar Basic.
Went out today with a friend, and my head was totally fogged up. You could chalk it up to the hazy San Fran fog, the steaming pot of shabu shabu, or the lack of sleep/coffee. But it's probably the alcohol.
Went out today with a friend, and my head was totally fogged up. You could chalk it up to the hazy San Fran fog, the steaming pot of shabu shabu, or the lack of sleep/coffee. But it's probably the alcohol.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Ego.
We've played heads up several times. And I've won every time. I think you should just cash out now. It's 10:30, and that's when we said you could cash out. So you wouldn't lose any face and you can still walk away a winner. We can keep playing, but I guarantee you I will take all of your money. I'm not saying this because I'm talking shit. I'm saying this because it's the truth.
This is a paraphrase of a speech I give. I worked my way up from under $10 back to about $100. And we're in familiar territory. Sure, I'm a little drunk at this point. But I don't care. I'm not boasting. I look at him straight in the eye and know that I will take him for everything that he has, even though he has the chip lead.
He's upset. He looks back at me, and in order to save his ego, he puts up his chips.
I take him for the next five hands.
And then I cash out.
The reason was simple. I shouldn't have said anything; in the end, it was a lose-lose situation for me. Had I taken him for all of his chips, he would have felt awful. The money wasn't worth that much to me. Had I lost—it is poker after all—I would have looked like a complete jackass. So I left at about 50-50. And we both walked away winners.
I regret running my mouth. Not that it was important for me to take all of his chips, but I'm not in it for the sake of cutting anyone down.
After, we cleaned the table. Ordered more drinks. And sang karaoke until closing.
This is a paraphrase of a speech I give. I worked my way up from under $10 back to about $100. And we're in familiar territory. Sure, I'm a little drunk at this point. But I don't care. I'm not boasting. I look at him straight in the eye and know that I will take him for everything that he has, even though he has the chip lead.
He's upset. He looks back at me, and in order to save his ego, he puts up his chips.
I take him for the next five hands.
And then I cash out.
The reason was simple. I shouldn't have said anything; in the end, it was a lose-lose situation for me. Had I taken him for all of his chips, he would have felt awful. The money wasn't worth that much to me. Had I lost—it is poker after all—I would have looked like a complete jackass. So I left at about 50-50. And we both walked away winners.
I regret running my mouth. Not that it was important for me to take all of his chips, but I'm not in it for the sake of cutting anyone down.
After, we cleaned the table. Ordered more drinks. And sang karaoke until closing.
Thursday, December 02, 2010
Hit and run.
Clement Street can be pretty busy, especially around dinner time. That said, the move this guy made was pretty dumb. He was pulling out of his 45 degree angle parking, pulling out in a U to go into the opposite side of traffic where he hit a double-parked car. The guy in the double-parked car honked too late and took a bump on the bumper. The offending car slowed down for a second, then decided to take off.
I got behind him and took down his license plate number and went back to the car that got hit.
"Do you want his license plate number?"
"No, it's OK," the driver says smiling. He's a Middle Eastern guy, maybe in his early 30's. "He's got a handicapped license plate, he has enough troubles as it is. Thanks, though."
And that was it.
Not sure how I felt about that. Had somebody hit me with a hit and run, I'd be pretty pissed. And was it worth it to let that guy get away, even if the guy he hit was OK with it?
I got behind him and took down his license plate number and went back to the car that got hit.
"Do you want his license plate number?"
"No, it's OK," the driver says smiling. He's a Middle Eastern guy, maybe in his early 30's. "He's got a handicapped license plate, he has enough troubles as it is. Thanks, though."
And that was it.
Not sure how I felt about that. Had somebody hit me with a hit and run, I'd be pretty pissed. And was it worth it to let that guy get away, even if the guy he hit was OK with it?
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