Wednesday, November 30, 2016

Pig Sooie??

Several days back a potential student requests a meeting with me to talk about enrolling in my program. All under the premise of he already has a B.S. degree but can’t find work in his field. Upon arrival to my office I ask him to give me his back story, where he earned his bachelors degree, what did he get it in, and where he saw himself ultimately landing. Blah blah blah…

He begins his autobiography telling me he earned his B.S. in Business. I ask him what area he says marketing. He told me he’s interviewed with multiple firms and never gets a call back. Told me he’s been willing to relocate, take a traveling job, and even work on commission yet still no luck. Ok, a little stunned, this one doesn’t add up. The guy is clean cut, well spoken and thus far acted professional. I’ve never been a fan of marketing people but they are a necessary evil and if what he’s saying is true surely this dude would have been sucked up into some type of commission high travel job by now. Better dig deeper, need more answers here.

Next, I ask him where he earned his degree from. The question had no more left my mouth and his volume escalates about 5 notches as he blurts out, “UNIVERSITY OF ARKANSAS—GO HOGS PIG SOOIE!!!”
Oh what fresh hell was that??? 
At this point I have no words and just stare at him for what seemed like forever, I’m also pretty sure I have just uncovered why this dude is jobless. The silence reaches awkward level and he finally leans back in the chair and takes a deep breath and says, “I’m sorry, I’m a huge fan…I still travel down for games and have not missed one since I graduated.” More awkward silence. I finally said, “So…tell me do you do that every time somebody asks where you went to college?” His response, “Well, yay….the hogs are great!” Still not sure how to handle this one, which is a rare thing for me. 

The best response I can come up with is, “Yes, I like bacon just as much as any guy…but blurting out ‘Go Hogs’ just might be hampering your job interview efforts. “ Now he’s staring at me like he’s just seen a unicorn and finally replies with, “Yeah, but it’s our thing!” Oh boy…this dude really drank down some serious Kool-aid. I tell him, “Yes, and the Florida Gators do that stupid chomp crap with their arms and make themselves look like a bunch of paraplegics who suddenly regained use of their arms for the first time. Adding to the list I have no idea what the hell ‘Roll Tide’ means or ‘Rock Chalk’ for that matter, but I suspect none of them go into job interviews chanting that crap.” He’s still very confused, but I manage to divert the conversation away from Pig Sooie and begin to discuss his academic options.


Long term I hope he does enroll. I’ll have to be sure I teach his first class that way I can film the classes reaction when we do introductions on the first night and everybody gets to see this dude nearly have an aneurism talking about his college.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

A little fun at Toyota

Fun with Toyota

So here I sit in the lounge at Toyota waiting for my multi-point inspection and oil change, which based on how long I’ve been waiting seems more like a team of highly under-educated half-wits are in the back attempting to rebuild the engine with butter knives and dental floss.

As I sit awaiting to get the news that my ride is ready to roll you can’t help but over-hear the conversations. Thus far the most exciting has been the lady in the corner who appears to be on the phone with her BFF; the topic of the conversation is bitching about her husband, always a riveting topic. He doesn’t help out around the house, doesn’t tell her he loves her and by the way according to her, “has become a sloppy pig.” Well shit, cut your losses now lady, kick him out now while you can still do better. Better plan, turn to women, that’ll really kick him where it hurts.

Other side of the room we have the business looking dude. He is so very important. How could his world slow down enough for him to take time out for an oil change. Shouldn’t he have people for this? For a person of this importance I’d suspect the following; 1. He doesn’t drive a Toyota…how ordinary. 2. When his pimp ride does need an oil change I’d expect a midget with a wrench and a shop towel to appear out of nowhere and just handle it.

Now my very favorite the soccer mom. I’m sure her minivan is overdue for service. She’s on the phone as well (most likely with a fellow soccer mom) talking about how busy her day is going to be. She’s decked out in everything from the Under Armor catalog. After all, one must portray the image that once done at the market they are off to the gym! She continues to carry on over the phone about how stressed out she is.

As I sit there alone working a lady adorned with fancy make-up and a Toyota name tag approaches me. She introduces herself as Jan and asks if we can discuss “trading up for a newer model.” No shit? I had no idea they did this sort of thing at the car dealership. I was stunned. I said, “Well, Jan this is quite the offer. But I’m just not ready for that. After all she still does pretty well. Still in pretty decent shape, has just enough pep to her and I feel like she knows me.” She’s still clueless that we’re talking about two different things. So she replies with, “well why deal with something that doesn’t meet your needs?” I come back with, “Jan she ain’t perfect, but I’m not one to just kick the old girl to the curb.” Jan was prepared for this argument…”Oh sir, don’t worry about that. The older, used models are in very high demand right now, it won’t be an issue finding her a home.” At this point I can barely keep my shit together. “Interesting proposition Jan, do you fix her up any or just send her right out to the next suitor?” Jan still doesn’t get it. “Well sir, it all depends how hard you’ve been on her.” At this point I can’t take it anymore, people are starting to stare and have put it together that I’m royally screwing with Jan. Time to pull the plug on this one. “Jan, she’s been well taken care of but who am I to say what another dude might want. You know we all have different preference on hair color, boob size, etc. I’ll just leave that up to you guys. Where do I go to pick out my newer model wife? I’ve always been with older women, but hey maybe those younger newer chicks have something I don’t know about.”


Jan was speechless for a very long time. Under Armor- Soccer Mom has now ended her call and heard much of the exchange and is giving me a quality ‘eat shit and die’ look. Finally Jan says, “Sir…I’m afraid we’re talking about two very different things!!” I tell her, “Well, I was talking about trading my wife in, what path were you headed down here?” Ok, now Jan is PISSED! She says, “I was talking about trading in your vehicle!” I tell Jan, “Perhaps next time you lead with that part, don’t you think that was a critical detail there Jan?” Now, she’s about to blow a gasket and tells me, “Sir! Why would you come to a dealership to trade your wife in?” I should add at this point Under Armor-Soccer mom has totally got that ‘how dare you!’ and ‘go girl power’ look on her face as Jan lets me have it. I respond to Jan with, “Well, why does Cracker Barrel sell clothes and cookie jars when I go there to eat? It’s diversifying your assets. I merely assumed this was new business line for Toyota.” I’m quite certain at this point I’m the reason Jan will be drinking tonight. She quietly turns to walk away. As she’s leaving I yell out, “Ok Jan, come back now that I know what you’re talking about this might be easier.” Jan just kept walking. Well, guess this means I’ll be keeping the truck.

Monday, October 24, 2016

Scentsy for the win

Well, car boredom got the best of me again. This morning a car passes me on the highway with more lovely back window logo/propaganda feces. This time it was a Scentsy  rep. As a side note, this lady has devoted the entire back of her car to candles? Aim high people, achieve your goals. This one was just to tempting for me. So I dial the number…

Candle Lady: “It’s a great day to bring Scentsy into your life this is Karen!”

What fresh hell is this…”bring Scentsy into my life?” Are we talking about Jesus or candles here lady? This could be more fun than I thought.

Me: Hi Karen you sound quite bubbly for 9:30 am on a gloomy day, have you been drinking?
Candle Lady: Ummm, no I have not. How can I help you?

Me: Yes Karen besides me being overly intrigued as to why you’re so perky pre-10am without the use of booze, I was wondering if you could sell me some candles?
Candle lady: YES YES OH MY GOD YES!!
At this point I’m not sure if she’s answering my questions or pleasuring herself while driving

Naturally Karen is about to lose it because now she knows I’m wanting to buy her crap from the almighty pyramid scheme. Karen knows if this keeps up she could move one more notch up in the grand screw the man scheme and perhaps even work herself towards a pink Cadillac or whatever fancy bling the top candle reps get.

Me: Karen this is great news. I’ve been looking all over for somebody like you. My friends and I have a fairly large need for quality candles and scents if you can provide for us this could be a great business relationship for us.

Candle lady: I’d be happy to help, can we talk more about your candle and scent needs?
I now find myself wondering if this dialogue is coming directly from the Scentsy play book.

Me: Karen my friends and I gather often, illuminations and scents are a critical element to our gathering…
At this point Karen cuts me off to interject and I can’t help but wonder if she’s done a line of blow with her breakfast.

Candle lady: OH YES! Candles and scents really help make the moment don’t they?
This is now starting to sound more like a Cialis commercial, “when a normal moment becomes a special moment.”

Me: Well Karen as I was saying…we need candles and scents for our gathering.
Candle lady: Ok, great! What type of candles and scents were you thinking about?
Me: Well, I don’t want something over-powering, no strong scents.
Candle lady: Sure no problem, what style did you want?
Me: Something with a nice glow
Candle lady: Well many of our warmers put off a lovely glow and also release a great scent into the room.
She babbled on for over 5 minutes on this one and I honestly only caught about half of it
Me: Again the scent can’t be too strong…we can’t anger the sprits
Candle lady: Sir? The spirts?
Me: Yes, lets not anger the supreme power I don’t need a curse on my ass do you?
Candle lady: I don’t really think I understand…
Me: Well my friends and I hold a regular séance. The spirts of the afterworld are really particular, no detail can be left to chance. If I start burning your pumpkin spice cherry flower fart scent the sprits will likely not be happy. We’ve come a long way in the last few sessions and I can’t afford to mess this one up. We already had to kick Frank out of the group because he got all squeamish when we sacrificed a chicken in the last session.
Candle lady: YOU SACRIFICED A CHICKEN?
Me: Yes, we did. Frank used to eat KFC all the time and didn’t think twice, but we off a chicken in the name of the dark afterworld and Frank loses his shit. I don’t have time for him anymore. He’s either with us or not. Just like you Karen. I need a person I can trust.

Very long pause…

Candle lady: I think there has been a very big misunderstand here sir.
Me: No Karen, no misunderstanding at all. I’m prepared to put in a large order. I trust you can deliver them to the cemetery on Halloween?
Candle lady: Uhh….No sir, I’m really sorry I just can’t do that.
Me: So you don’t want my business?
Candle lady: I really need to go now
Me: You really shouldn’t hang up on me, that would be unprofessional.
Candle lady: Why did you call me?
Me: Because I was driving into work this morning and you passed me. I saw your number on the back of your car. I figured since you decided to devote your entire back glass to your love of a single product this would at least be entertaining. I was right.
Candle lady: Is this some kind of joke?
Me: Yes, Karen I’m jacking with you
Candle lady: You’re not some sick freak that kills chickens in a cemetery?
Me: Well, I am a bit odd yes, but no I’ve never killed a chicken in a cemetery.
Candle lady: You called me just for entertainment?
Me: Yes, I did, phone sex has gotten far too expensive
Candle lady: You’re an @sshole….go @#$# yourself!
Me: Karen???
She hung up…oh well. It was fun while it lasted!

Who should I call next?