Turtle Story Does the fact that I stopped my truck and blocked traffic the other day to carry a turtle from one side of the road to the other make me a hippy? and does the fact that I named him Alcibades make me a nerd?
Anyway, I told my boss I'm quitting my job, kind of. Even though I'm on salary, and work like thirty hours a week, and get basically unlimited days off, I think it's time for me to move on. Everything I'm going to do or learn at this job has already been done, and I'm tired of being underemployed. I realized that the other day when I was tagging merchandise and realized a monkey could be trained to replace me in a matter of hours. I actually told him that I was going to start looking for other things to do, and that I was most definately gone sometime this fall. The great part about the golf industry is that he is totally cool with it, and is going to start talking to people he knows to line me up something sweet. Things that may be on the horizon include:
1) The Broadmoor (unless I have to shave my goatee, in which case I wouldn't go)
2) Inverness Golf Club
3) Jackson Hole
4) Southern Hills Plantation
5) Driving a motorhome for a PGA player, and maybe caddying
6) Teaming up with a golf course architect as business manager to create a golf course design company (possible web design coming your way there Redness)
7) Something totally sweet that I don't even know of yet, I'm calling in the network from Michigan to Florida to California to see what is available
8) Maybe something outside of the golf industry, especially if I get to wear a tie.
Anyway, I really just wanted to post the story about me saving the turtle, but I couldn't figure out how to make it long enough to be its own post.
Anyway, I told my boss I'm quitting my job, kind of. Even though I'm on salary, and work like thirty hours a week, and get basically unlimited days off, I think it's time for me to move on. Everything I'm going to do or learn at this job has already been done, and I'm tired of being underemployed. I realized that the other day when I was tagging merchandise and realized a monkey could be trained to replace me in a matter of hours. I actually told him that I was going to start looking for other things to do, and that I was most definately gone sometime this fall. The great part about the golf industry is that he is totally cool with it, and is going to start talking to people he knows to line me up something sweet. Things that may be on the horizon include:
1) The Broadmoor (unless I have to shave my goatee, in which case I wouldn't go)
2) Inverness Golf Club
3) Jackson Hole
4) Southern Hills Plantation
5) Driving a motorhome for a PGA player, and maybe caddying
6) Teaming up with a golf course architect as business manager to create a golf course design company (possible web design coming your way there Redness)
7) Something totally sweet that I don't even know of yet, I'm calling in the network from Michigan to Florida to California to see what is available
8) Maybe something outside of the golf industry, especially if I get to wear a tie.
Anyway, I really just wanted to post the story about me saving the turtle, but I couldn't figure out how to make it long enough to be its own post.
posted by Justin at 11:03 AM 
5 Comments:
Al Gore thanks you.
Good luck with the search!
the fact that you saved the turtle makes my estimation of you go way up, and almost (but not quite) makes up for the gross oggling of Marissa Miller.
Aren't there some states where it's required by law that you stop for turtles?
I know in some parts of the North Carolina coast you aren't allowed to leave lights on at night during certain parts of the year because it messes with sea turtle migration/ egg laying/ hatching/ flashdancing/ something.
I know that in most states you're not allowed to mimic sea turtle egg making in public.
I can't believe Mair is still on you about Marissa Miller.
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