Oh Manchester... so much to answer for...

We got two lovely pieces of information at work today. The first was that the new comp plan, wherein we get paid based on the percentage of various things installed per call taken instead of being based on a unit quota, will not be run in parallel with the normal comp plan but will take effect beginning tomorrow. It's actually the 22nd that our commission month begins, but the tracking starts on the calls from the 19th or something. None of us get it, neither do the managers, brilliant fucking brilliant. I don't even care that I may wind up the top paid salescritter on the floor once this kicks into gear -- I can't track sales this way so I have a hard time making it mean anything. I'll just adjust, as I always do. Bah.

Then they gathered us together to explain that the move from Malden to Manchester, NH will no longer be this euphemism for "when the Messiah comes" and instead will happen around December 15th. They haven't announced bailout packages for the people leaving, but I'm putting out my feelers for new job opportunities anyway. I won't quit if I don't find anything in three months. However, I've decided this job is no longer cool enough to chase it into Redneckistan if I can avoid it. Anyone want a technical salescritter or a toolsmith?

I'm sitting at my computer (my old one, the one I'm supposed to turn into a new machine for Ron) for the first time in weeks. It's nice to hit in a chair, plant my feet on a "threadbare oriental rug" (a line from Paul Fussell's 1983 book Class), and type on a real keyboard in front of a 19" monitor. After this week, I plan to get my new computer running. It'll be nice to have my own big machinery instead of just the laptop.

It's been a drawn-out week of hard conclusions. Life is tossing some curve balls the size of cannonballs. It's also saying "comfortable is deadly: get creative again". Time to heed...

Oh, I had a great time in NYC and I apologize to medievalsweetie and graciana for not getting to see either of you out on Long Island. I overbooked myself. However, I want to get back soon so I'll put you two at the head of the list!

Some closing words from Patton Oswalt's new album: "Every time you eat a steak, a hippie loses his hackeysack down a gutter." This is a funny album. Funny in that I nearly had a few accidents from laughing so hard.