The Colorado model combines the functions of Sales Representatives and Escrow Officers into Account Managers and centralizes data-driven functions into fulfillment centers or “hubs.” LandAmerica Account Managers will provide a higher level of local service by working out of home-based offices, offering customers increased personal interaction and a single point of contact for resolution of issues.
I promise you, this is a recipe for fraud. Mark my words on this one. Poor Ted, he’s sitting back in Richmond going “What the Hell? For the love of God Wine Dog, the Bloodless Empire just canned your ass. Pick on them, not me!” Aw, Teddy, you know the Wine Dog has always been fair in meting out discipline. I don’t know what the street knows, but everybody’s stock has run up in the last month. Check out this little chart I just built. How sweet is that little bad boy? Something’s going on, even Dinty Moore’s got a little bump. Looks like they’re hiring in Napa County. Kind of interesting with the recent shut down of Danville, just two counties away.
Dolphyngyrl pointed this out to me, but it had already crossed my mind. I managed to get myself dooced. It must be a really proud moment down in Santa Ana. The difference in my case is that I didn’t talk about co-workers, I talked about the entire corrupt corporation. Now, I talk about my former manager, by name, because he’s such a useless turd. Weren’t you better off when I was beating on the hedge fund?
I had an acupuncture appointment today in the City. I was going to cancel it, but since I still have insurance I decided why not. I’m also going to use these next nine days to schedule every test known to man and my quadruple by-pass on their dime. On the way home on BARF a guy gets on with a Chihuahua. Now, on first blush, this pisses me off. How come little dogs get to ride the BARF and Rita can’t? Then I see it’s little tiny “Don’t pet me, I’m working” vest. I went right to this joke:
There’s a guy with a Doberman Pincher and a guy with a Chihuahua. The guy with the Doberman Pincher says to the guy with the Chihuahua, “Let’s go over to that restaurant and get something to eat.”
The guy with the Chihuahua says, “We can’t go in there. We’ve got dogs with us.”
The guy with the Doberman Pincher says, “Just follow my lead.”
They walk over to the restaurant. The guy with the Doberman Pincher puts on a pair of dark glasses and he starts to walk in. A guy at the door says, “Sorry mac, no pets allowed.”
The guy with the Doberman Pincher says, “You don’t understand. This is my seeing-eye dog.”
The guy at the door says, “A Doberman Pincher?”
He says, “Yes, they’re using them now, they’re very good.”
The guy at the door says, “Come on in.”
The guy with the Chihuahua figures “What the hell,” so he puts on a pair of dark glasses and starts to walk in.
The guy at the door says, “Sorry pal, no pets allowed.”
The guy with the Chihuahua says, “You don’t understand. This is my seeing-eye dog.”
The guy at the door says, “A Chihuahua?”
He says, “You mean they gave me a Chihuahua?”
Why wouldn’t I? Then I see the little tiny lettering that it’s a hearing aid dog. OK, fair enough. The guy gets a seat and sits down. This little dog hops up into his lap, curls up into a little ball and tucks his face under the strap of the guy’s bag, so that the strap covers her little eyes and goes to sleep. It might have been the cutest thing I’ve ever seen on BARF.
Unemployment Day One
Because I’m Alfred E. Neuman, I’m not worried right now.
So instead of worrying, I got up at my usual time, did my usual routine, got to the gym at the usual time, worked out as usual, came home like usual, made breakfast, watered the garden and picked some lettuce like usual. Then I took a shower like usual and went and met Sonofabun at the local real estate marketing meeting. It was nice to see folks I haven’t seen in a long time. We’ve all been through some shit the last couple of years. Then I came home and cleaned my home office, which I have not gotten done in over six months. I still have about two or three hours worth of work to do, but I’m almost there. I took a lovely bike ride on my Ygnacio loop. Time 1:05:42, distance 13.41, 12.4 mph and 9:42 up Ygnacio. It’s better, but I lost a minute on the climb somehow. Then off to hit a bucket of balls and then to the City. I could get used to this.
And there are giant ants in my office. I had a total invasion last night. This can’t be good.