Powers that be

Sometimes the logic of major companies escapes me. I will focus on the beloved Colonel today. Not Sanders, but Colonel Eli Lilly. I work for Eli Lilly Pharma in a Neuroscience position. We went through a realignment in November, to better align with our customers. I agree that we have WAY too many reps in our company, as does Pfizer, BMS, Merck and the other players. The bad should be pared away. I am all for that. Stop promoting 23-24 year old kids with no experience, but are willing to move to Indy to do some job for 18 months and then be christened a manager. Thet have no skills, except they were "geo flexible".
Sorry, I digress.
So people were realigned and some of the consequences were wacky. People living in a town, yet not having that town, and having to drive 1 hour to get to their territory. People who never sold a drug, no picking up a new drug and dropping what the sold in the past. Who knows. Go along with the flow & hope it works out. I am trying to change territories so that i can go back to selling something that I believe in & understand, vs something I have never sold. Does that not make sense? I will find out soon enough.

2:13

How long it took me to blow today while on the fixie. Still had three little hills to go and 4 miles to go. It took 17 painful minutes to finish up. BLECH! I was so slow the last climb past Super Rutters I took the sidewalk to avoid the no shoulder road. Some old Biatch still found the nerve to lay on the horn as she passed!?! WTF!
The first 1:45 was sweet, feeling good, rolling the hills. Then the drink 1/2 a bottle of water caught up to me. Stopped for a Coke and mixed in the bottle, but that only lasted well, you do the math, 28 minutes.
Still fun to ride & not be working. That will lead to my next post.

For the record

The infamous bet w/ my lovely wife is as follows. She gets $100 if I dump my fixie bfore 3/1/06, due to me forgetting it is a fixie and launching myself to the ground while trying to coast or forgetting to keep pedaling.
The incident in question was just stupid ice road skidding. Downhill sheet of ice. One 1968 Dia-Compe brake creating a controlled pedalling skid.
She will not get one red cent from that little debacle.

Fixie fun???

Not really. Rode w/ DK today. We said we would ride last evening, I decided it would be a straight and flat shot then return. Boring yes, but good for fixed gear. Easy to keep 19, and few hills. Well for some reason I turned off on a road that I knew put us into some serious rollers. Rollers suck for the fixie. I have got it to where I can keep 25 relatively comfortably for extended downhills. The shit is, that is 150 rpm's. So when the geared guys are coasting I am spinning sick. Yeah, it was harder than I wanted, but it was fun. Not much conversation since I was constantly way behind on descents, then busting it to catch on before the next roller. To ad insults to injury I slid out on some downhill ice & railed my knee. Pretty sore right now, and three of my ribs have distinct scrapes and bruises. Pretty funny looking actually.
Next time I institute winter gear restrictions w/ Gus, 53-23 or 38-16. I will be nice and allow coasting though.
Ames ripped up a killer broccoli casserole and spiced up chicken for dinner. Damn fine. Played some cribbage w/ Wendy later, Amy won by one peg. Damn! Henze & Bob get home Wednesday, it will be good to see them. Rumor has it, the Island Bar will be open Friday night.
Christmas just around the corner now and I am done shopping. The internet has made me even more of a hermit than before. I do most stuff online and love it.
Till the next time.

Cut & paste

Yes, all i am doing is a cut & paste from my guest blogging.
This is new though. Pretty f'in epic. Actually gave me goose bumps as i watched #9 & 10.
http://www.imagestation.com/album/pictures.html?id=2116229454&code=19696083&mode=invite&DCMP=isc-email-AlbumInvite


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…happened in four days to write about it. I would do a disservice, trying to mention it all. This blog will be a one-two word timeline train of thought. Hold on tight.bikes wheels clothes 5 1/2 hour drive Legal Seafood Weather Channel Yozell roomie pre-ride FORT arrivals Lemongrass vegetarians VOC dimebags home on the range snow Gunnar Fergie pouring rain slush race wind sleet whiteout numb freezing disoriented scared crying convulsing blubbering disrobed Bill savior Carharts Lemongrass French coffee hot numb fingers General Tso Wittwer Steiner peppers team pic beer juniors cheering Betsy pitting elites Dieter amazing Selander future Wells otherworldly Wells otherworldy meeting boring dinner good friends good Troy mohawk Liberty Cup Wells wow drink Lemongrass 737 tunes friends toasts party skinsuits condoms musette hats Wittwer Gunnar Melodie Metzgar Velo Bellas Wicks ethiopian AC AB bathroom piggybacks cooler crash ham sammies security guards musette vomit bags crowded beds cock blocks plasma remote security guard armwrestlingsock gloves tractor trailer diners bed gas driveThere you go. Four days in a nutshell.
Special thanks to Bill & Ryan Leach for looking out for my wellbeing Friday, thank you.
Gregg Dion for your support & generosity.
Amy for your understanding of this obsession/passion.

B-Day

Since the three or four people who may actually look at this know I race bikes, I will try to stay away from that topic. Ames B-day today thirty-seven. Damn near her whole office, 28 people, went out to celebrate with her on Friday. I was so moved by the outpouring of friendship, I felt obliged to cover the bar tab. Money well worth it. To see Ames and all her friends & co-workers enjoying themselves was awesome. Tonight we are going to Stock's on 2nd for dinner with Roxnne & Trooper McCombs. IRox is one of Ames best friends. I have dubbed them lesbo lovers, aka donut bumpers. Rox persona is Boston Creme, while Amy's is French Kruller. So, I made the dinner reseervations under Kruller. I will probably not be able to keep a straight face tonight as I approach the Maitre d', Kruller party of four.
Should be fun, good food, good drinks and good fun.
NATS, HDTV and Wireless all to come. I know, so thrilling. Welcome to my world. Actually it is pretty freakin' good, and I enjoy it immensely.

Out and about

Did a little holiday partaking last evening. Tour de Burg bar crawl. Had Ames stayed out any later it would have been a crawl. Drinks w/ Scott & Wendy, until Amy got the "I gotta go's." We sit down at MARS and she sips her French Martini and bing bam whammy. "We gotta go." Well it was really fun while it lasted. Had I continued to partake I would have been well over the legal limit, and since I drive around all day for work, a DUI really does not fit very well.
Out on the fixed gear Friday. Sweet 90 minute ride. 32 and windy, but I was bundled in my FORT thermal jacket, so I was toasty. I have become absolutely smitten with the Surly Steamroller. It is so simplistic it is fun. No more worries about forgetting to stop pedaling, even after coming off of 150 rpm sprints. Actually toying with the idea of racing track this year. Something new, and far less pressure upgrading from 5-4-3-2 than trying to finish off a Cat 1 upgrade.
That is enough for this topic, more tomorrow after Reston MAC race.

Stupid techie shit

Well since it is Black Friday, Amy is shopping and I am twiddling my thumbs until the cable guy arrrives in his assigned block of 8:00-4:00 to install our digi cable today. An 8 fuckin' hour block, you can not be serious!?! I am 100% confident this guy will arrive at 3:50, be here til 5:00 and still find a way to F it all up. I will be royally pissed at that point. Wasted day! Last time the cable guy was here he could not figure out our set (dual tuner pic by pic) and he had to uninstall everything. With a little coaching to the customer service girl this time, hopefully the tech will be on his shit.
So, I decide to kill time by addressing more techie woes that I am having. We have DSL on our PC. Since we live in Eastbumblefuck, PA we have an interent provider that my work deems not secure enough to guard the secrets of the world. So I am resigned to dial-up. Yes f'ing Flintstones era 41.2 dial-up. Any idea how lomg it takes to load graphic and 5 minute voice clips at 41.2? Suffice it to say it is a long time. Finally I have been granted permission from my overlord at the evil empire & allowed to try to get wireless connectivity. Probably because he will not be my manager in Jan and all the costs will hit someone else's budget. It looks like my woes will be solved. I just need to get some of Amy's tech-heads over here to help me out.
Enough techie shit.