It totally warms my heart to drag ass up two days a week. Both tues AND thurs I can sleep in like a drunken sailor, till as late as six or even six fifteen. It feels languid and naughty as all hells. Of course, the neighborhood squirrels, and the corresponding cul de sac squirrel patrol- made up of a three legged boarder collie, j.kitteridge snickett, and our shirty mascot mollybendium wonderBeagle don’t fully grasp the concept of ‘late day’. Ugh. But, equally inspiring is to see fellow members of the tribe up, doing the work. Seeing über spiff #65.0 working out,& #14.5 doing her MBA stuff at all sorts of odd hours. And frenchie is several time zones away, munching croissants and curing the local girls of what ails em. It’s also instructive to see the chest thumping vapidity of the #kooziemongercorporateassclowndouchecanoecatalogcarpetbombingtrunkslammerstalkergladhandguys crowing about their crapassery. Chrissakes at the ‘features and benefits’ or better yet ‘sale sale sale’, or even more inspiring, ‘look at my Hyperbooked upcoming events fulla members only thingswhitepeoplelike that YOU lot can’t get in. ‘
I love that.

I love the inspiration to get off my ass.
Having rich, white, flaccid, insipid competitors making a decent living In this business inspires me. To get up earlier, dig a little deeper, and try to serve our clients with true creatitivity. Not just carpetbomb them with more of the same old crapassery.
You might want two sweater vests today, cool guy. Cause Charlie don’t surf.
And swaggy don’t golf.