Back from a run.  Over 4 miles, pace was okay.  My third straight day, running.  Consistency is what I’m after, mostly.  Of course I would to hit that 5-mile minimum streak, but I need to work for that, and with this heat, I need to work harder.

12:11…. Lunch time, and yes I brought one.  Waiting till half after, need time here at desk.  In this Sonic Sales Academy which now I see as something SO much bigger than anything to do with sales.

This Third Quarter, everything needs to be recorded.  AND… need to spend more time at the drawing board.  Hear someone laughing on the other side of the floor, way over there in the Marketing “bullpen” as I call it.  Think I know who it is, and the laugh and energy from and in it is wholly intoxicating, and relieving.

I can’t help but think of the last place… UGH. And when I do, the reaction is real.  Like PTSD in telecom/tech/infra.  No joke, what shit castle.  And the feeling of walking through the door, badging in first and that goddamn break room which felt like a prison mess hall.

Think I’ll stop there.