My Day Off Page 1
By Anthony Douglas Gere
By as many of you know, I'm somewhat retired, and phasing out the hard nose grind of
corporate America. I mean I'm still very much active, but have slowed down a bit, in my
older age {smile}. Nowadays, I mainly volunteer my time, and am trying to give back to the
system that blessed me with the knowledge I have used to support myself. I now give it to
those wanting to climb the same ladder I used, reinvented with my own twist, built and put
together for others to use in ways that benefit them. I only feel deserving to share this
information, for it is part of the process to give away what you have gathered. But many
times I wonder, if I am the teacher or the student, because each day I find myself lost in this
straight forward maze that has me working when I'm supposed to be retired. Today was
my day. A day where I was going to enjoy my time alone with my best friend, and think
about a woman that has not materialized in my life yet. I've become somewhat drained by
this process, because I'm now using emotions I had stored away for a long time, not
knowing the changes I have ignored in my personal life. I'm somewhat giddy, laughing a
lot, and finding myself looking back at myself as a stranger. Looking back wondering if I
am what, not who, but what I hope I am, and exploring who I could be with someone less
intimate support. Now before I go any further, understand that today I'm trying to chill out
and relax. I'm trying to see the sights, not think about work, and just mindlessly go with the
flow. Because today is the day I've been waiting for. Today, it is my day off.
All week the weather has been gloomy. Raining, clouds blocking out the sun, and not
your typical post card California sunshine atmosphere. I've been working a lot,
volunteering even more, and interacting with my family like crazy. My family and I are
close, and we tend to become tighter when one is not doing well. My father is feeling
his age, so me relocating back to the bay area for now, has served many purposes.
With me being here, I takeover and assume a lot of things others in my family has had
to do in my physical absence. I personally, also benefit in my new direction and
outlook on life and what's important to me now, in the aftermath of my incredible
journey being here and not here with my intimate support group. But today was a day
of mourning for me. My Yankees lost to the Boston Red Soxs, and many fans, true
fans are feeling the lost from our division rivals. But though it is just a game, I still can
see the personality and loyalty in those that hide their hats, and those that wear them
with pride in this gloomy time. My friend and I rented a convertible sports car for the
day, and drove down the coast sightseeing in style for the hell of it. We were marveling
at Gods beauty, and basically trying to decide how to split up the world in our deep
conversation. We were listening to a vibe cd I had made for my first book, and
ignorantly enjoying the attention the Ferrari was bringing with onlookers wondering,
who in the hell are these two guys. I'm sure thought or placed us as athletes, as
others selected drug dealers and not astute business men. But its all good, I don't
take it personally, cause I'm a unconditional person. So I hope to think. He was
driving of course, and I calling friends and associates explaining my absence for
the day, and vibing to the music. We stopped by a few places to pick up some water
and nuts, another to get gas, and another to find a Boston baseball hat for my friend
to wear. He's a fair weather fan, that if a high school team in Iowa wins, he
unincorporates his outfit, with the colors of the winners. Gotta love it. Now everywhere
we went had a limited selection, and we seriously had to go to the back of this one
store, to even find anything resembling a item that represented the new American
League representative in the World Series. What happened last night was History,
and was front page new everywhere. This was a marketers dream. An advertisers
heaven and business mans utopia. Every fan or fair weather fan that loves sports,
wants to display themselves with this winner, or any winner for that manner, so Boston
paraphernalia should be showcased everywhere. Even here in California. The underdog
that beat the mighty giant, my Yankees. The evil empire that Communication and real
estate mogul George Steinbrenner built, had been defeated, and we couldn't find a dam
hat. We then decided we could kill a few birds with one stone, if we went to a mall, found
somewhere to shop and then eat while enjoying our day. One would think this would
be easy, as one knows, nothing is, when searching.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
By as many of you know, I'm somewhat retired, and phasing out the hard nose grind of
corporate America. I mean I'm still very much active, but have slowed down a bit, in my
older age {smile}. Nowadays, I mainly volunteer my time, and am trying to give back to the
system that blessed me with the knowledge I have used to support myself. I now give it to
those wanting to climb the same ladder I used, reinvented with my own twist, built and put
together for others to use in ways that benefit them. I only feel deserving to share this
information, for it is part of the process to give away what you have gathered. But many
times I wonder, if I am the teacher or the student, because each day I find myself lost in this
straight forward maze that has me working when I'm supposed to be retired. Today was
my day. A day where I was going to enjoy my time alone with my best friend, and think
about a woman that has not materialized in my life yet. I've become somewhat drained by
this process, because I'm now using emotions I had stored away for a long time, not
knowing the changes I have ignored in my personal life. I'm somewhat giddy, laughing a
lot, and finding myself looking back at myself as a stranger. Looking back wondering if I
am what, not who, but what I hope I am, and exploring who I could be with someone less
intimate support. Now before I go any further, understand that today I'm trying to chill out
and relax. I'm trying to see the sights, not think about work, and just mindlessly go with the
flow. Because today is the day I've been waiting for. Today, it is my day off.
All week the weather has been gloomy. Raining, clouds blocking out the sun, and not
your typical post card California sunshine atmosphere. I've been working a lot,
volunteering even more, and interacting with my family like crazy. My family and I are
close, and we tend to become tighter when one is not doing well. My father is feeling
his age, so me relocating back to the bay area for now, has served many purposes.
With me being here, I takeover and assume a lot of things others in my family has had
to do in my physical absence. I personally, also benefit in my new direction and
outlook on life and what's important to me now, in the aftermath of my incredible
journey being here and not here with my intimate support group. But today was a day
of mourning for me. My Yankees lost to the Boston Red Soxs, and many fans, true
fans are feeling the lost from our division rivals. But though it is just a game, I still can
see the personality and loyalty in those that hide their hats, and those that wear them
with pride in this gloomy time. My friend and I rented a convertible sports car for the
day, and drove down the coast sightseeing in style for the hell of it. We were marveling
at Gods beauty, and basically trying to decide how to split up the world in our deep
conversation. We were listening to a vibe cd I had made for my first book, and
ignorantly enjoying the attention the Ferrari was bringing with onlookers wondering,
who in the hell are these two guys. I'm sure thought or placed us as athletes, as
others selected drug dealers and not astute business men. But its all good, I don't
take it personally, cause I'm a unconditional person. So I hope to think. He was
driving of course, and I calling friends and associates explaining my absence for
the day, and vibing to the music. We stopped by a few places to pick up some water
and nuts, another to get gas, and another to find a Boston baseball hat for my friend
to wear. He's a fair weather fan, that if a high school team in Iowa wins, he
unincorporates his outfit, with the colors of the winners. Gotta love it. Now everywhere
we went had a limited selection, and we seriously had to go to the back of this one
store, to even find anything resembling a item that represented the new American
League representative in the World Series. What happened last night was History,
and was front page new everywhere. This was a marketers dream. An advertisers
heaven and business mans utopia. Every fan or fair weather fan that loves sports,
wants to display themselves with this winner, or any winner for that manner, so Boston
paraphernalia should be showcased everywhere. Even here in California. The underdog
that beat the mighty giant, my Yankees. The evil empire that Communication and real
estate mogul George Steinbrenner built, had been defeated, and we couldn't find a dam
hat. We then decided we could kill a few birds with one stone, if we went to a mall, found
somewhere to shop and then eat while enjoying our day. One would think this would
be easy, as one knows, nothing is, when searching.