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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BF4ylFd0HZwYZlu8OEpaYr7GMoM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BF4ylFd0HZwYZlu8OEpaYr7GMoM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BF4ylFd0HZwYZlu8OEpaYr7GMoM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BF4ylFd0HZwYZlu8OEpaYr7GMoM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I had high hopes about working for myself, where ever I could find an internet connection and doing what I love to do. But it haven't reached that amazing feeling that I was longing for. Sure there have been moments. Ones that make me jump up and down squealing with delight. After all I am paying our bills and supporting our family while my husband goes to law school - which just 1.5 years ago I couldn't even fathom. But I don't feel like I've made it. There has been something missing and I think I've finally figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing it all wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I left corporate america to escape the ropes that tied me down. I wanted a life that I loved living. I wanted to live for every single moment. So I quit my job and I set out on my own. But I started doing exactly what I was doing at my job or what I saw other people doing at my job who were making money. This seemed like an amazing plan at first. But really all I did was add a list of tasks and troubles to my already jammed packed job description - things like sales person, accountant, lawyer, and secretary. Sure I could set my own hours and work wherever but I still am not free and I am certainly working more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come full circle. Back at day one...and it feels horrible actually. After all becoming what you loathe is not very fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this so I can wake myself up.  I am trying to convince myself that I needed this time to learn and grow. I needed to purge myself of all things stale, lifeless, and... well corporate. Because you become what you are surrounded by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting fresh. I've spent the last month surrounding myself with people who inspire me, the ones who bring out the side of myself that I wish I could be 24/7. I am completely changing my entire business model. It sucks to be honest. I love it but it sucks. I have amazing ideas that wish I would have thought of this 2 years ago. I would be so much father along and in the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this blog three years ago. I needed something, an outlet of sorts, to complain about how much I loathed my job. But like myself and my business, it has transformed. And we can only go up from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047319388025988509-5208573028880104971?l=thetpsreports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~4/OmiALom1EMU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/feeds/5208573028880104971/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047319388025988509&amp;postID=5208573028880104971" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/5208573028880104971?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/5208573028880104971?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~3/OmiALom1EMU/when-what-you-wanted-was-not-what-you.html" title="When what you wanted was not what you thought it would be" /><author><name>leigh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/2010/09/when-what-you-wanted-was-not-what-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4FRn0zfCp7ImA9WxVXFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047319388025988509.post-4614029676850618430</id><published>2009-02-12T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:28:37.384-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-12T21:28:37.384-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="weakness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sales" /><title>Sales Weakness</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kLNTG4OedOi4LHuaMu_o92cPfMU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kLNTG4OedOi4LHuaMu_o92cPfMU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kLNTG4OedOi4LHuaMu_o92cPfMU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kLNTG4OedOi4LHuaMu_o92cPfMU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In the past week, I have tried to pin point weaknesses that would cause me to fail at succeeding with my own company. I think my biggest weakness will be sales, or rather being a sales person. Even though I have more than enough experience in it; I have never liked it. Let alone liked it enough to rely on it for income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this post, I will evaluate this weakness and make a plan to overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with my selling experiences and what I learned from each:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Telemarketing, booking appointments for time shares. This was horrible. I sat in a 1x1 cubicle and was required to make at least 200 calls a day. The good news is that I learned a valuable lesson - Cold calling blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Telemarketing, offering online marketing services to realtors. This I was not bad at, I actually was the #2 sales person. However, I hated it. In this position I was still on the phone all day. It was all about being on the phone, no personal touches and all business. Lesson learned: It is a lot harder to get people to buy when they have no idea who you are. Second lesson learned: you can't be #2 without having your heart in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cold called businesses, offering traditional marketing services. This was harder than calling regular people. Many roadblocks to get to the right people. The snag here was my employer wanted me to book his appointments for him. I was doing HIS sales calls. Lesson learned here: If you aren't going to take the time to call your prospects for an appointment, they won't take the time to meet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sold face to face, booking appointments via phone, email, and networking to meet in person with the goal of selling knives (don't ask). This was fun at times but HARD work. At this company I worked entirely on referrals though. At the end of each appointment I asked for at least 5 referenence I could meet with. The next day I called and said, "Susan wanted me to give you a call about...when can we meet?". It worked like a charm. Lesson learned: Always ask for referrals, even if they don't buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;It turns out I actually am not a horrible sales person. In fact, I might actually be able to get really good at it. I just need a little training and a lot of practice. So I took a trip to the book store and picked up the words of experts to help me out. The first book I am reading is "The Sales Bible" by Jeffrey Gitomer. It has all of the basics, and so far is motivational. I bought two other books, which I will post about once I start reading. I've realized that working on this weakness now is going to help me in many other areas as well. For example, thinking from a sales perspective when wrtiting my website copy will cause my website to work better for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what I know about Sales so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cold calling blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Get to know your prospects because it is a lot harder for people to buy when they dont know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you aren't going to take the time to call your prospects for an appointment, they won't take the time to meet you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Always ask for referrals, even if they don't buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047319388025988509-4614029676850618430?l=thetpsreports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~4/PwLCfglhcAg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/feeds/4614029676850618430/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047319388025988509&amp;postID=4614029676850618430" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/4614029676850618430?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/4614029676850618430?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~3/PwLCfglhcAg/sales-weakness.html" title="Sales Weakness" /><author><name>leigh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/2009/02/sales-weakness.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4MQ3oyeSp7ImA9WxVXFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047319388025988509.post-22893549141283276</id><published>2009-02-03T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:29:42.491-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-12T21:29:42.491-08:00</app:edited><title>Day 19: Ideas for Marketing</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GgFVqbOrU9PA3F5axGogkn_gmiI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GgFVqbOrU9PA3F5axGogkn_gmiI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GgFVqbOrU9PA3F5axGogkn_gmiI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/GgFVqbOrU9PA3F5axGogkn_gmiI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I have been working on ideas for marketing my consulting services for the last week. Since there are a lot of options I have to narrow down the list to the most cost effective solutions. The great part is, I can do a lot of it myself. That will eliminate a lot of the costs. Here are my ideas so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Main Tasks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Pay Per Click. I have about $750 saved up to launch a PPC campaign. I'm going to mainly focus on the less expensive keywords and build a custom landing page to go with it. I will run this during the first month I am on my own and see what happens. I don't want to run this just yet because I don't want to get in an awkward situation where I am getting leads and not following up with them because of my regular job. Another problem would be that I land a few deals but not enough to sustain me but too much to hold my regular job. So this is going to launch June 1st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. SEO. This is already in play. I took a lot of these factors in while I was building the site. So, out of the box it is already SEO Friendly,  now I just need to optimize with keywords. The space is pretty compeitive so I will have to really focus my efforts here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Listing potential targets. I've decided to focus specifically on small business to start. So I am going to start out by finding local businesses who do not have a website or internet presence.This is one task that I am not really good at in any sense. I am also still thinking about how I should approach them once I know that they have a need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Enlisting a sales force. This is an idea that I think will work better once I have obtained a short list of clients. This person can work on a commission basis to bring in new deals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other Tasks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are still important but will be for the longer term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Email Marketing.  I have a lot of calls to action that entice visitors to sign up for email newsletter. I think this will be monthly and aside from useful info it will also have calls to action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Blogging. Having an informative blog on the topic will help draw in clients in the long term. I plan to update the blog 2-4 times per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Word of Mouth/referrals. Doing a good job for clients will bring me more. Simple idea but it goes a long way in this business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047319388025988509-22893549141283276?l=thetpsreports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~4/1W2lSMP7kl4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/feeds/22893549141283276/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047319388025988509&amp;postID=22893549141283276" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/22893549141283276?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/22893549141283276?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~3/1W2lSMP7kl4/day-19-ideas-for-marketing.html" title="Day 19: Ideas for Marketing" /><author><name>leigh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-19-ideas-for-marketing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4MSH09eyp7ImA9WxVRFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047319388025988509.post-7223620175257318686</id><published>2009-01-22T17:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T17:09:49.363-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-22T17:09:49.363-08:00</app:edited><title>Day 7: Income Goal</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0cJ3urpN-d8syQU31xDZP6AJ4x4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0cJ3urpN-d8syQU31xDZP6AJ4x4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0cJ3urpN-d8syQU31xDZP6AJ4x4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0cJ3urpN-d8syQU31xDZP6AJ4x4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Today is day 7 of my journey to wealth. Aside from launching and tweaking...and tweaking...and tweaking...the consulting site, I have devoted most of my free time to thought and planning. Thought about business, goals, mission statements, forecasting, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sales Forecasting has been the hardest part of the business plan, by far. My obstacle is, how do you forecast sales when you have never been in business before, are unsure what clients you will have, and what their marketing budgets will be like. It is a game of unknowns and I am the key player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to Ally son about it. She had some good advice. To sum up and paraphrase: Don't stress the forecasting during the first year. Just set realistic personal goals and jump in. Things will happen, things will work out. For my business model, this is good advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sales goals are to generate at least $2,000 a month in profit. This will feed us and meet our basic (and I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only&lt;/span&gt; basic) living expenses. Anything on top of that would be lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 months until May!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047319388025988509-7223620175257318686?l=thetpsreports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~4/gMGpF8EjpxA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/feeds/7223620175257318686/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047319388025988509&amp;postID=7223620175257318686" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/7223620175257318686?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/7223620175257318686?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~3/gMGpF8EjpxA/day-7-income-goal.html" title="Day 7: Income Goal" /><author><name>leigh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-7-income-goal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQERn87eyp7ImA9WxVRFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047319388025988509.post-876948007411871468</id><published>2009-01-22T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T16:58:27.103-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-22T16:58:27.103-08:00</app:edited><title>An Army Of One</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gOEgCoHtspaJ6Ttp-pyTYvK64lE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/gOEgCoHtspaJ6Ttp-pyTYvK64lE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A huge realization in starting a business from scratch hit me today. You have to not only be an expert at your service/trade/offering, but you also have to be decent at every other aspect of business (accounting, sales, leadership, etc). Maintaining a business of one is even harder, as these are qualities you have to maintain on a long term time line. Of course, I knew this - or rather I knew what it meant on the surface. The problem is that I never really understood &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; and all the implications of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be great at sales, you have to be able to communicate, to persuade, to show people value, etc. To be a great at accounting, you have to know numbers, know the laws, and know billing. The list goes on...So my realization was, when you say you own and run your own business - an army of one so to speak - you are really saying that you are a multitasking, multifaceted undertaker of all things business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047319388025988509-876948007411871468?l=thetpsreports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~4/TvVgW3bIwdM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/feeds/876948007411871468/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047319388025988509&amp;postID=876948007411871468" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/876948007411871468?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/876948007411871468?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~3/TvVgW3bIwdM/army-of-one.html" title="An Army Of One" /><author><name>leigh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/2009/01/army-of-one.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4ARHY6fyp7ImA9WxVRE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047319388025988509.post-8300289236437857469</id><published>2009-01-18T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:15:45.817-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-19T00:15:45.817-08:00</app:edited><title>Consulting Site Live</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sDwpgeoNiS5D9CI8gBaj26w7uO4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sDwpgeoNiS5D9CI8gBaj26w7uO4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sDwpgeoNiS5D9CI8gBaj26w7uO4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sDwpgeoNiS5D9CI8gBaj26w7uO4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So I've launched my second site, this one is for consulting and contract jobs. No,  I am not fast enough to build and write content for an entire high quality site in just one day. I have been working on both of these sites simultaneously for the past few months. I am just now getting the balls to put them into action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The consulting site is exciting because it is actually going to be a solid and reliable way to generate income while I am working on monetizing the other websites. I am going to be consulting/contracting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; marketing services such as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PPC&lt;/span&gt; management, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SEO&lt;/span&gt;, media buying, affiliate management, and web development, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have manged to also work out the 12 month sales/expense forecast for the overall business, which includes both the websites and consulting business. I am planning to continue at my day job until the end of May. In the meantime, I will be working evenings and weekends to get things set up for myself, client-wise. My goal is to have at least two clients by June, preferably for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PPC&lt;/span&gt; as that would be an ongoing monthly commitment. With start up savings and income through May, I will be able to survive until August on my own without any clientele. While it is only 3 months (June to August), I am confident that things will work out. After all, between June and August I will be able to devote a full time schedule to generating leads and pitching prospects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem I am having at the moment is figuring out how to forecast sales (for the business plan). How do you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;guessimate&lt;/span&gt; that for a service industry? I have a friend who works with business plans, so I will ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047319388025988509-8300289236437857469?l=thetpsreports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~4/JJ6M1EYs0R8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/feeds/8300289236437857469/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047319388025988509&amp;postID=8300289236437857469" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/8300289236437857469?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/8300289236437857469?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~3/JJ6M1EYs0R8/consulting-site-live.html" title="Consulting Site Live" /><author><name>leigh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/2009/01/consulting-site-live.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkANQns7fip7ImA9WxVREkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047319388025988509.post-5459499126524002623</id><published>2009-01-17T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T18:13:13.506-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-17T18:13:13.506-08:00</app:edited><title>Day Two: Motivation from PlentyofFish</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/B5jhdyeyqmkpFw8IlZbVGewMQ4k/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/B5jhdyeyqmkpFw8IlZbVGewMQ4k/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/B5jhdyeyqmkpFw8IlZbVGewMQ4k/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/B5jhdyeyqmkpFw8IlZbVGewMQ4k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I have just read the article in INC magazine about the owner of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PlentyofFish&lt;/span&gt;.com and how he makes $10mil a year from his website at 50% profit. The revenue is generated from advertising. The concept which made him this type of money is: Take something that you have to pay for and offer it for free. Then pay for it via advertising. You will notice this theme with several successful web companies, including Google. In fact, Google is probably an expert at this practice. For example, they recently released Ad Manager which is a free ad serving platform. Not only are they drawing in a large number of users from the free aspect, but there is a feature within the web based application which allows publishers to automatically offer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;adsense&lt;/span&gt; ads. This instantly increasing their content network and thus generates additional revenue from pay per click.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the question is - what is something paid which I can offer for free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think my avenue may be slightly different than that of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PlentyofFish&lt;/span&gt;, being that I am not a programmer but a marketer at heart. While I am able to develop my own website, I have limitations in terms of programming features or complex algorithums. My strength is in driving traffic. Therefore, a content based website may be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sufficient&lt;/span&gt; verses&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a website which offers a service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said I have finished the design and build for the first website to be used for revenue purposes. The question now becomes content - how can I generate a large amount of unique content for my topic with limited time/resources? I think the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;answer&lt;/span&gt; lies in user generated content. Essentially having users create pages on the site 24 hours a day. So my next &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;initiative&lt;/span&gt; is adding these interactive features to the site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047319388025988509-5459499126524002623?l=thetpsreports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~4/Cg1fYnRDOvQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/feeds/5459499126524002623/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047319388025988509&amp;postID=5459499126524002623" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/5459499126524002623?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/5459499126524002623?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~3/Cg1fYnRDOvQ/day-two-motivation-from-plentyoffish.html" title="Day Two: Motivation from PlentyofFish" /><author><name>leigh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-two-motivation-from-plentyoffish.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8MSHkyeyp7ImA9WxVREUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047319388025988509.post-2748147510670613883</id><published>2009-01-16T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T16:08:09.793-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-16T16:08:09.793-08:00</app:edited><title>A Slight Change of Topic</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RkU6W0d-XTb2GtMyWOyg4l6NTOs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RkU6W0d-XTb2GtMyWOyg4l6NTOs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RkU6W0d-XTb2GtMyWOyg4l6NTOs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/RkU6W0d-XTb2GtMyWOyg4l6NTOs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Over one year since the last post...It is nice to rediscover old treasures. It always happens right when you need them the most. Reading past posts ignites a fire under my ass brighter than the one that was there this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I was thinking about starting a blog detailing the long,rocky road to becoming a extremely wealthy web entrepreneur. I know what you are thinking. First, I've read so many blogs drumming to that tune. Well, stop being selfish. Afterall, this isn't your blog. Second, you are thinking: you can't just make money online. Well, stop being pessimistic. If you are going to read about my journey, then you have to support the cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here it goes: Day One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who: I am currently employed as a the Marketing Director for a small agency in Southern California. I have years of extensive experience in SEO, PPC, Affliate Marketing, Display Advertising/Ad Serving. You name it in the relam of online marketing and I probably know how to make money doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What: My goal: Make at least $4,000 per month minimum, online, within 12 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How: $500 to start, and all of the willpower a human could possibly possess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When: I have given myself 12 months to reach my goal, 6 months to quit my day job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why: On a daily basis, I earn hundreds of thousands of dollars in revenue for my clients and by working for an agency I am not compensated to my full potential. It is time to put my knowledge to good use and start making it work &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047319388025988509-2748147510670613883?l=thetpsreports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~4/b8Qrjm77QlA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/feeds/2748147510670613883/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047319388025988509&amp;postID=2748147510670613883" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/2748147510670613883?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/2748147510670613883?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~3/b8Qrjm77QlA/slight-change-of-topic.html" title="A Slight Change of Topic" /><author><name>leigh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/2009/01/slight-change-of-topic.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYNQXY8fSp7ImA9WB9SGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047319388025988509.post-544820919034793920</id><published>2007-10-09T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T21:56:30.875-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-09T21:56:30.875-07:00</app:edited><title>Day of the Ditch</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0Rjc_WRBv5OXApcHWy9OUY0wZEo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0Rjc_WRBv5OXApcHWy9OUY0wZEo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0Rjc_WRBv5OXApcHWy9OUY0wZEo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0Rjc_WRBv5OXApcHWy9OUY0wZEo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Many a corporate days are spent by so many daydreaming portions of their eight hours away.  Thoughts of carelessly frolicking through fields of green, sailing towards a sunset on a foreign sea, and soaking in the warmth and caress of the sun free one’s soul for that instance in time.  We have all done it.  We have all caught ourselves somewhere other than on the spreadsheet in front of our faces from time to time.  We learned this skill in K-12, practiced it in college, and have now perfected the art of daydreaming.  You spend your days in your often times unfulfilling desk jobs entombed in the four walls that house you in order to pay for your car that is destroying the atmosphere, for the mortgage on the home for which you overextended yourself, and for the retirement account you hope to fill enough to avoid eating cat food in your old age if you make it that far without dropping dead at 55 of a coronary.  There must be a reason so many of us do this for so many years of our lives.  Even with this highly active imagination I possess, I still can’t figure out why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a different day for me.  Today, I just said “No.”  Today was the Day of the Ditch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After one commits fully to the Call-In, one must then reason the guilt away unless you are so far gone you just can’t possibly give a shit.  I am not that miserable yet, nor do I ever plan to be.  After my Call-In, I decided to do my reasoning the proper way…from the warmth of my fluffy bed that Evil Work pries me away from each weekday with the assistance of it’s Alarm Clock Henchman.  The first wonderful thing I did was to disarm the evil little fucking henchman and silence that bastard with a smile on my face.  The next item on my non-agenda was to figure out if I wanted to go back to sleep or engage in something fun.  It was time for some fun since I wanted to suck the marrow from this glorious feast of a day and not let anything pass me by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I felt the warmth of my hazelnut coffee, freshly brewed from my home coffee maker, pass my lips and warm my insides.  I smelled the freshness of the crisp Fall morning at 9am from the mass of land in between the Oceanside Harbor and the Pacific Ocean.  I tasted the salty air as I ran freely with my dog, stopping as either of us wished, to explore a dock or chase a pelican.  I saw an old friend over the relaxing adventure of a B-52 Coffee while appreciating the view of freedom atop an ocean front restaurant.  I listened to the stories of a seasoned fisherman, the likes of which I would have never seen had I been trapped in my box at work.  I made sure this day was one to remember. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047319388025988509-544820919034793920?l=thetpsreports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~4/QMdx5jBfSjQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/feeds/544820919034793920/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047319388025988509&amp;postID=544820919034793920" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/544820919034793920?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/544820919034793920?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~3/QMdx5jBfSjQ/day-of-ditch.html" title="Day of the Ditch" /><author><name>Ally son</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-of-ditch.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMBRnw8eip7ImA9WB9TEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047319388025988509.post-920078704298173685</id><published>2007-09-18T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T09:37:37.272-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-18T09:37:37.272-07:00</app:edited><title>Vacations are harder than I remember.</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/z2sM7t1BJWaXR9lZVwdEraZO6hE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/z2sM7t1BJWaXR9lZVwdEraZO6hE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/z2sM7t1BJWaXR9lZVwdEraZO6hE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/z2sM7t1BJWaXR9lZVwdEraZO6hE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I created an entire list of things to do - it’s already Tuesday and I haven’t even made a dent! I woke up early this morning determined to conquer my laziness. I made coffee, took a shower and then sat down for a quick peek at my favorite blogs (I couldn’t help it). The next thing I know I have spent the last hour indulging in the latest and greatest from the Glamour blog team (Come on! Glamour blogs?? What the F is wrong with me?)! But it was then I realized that it didn’t matter – I’m on vacation! I don’t have to stick to schedules or arrange To-Do lists. For the next week I am free to wake up late, read mindless blogs for hours, and do crap load of nothing. I don’t even need to drink coffee in the morning. Of course, there is a whole lot I do want spend my time doing but I will not be getting upset if I don’t stick to it. Horary for epiphanies!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047319388025988509-920078704298173685?l=thetpsreports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~4/Nw82fkb--GY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/feeds/920078704298173685/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047319388025988509&amp;postID=920078704298173685" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/920078704298173685?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/920078704298173685?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~3/Nw82fkb--GY/vacations-are-harder-than-i-remember.html" title="Vacations are harder than I remember." /><author><name>leigh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/2007/09/vacations-are-harder-than-i-remember.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UGQ3gyfCp7ImA9WB5aFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047319388025988509.post-4514307842381880044</id><published>2007-09-12T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T14:07:02.694-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-12T14:07:02.694-07:00</app:edited><title>Quitting a job is like sex on a first date</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2XpVohyjohLvgjAo3_2Qe9os5rg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2XpVohyjohLvgjAo3_2Qe9os5rg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2XpVohyjohLvgjAo3_2Qe9os5rg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/2XpVohyjohLvgjAo3_2Qe9os5rg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quitting a job is like sex on a first date. It causes strange emotions: a mixture of excitement, dread and anxiety. An adrenaline rush followed by a huge sense of relief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is also a certain process; courting your boss, so to speak. You draft a resignation letter, schedule a meeting to present your letter, and then, well, present your &lt;i style=""&gt;letter&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course, after doing the deed, there is always a reaction: good, neutral, or bad. The boss with the good reaction provides a counter offer and is the girl who gives you her number (her&lt;i style=""&gt; real&lt;/i&gt; number). The boss with the neutral reaction provides you with a box and tight lipped good luck, this boss is the slut who called you Bob when your name is Alex. The boss with the bad reaction is the one who escorts you out of the building without allowing for your full two weeks to expire, this boss is the girl you called Bob when&lt;i style=""&gt; her&lt;/i&gt; name is Alex.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047319388025988509-4514307842381880044?l=thetpsreports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~4/vsUqrneo_vQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/feeds/4514307842381880044/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047319388025988509&amp;postID=4514307842381880044" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/4514307842381880044?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/4514307842381880044?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~3/vsUqrneo_vQ/quitting-job-is-like-sex-on-first-date.html" title="Quitting a job is like sex on a first date" /><author><name>leigh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/2007/09/quitting-job-is-like-sex-on-first-date.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQFR306cCp7ImA9WB5aEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047319388025988509.post-2060469229210449292</id><published>2007-09-06T12:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T12:51:56.318-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-06T12:51:56.318-07:00</app:edited><title>Corporate Narcolepsy</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kJe4NBQPe4CV324zGocGjTJ4M5c/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kJe4NBQPe4CV324zGocGjTJ4M5c/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kJe4NBQPe4CV324zGocGjTJ4M5c/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kJe4NBQPe4CV324zGocGjTJ4M5c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm seriously beginning to wonder if narcolepsy can be an acquired syndrome caused by one's own horrifically boring work environment, rather than just a genetic neurological condition.  As of late, my intermittent workday dyssomnia has begun to concern me.  I will be staring at my computer trying to piece together mundane items at work and the next thing I know, I face plant into my laptop keyboard with a complete feeling of bliss as though it were as soft and comforting as my pillow at home.  I've recently learned to close my eyes and nap with my head still relatively balanced on my shoulders while sitting in a working position behind my desk, almost appearing to be adamantly reading some important document about whatever on my computer.  This camouflaged napping style helps avoid those keyboard workplace injuries when the forehead slams and dislodges the "j" and "k" keys and lodges them into your eyeball.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of whether there is medically proven evidence to back my hypothesis that work causes narcolepsy, I still plan on using it as a valid excuse for that inevitable day I wake from my serene desk nap and find my boss leering at me with disdainful eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047319388025988509-2060469229210449292?l=thetpsreports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~4/rI3YXNXY_04" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/feeds/2060469229210449292/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047319388025988509&amp;postID=2060469229210449292" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/2060469229210449292?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/2060469229210449292?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~3/rI3YXNXY_04/corporate-narcolepsy.html" title="Corporate Narcolepsy" /><author><name>Ally son</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/2007/09/corporate-narcolepsy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MGRX8_fyp7ImA9WB5aEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047319388025988509.post-814221239561583792</id><published>2007-09-05T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T14:57:04.147-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-09-05T14:57:04.147-07:00</app:edited><title>Caffeine: The world's most popular drug</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Qd5W0-L_aQIV4HiObg2lZ86xiXg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Qd5W0-L_aQIV4HiObg2lZ86xiXg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Qd5W0-L_aQIV4HiObg2lZ86xiXg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Qd5W0-L_aQIV4HiObg2lZ86xiXg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damn Starbucks. I am addicted and the store front, green in all its glory, is consistently staring me in the face. The front door flirtatiously persuading me to walk through with woman like sex appeal. The windows, welcoming and warm, give the feeling of being home for the holidays. I sit here at my work desk, innocent - puppy eyes in tow, begging for an ounce of relief, a ten minute break to relax from a stressful day in the comfort of this bistro's black iron patio chairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 30 minutes: Coffee...2 shots...espresso...Next thing I know, eight hours of work is done and I'm furiously cleaning my desk with Windex. Legal crack for sale, I swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047319388025988509-814221239561583792?l=thetpsreports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~4/ZRFIfUGa460" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/feeds/814221239561583792/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047319388025988509&amp;postID=814221239561583792" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/814221239561583792?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/814221239561583792?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~3/ZRFIfUGa460/caffeine-worlds-most-popular-drug.html" title="Caffeine: The world's most popular drug" /><author><name>leigh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/2007/09/caffeine-worlds-most-popular-drug.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIEQHg9eSp7ImA9WB5UF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047319388025988509.post-2398543361486279746</id><published>2007-08-21T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T10:15:01.661-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-08-21T10:15:01.661-07:00</app:edited><title>Part 2: Drawbacks of working from home</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CmVNgCis6Blp-lZfnvgF3YYIfDw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CmVNgCis6Blp-lZfnvgF3YYIfDw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s only fair - if you highlight the good you must highlight the bad. After racking my brain for the last hour, I was able to create five drawbacks to working from home (Surprising, I know). Follow up to: &lt;a href="http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/2007/08/part-1-luxuries-of-home-office.html"&gt;Part 1: Luxuries of a home office&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Top Five Drawbacks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Co-worker animosity. I realize it is unfair when only a select few are able to work from home and that it is not me they hate, but the system. They were not born with nor did they learn the proper negotiation skills required to land such a sweet deal.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Connectivity Issues. VPN, Remote Desktop Connection, &lt;st1:stockticker&gt;LAN&lt;/st1:stockticker&gt;, Wireless Internet – words that should only be used space shuttle are the lifeline to my home office. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, while technology advances our society in many ways, it can also be the most frustrating obstacle. This could be the reason there is now an official system administrator appreciation day (The last Friday in July, if you were wondering).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Distractions. By far the number one drawback &lt;st1:stockticker&gt;AND&lt;/st1:stockticker&gt; the number one benefit. There are so many excuses one can use to avoid putting in a full 8 hours when the work load is low. My dog needs a run. The living room needs cleaning. The beach chair is empty. The beer is cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Responsibility. With all of the distractions one may face, comes more responsibility. Effective time Management, increased work flow, ability to meet deadlines, and efficient communication skills are all needed. Lack of any attribute listed above could lead to a full time in office position, or worse, no position at all. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Exclusion from Free Friday Bagels. It’s a tradition, each Friday free bagels are laid out nicely in the break room complete with various flavors of cream cheese and jams. This platter of greatness is truly the epitome of perfection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047319388025988509-2398543361486279746?l=thetpsreports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~4/M-Sw29DXU7k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/feeds/2398543361486279746/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047319388025988509&amp;postID=2398543361486279746" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/2398543361486279746?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/2398543361486279746?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~3/M-Sw29DXU7k/part-2-drawbacks-of-working-from-home.html" title="Part 2: Drawbacks of working from home" /><author><name>leigh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/2007/08/part-2-drawbacks-of-working-from-home.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AEQnc_fSp7ImA9WB5UFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047319388025988509.post-2885513640999157347</id><published>2007-08-17T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T18:48:23.945-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-08-17T18:48:23.945-07:00</app:edited><title>Part 1: Luxuries of a home office</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8wamegdV_jF2nTYJx8Ts16icfhI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/8wamegdV_jF2nTYJx8Ts16icfhI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;True and indistinguishable luck is scoring a job which will allow you to work from home; at least most of the time. This instantaneously increases quality of life by ten thousand points.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Top five perks:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. The attire. Forgo suites and heels, welcome PJ’s and slippers. This morning’s choice was an old tank top and some running shorts. No shoes - I was feeling spunky. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Fresh home made coffee vs. the burnt and some what odd smelling sludge served in the break room. It is remarkable - the difference between freshly ground beans and month old stale grounds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The creamer…ah the creamer…which, surprisingly, is still in the refrigerator after an entire week. It has not been stolen by various co-workers who seem to think the break room refrigerator is a convenience store sampling. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Delays, or keeps to minimum, awkward occurrences of filler conversation. Filler conversation includes topics like, “How was your weekend?” I ask to avoid awkward silence not because I care how hot it was when you mowed your lawn or how wasted you were at your buddy’s house party. Although, I do have to entertain some type of presence in the office during the week, the strategy is to make appearances short and towards the middle of the week. Mid-week, most full time employees have already forgotten the luxuries of the prior weekend or are too anxious for the next one to arrive. In either case, they relinquish weekend conversation because they just can not handle it. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Clean and fresh kitchen, perfect for gourmet lunch preparation vs. the break room kitchen and a small, boxed Lean Cuisine. The break room, which consistently smells like moldy cheese and bacon, is resistant to all efforts of sterilization including but not limited to: an intense amount of scrubbing and pure undiluted bleach. The only after effect of this is the break room now smells of moldy cheese, bacon, and pure undiluted bleach.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. The actual outdoor office vs. the illusion of an outdoor office. While corner offices with large ocean views have their appeal to the average worker bee, I prefer a more ballsy approach, an approach which does not include one flicker of florescent lighting. In my out door office there are no windows, file folders, or land lines. My outdoor office has 4 essential pieces: a laptop, a cell phone, a beach chair, and a pina colada (tiny umbrella optional). &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Next post - Part 2: Drawbacks of working from home. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047319388025988509-2885513640999157347?l=thetpsreports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~4/uOxkXCxBSEM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/feeds/2885513640999157347/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047319388025988509&amp;postID=2885513640999157347" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/2885513640999157347?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/2885513640999157347?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~3/uOxkXCxBSEM/part-1-luxuries-of-home-office.html" title="Part 1: Luxuries of a home office" /><author><name>leigh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/2007/08/part-1-luxuries-of-home-office.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4HSX07fSp7ImA9WB5UEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047319388025988509.post-5562172727865683799</id><published>2007-08-16T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T13:42:18.305-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-08-16T13:42:18.305-07:00</app:edited><title>The Work Day Morning Hangover</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sg6_TF8-upmV1KXM2BfmzrIIwQo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sg6_TF8-upmV1KXM2BfmzrIIwQo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The noise blaring in my ear gets painfully louder with each passing second.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is rhythmically timed separated by what I visualize as hammers hitting huge bells coinciding with the ticking of a second hand on a clock.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This consistent hell has finally motivated me to action.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As I peel my eyes open, I realize my next move is to roll over and stem this noise at its source.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I fumble gracefully toward this small black mechanical object.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s hard to believe something so small can make such an earth shattering noise at 7am.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After a few unsuccessful attempts to hit the relief button on this small box, I make contact and depress the snooze button successfully.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(Repeat this scene five more times)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;I don’t think anything is more dreadful than a work day morning hangover.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;Just prior to this rude awakening, I was having dreams of water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not swimming or floating, but actually grabbing and chugging glasses of water because my thirst was so dire I felt like I was lost in the Mojave for days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I sit up in bed wondering where I had left my brain from the previous evening.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I look around my apartment and see a ridiculous mess of tortilla chips, strewn clothes, and ant &lt;span style=""&gt;insecticide.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What in the hell happened in this place last night?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh well…no time to figure that out now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was almost late for work.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;After a comical hour of trying to get myself cleaned up and presentable for my job, I managed to get to my car and filter myself into the morning commute with all the other good people of California trying to earn their slice of the American pie.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have to turn my radio up in order to get adrenaline running through my veins to jump start my brain.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It feels as though there is something missing where my head should be.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The synapses are refusing to fire.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;I finally get to work and realize I must still be a certain level of intoxicated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God forbid I have to roll into work with what will potentially be a huge fucking hangover by noon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At least I will appear perky even though in reality its remnants of the evening past.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Damn!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I forgot about the 9am meeting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Okay…be cool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lay low and keep your mouth shut.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This tends to work best in situations such as this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since this is a conference call meeting with someone sharing their computer screen via the Internet, this will be much smoother than an in person meeting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;God I love technology.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;I have five minutes until the meeting and I have the coffee walk and brew timed to the second.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It takes 3 ½ minute to walk to the make-shift cafeteria (aka: converted closet), brew the single coffee serving, stir, and make it back to my office, all assuming there is no coffee traffic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That throws it all off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You could be trapped for several minutes which would call for you to abort the coffee mission and run a serious risk of a narcoleptic-type occurrence during the meeting.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;Success!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No traffic, no sleepy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;With all said and done, I made it through another hung over morning in the trenches of corporate warfare.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047319388025988509-5562172727865683799?l=thetpsreports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~4/Xz3AJk-5BiA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/feeds/5562172727865683799/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047319388025988509&amp;postID=5562172727865683799" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/5562172727865683799?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/5562172727865683799?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~3/Xz3AJk-5BiA/work-day-morning-hangover.html" title="The Work Day Morning Hangover" /><author><name>Ally son</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/2007/08/work-day-morning-hangover.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8MSXk7fSp7ImA9WB5UE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047319388025988509.post-3047129765928937343</id><published>2007-08-15T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T13:34:48.705-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-08-17T13:34:48.705-07:00</app:edited><title>Styrofoam Cups and Buzz Words</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6NAKMrYVMwodxxcMM3nR1P8umEw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6NAKMrYVMwodxxcMM3nR1P8umEw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Today I am environmentally aware. Instead of using 40 Styrofoam cups and bowls which are provided to me each day in the break room of my corporate company, I have opted to bring my own ceramic coffee cup and a bowl. Not only am I doing a little to save the environment but I am also decreasing my chances of cancer, or so I am told. However, it seems like these days everything causes cancer or some type of fatal health problem – certain types of gum, bananas, Splenda. This is what MSNBC tells me anyway. Health might not be their best face, however, thank God for the live video feeds on Anna Nicole which have been contributing to MANY wasted billable hours at the office.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I officially loathe the word proprietary. As soon as it rolls off the lips of anyone wearing a suite, a feeling starts in the pit of my stomach like the acid is avalanching backwards up my esophagus. The overuse of certain “buzz words” is sickening and if you can not or will not spend time expanding your own vocabulary you shouldn’t be allowed to use the word proprietary, or any other word over 2 syllables for that matter. Now I feel better, I am going to go back to my Marvin Gaye, cold milk, and 1 million row excel sheets which Microsoft had the thoughtfulness to bestow. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047319388025988509-3047129765928937343?l=thetpsreports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~4/O2obx-0nHTY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/feeds/3047129765928937343/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047319388025988509&amp;postID=3047129765928937343" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/3047129765928937343?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/3047129765928937343?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~3/O2obx-0nHTY/styrofoam-cups-and-buzz-words.html" title="Styrofoam Cups and Buzz Words" /><author><name>leigh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/2007/08/styrofoam-cups-and-buzz-words.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUGQX08cCp7ImA9WB5UE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047319388025988509.post-6393149277279554123</id><published>2007-08-15T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T16:27:00.378-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-08-17T16:27:00.378-07:00</app:edited><title>My Florescent Tan</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AhtYLwxtp7fUmVrNI34Nly1PFMI/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AhtYLwxtp7fUmVrNI34Nly1PFMI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AhtYLwxtp7fUmVrNI34Nly1PFMI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AhtYLwxtp7fUmVrNI34Nly1PFMI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is always time to blog at work. It is similar to taking a mini vacation except there are no little umbrellas in my coffee, the light on my face is cold and florescent not warm and relaxing, instead of peaceful waves I hear papers shuffling and the insistent ringing of the telephone replaces the annoying squawk of seagulls. As I think of all the places I would rather be, I stare at last years beach calendar that is still hanging in my cube...oh well at least my chair isn’t leaving plastic marks on my sunburned ass…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047319388025988509-6393149277279554123?l=thetpsreports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~4/vFoDL4v__OI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/feeds/6393149277279554123/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047319388025988509&amp;postID=6393149277279554123" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/6393149277279554123?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/6393149277279554123?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~3/vFoDL4v__OI/there-is-always-time-to-blog-at-work.html" title="My Florescent Tan" /><author><name>leigh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/2007/08/there-is-always-time-to-blog-at-work.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYMQXY-fSp7ImA9WB5UEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8047319388025988509.post-2352176027355670272</id><published>2007-08-15T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T13:36:20.855-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-08-15T13:36:20.855-07:00</app:edited><title>Laptop Cafeteria</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/g0gKHIbQ8x5cTwyU3Gk0oS8jxIA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/g0gKHIbQ8x5cTwyU3Gk0oS8jxIA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/g0gKHIbQ8x5cTwyU3Gk0oS8jxIA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/g0gKHIbQ8x5cTwyU3Gk0oS8jxIA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;My favorite is that we don't have a lunch room, much less a kitchen even in our office building.  I love the fact that as I sit here eating my Chipotle steak salad over my laptop computer as I work that I consistently drop samples of my daily lunch into the sad little spaces between the keys on my computer keyboard.  I turned it upside down last week just to see what lovely surprises I'd get and I found such treasures as sesame seeds from bagels past, rice from those always tasty Roberto burritos, and morsels of lettuce clumps of which I have no idea how they made it through those cracks.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: courier new;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway, I long for the day I can have an area designated specifically for eating food, removing me from my computer for at least a few minutes and relieving my office from the stench of cafeteria.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One can only wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8047319388025988509-2352176027355670272?l=thetpsreports.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~4/ltcRu56X2Yo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/feeds/2352176027355670272/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8047319388025988509&amp;postID=2352176027355670272" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/2352176027355670272?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8047319388025988509/posts/default/2352176027355670272?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheTpsReports/~3/ltcRu56X2Yo/laptop-cafeteria.html" title="Laptop Cafeteria" /><author><name>Ally son</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thetpsreports.blogspot.com/2007/08/laptop-cafeteria.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

