Indian Giver
There was no blog yesterday. There was steam coming out of my ears. After an appointment with a client from two miles from house I was planing on taking a nap. A well deserved nap. My girlfriend called me offering me to go to the Red Sox game. All I had was to drive through Boston to Newton to get the tickets and then to my girlfriends apartment in Natick. Only a three hour journey. After I finally made it to Natick I put on my Red Sox shirt. I was pumped. Then the phone rang. It call from my girlfriend. My sister is going.
The mother then called me to explain. The mom explained their was a misunderstanding. Apparently my girlfriend has become senile. My girlfriend must of thought ask “Phil if he wants to go” as “Phil time is not valuable have the sucker pick up the tickets”. There is nothing like throwing someone under the bus. People should take responsibitly for their action. I can handle the truth. Not some lie.
Flag Burning
My head must of been in the sand the last twenty eight years. Burning the U.S flag is legal. More than a third of Senators (Republicans and Democrats) voted against banning the desecration of the US flag. They can agree on raises for themselves, out of control projects, and burning the flag should be legal.
A large percentage of flag burning is used incite violence in hopes of recognition their belief. Flag burners have even protested at soldiers funerals. Imagine some wacko showing up at a loved one funeral burning a flag just because they wanted to make a point. A point I do not understand. There’s is a time and place for everything. Just not for flag burning.
The Great Leader
Driving into work this morning I heard on the radio Warren Buffet was giving away thirty seven billion dollars,thirty one billion going directly to The Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation. Buffet considered one of the most successful investors of all time and has picked up the nickname of the ”Oracle of Omaha” and has a fortune of forty four billion. The majority of his money was donated to the Gates Foundation to help ensure that lifesaving advances in health are created and shared with those who need them most. Most importantly all the money donated goes directly to helping people.
What surprised me the most of the announcement was peoples reaction. What about his relatives? They should sue him freeze up his assets because he must be senile. His relatives will be just fine splitting seven billion among fourteen people. Five hundred million per person which generates twenty five million over every year at five percent. If he had given everything to his relatives the government would take half and waste a large percentage through beauracy.
Charity
Four..three.three..two.. and the final number six. Those numbers represented the raffle ticket everyone in the room wish they had. A Grand prize of two thousand five hundred dollars. My girlfriend was crushed. An opportunity to get caught on bills and maybe enough spare change to get a coffee. Around the room people wanted a redo. Why? The guy that won was rich. It is easy to root against rich people when they take what you thought was yours.
There was a silent auction that had items from VIP tickets for multiple shows at the Bank of America Pavilion, Signed Curtis Martin Jersey, massages, Bath and Body Works gift basket among other items. My girlfriend persuaded me to make the highest bid of $95 for the Bath and Body Works gift. The auction was over and I broke out the check book and was going to pay the cashier. I was not the winner but this nice lady won. The lady had a smart husband who was furious he spent $100 for soap. My girlfriend gave me look. The look of my yellow lab. Next thing I knew I have $105 in soap.
9th Grade Picture
Personally I wanted to thank all of my viewers 500 plus per day and growing everyday. You have been positive, supportive and helpful. However, there is always one bad apple in the crowd. My favorite response left on myspace blog "Does your girlfriend know what you look like in your freshman year class picture?" No but I want to keep it that way. I stood about five two and one hundred and five pounds. Reminds you of George Clooney. Maybe Ashton Kutcher. The only thing funnier than my 9th grade picture is her current picture. Her only two friends on myspace.com her dog which doesn't count because dogs do not add themselves and Tom the creator of myspace. Tom is everyone friend. He may want to reconsider because she may post his 9th grade picture.
My Brother Jason
My brother Jason made a confession to me last week. He jumped at the opportunity to start an Internet company because he wanted to spend more time with me. I asked him to become part of the company because of his ingenious creativity, strong dedication, and sleek writing(http://jasonganz.wordpress.com/). This by the way was during the mourning week of my grandma Magda. That made me start to think. I thought and thought about the past. There was a seven year span the last last two years of high school and five years of college were my brother and I did not spend much time together. This could be blamed on my parents divorce , myself living in different states, or Jason being a Dallas Cowboys fan. Since the inception of the company last September we had countless meeting, traded over 1,000 plus emails, and made verizon bill go through the roof (he refuses to give up Cingular). This time together made me realize nothing is more important than family.
MYSPACE
After a weekend of getting burned at the beach I passed out in the car on the ride home. Wearing SPF 4 and passing out on the beach the first time out is not smart. I was woken by my phone ringing crazy. An unidentified caller. Usually a telemarkter or even worse someone you know that blocked their number that you really did not want to talk to. "What the hell? I hate you? I am not your sister anymore." Dalia Ganz was one very unhappy 23 year old. The words come on the heels as one of my employees thought it was a good idea to add every one of my sister's friends to my profile from myspace.com His goal was to build up my network on myspace.com. Intentions were good, but perhaps we should have talked to my sister.
Hungry. Very Hungry. This usually describes the appetitie an animal in the dead of winter who has not eaten in a month. This animal is my favorite employee who decided to move to North Carolina because Nascar and wife beaters had a nice ring to it. His only project is to make me friends on myspace.com After three hours and countless tries we have over 150 friends including Paris Hilton, a basketball player, and countless rappers.
Ethical Decision
The little black binder. Not the book with all the missing naughty cell phone numbers. The one that the waitress placed my credit card with the check inside. I hate opening it because it is always more than I originally thought. Its easy to miscalculate especially after the third beer. Then I just seem to be figuring everything at a 40% discount. However, as I opened the binder the bill read $40.12 not bad for dinner for four at an upscale restaurant in Boston. Problem was I was not Addison Silverman and it was not my check. It was my turn to pay for the group which we regularly go out. How lucky my friends thought. Everyone wanted to me to sign and go. Not me. I got the waitress and gave me the correct bill. Only $135.78. The difference was an easy night sleep.
