Why has it come to that when I am innocently trying playing rockband with my room mates for a few hours on Saturday, my mind starts wandering towards bagels during my face-melting guitar solo? This is really sad on two levels.

1. I quit playing the sax after five years and hundreds spent on lessons, only to use my musical talent on playing sweet child of mine on my xbox. With the saddest part being that I don’t regret it at all. (it was hard to rock out with a power stance to classic rock while paying the Sax)
2. I was thinking of selling bagels in my free time.

I’ve covered this second reason before in one of my office Bagel Emails. I think I’ve discovered how to come to grips with this little insecurity. I just have to come up with dire situations where the plethora of information I have about capital projects, bagels, Battlestar Galactica ,vintage Ferraris, and Nachos will some how save the lives of the ones I love and possibly the world… and yeah I really think this way, so there it is. You know a little about me, I sell my co-workers a bagel, that’s how this relationship is going tow work. Really it’s a win-win. (only if you work in my office though, otherwise it’s kinda a one sided relationship)

This is what I’ve come up with to justify my unique mental make-up.

Someday we’ll create robots that eventually turn on us and we have to flee to Mexico, but all the new cars are controlled by the Cylons (robots) so we have to take the only mode of transportation that still is pure. And because of my Vintage Ferrari experience I am the savior of the resistance. And while in Mexico I open an underground nacho stand that brings hope to the human race, and we end up revolting and destroying the cylons by making them realize they don’t have the ability to love. And I end up working in the new united nations university’s Design and Construction Department and sell bagels on Fridays….

Well it helps me sleep at night.