holy crap (business)

[opabinia]

STE just negotiated an agreement with a scientist who holds a synthesis patent on a nutritional supplement with ridiculously broad applications. As STE's northeastern tentacle, it is my duty to continue searching for an efficient way to get this stuff made, whether we contract it out or do it ourselves.

I just got off the phone with STE. He says we need to churn out about 50kg of this stuff in two weeks or so. This could be awesome. I feel persistently optimistic about this potential career change. I have to be careful not to get ahead of myself, here. Friday morning, I left all my neckties at the dry cleaners. Last night I caught myself wondering if I'll need another suit.

STE says he's flying up here sometime in the next few weeks, to bring me a shiny new laptop and train me on doing presentations for clinical managers, doctors, and their office staff. Time to memorize that PowerPoint file he sent me, starch up a few shirts, and brace myself.

Comments

[bottleimp.livejournal.com]

So, uh, what would this shit do to kettlebellers? It's not fermented goat milk or anything, is it? (Cause I already do that.) If you gave me some, would it make me into even more of a goddam sexual tyrannosaurus? Could I one-arm press the 88? Would I get some of my hair back on my head where it belongs?

Hell, I have to stop having friends who have work that they won't talk about.

W: "I was working on this... case, and I met this guy, and um, never mind."

D: "Oh, I make stuff. Machining. It's for specops types. Delta. Just stuff."

L: "It's a supplement. With wide applications."

[lepidosiren.livejournal.com]

*snort*

[rojagato.livejournal.com]

. Last night I caught myself wondering if I'll need another suit.

Discount Menswear in Central Square. Ask for Sunny.

(No, really, I'm serious)

[panzerkunst.livejournal.com]

Cheap stuff? I don't even own a suit.