Some Good News, Some Bad News

Sorry, it's been a while since I've blogged. Been pretty busy. First, the bad news. I was in Los Angeles last week and met a Hollywood producer and "pitched" him my idea about a new series of installments for Terry Waters Undercover. "Pitch" is the term Hollywood uses. I guess it's short for sales pitch. Anyways, the guy said he had never heard of the original Terry Waters: Undercover. I think he just said that to throw me in the interview. I handled it pretty well, but I didn't believe him. But the part I didn't handle so well was when he said I'd need to lose 60-80 pounds before he'd even consider putting me in front of a camera. I wanted to clock him. Instead, I played it cool. Although it's probably closer to 80 lbs now because I was so depressed, I spent this past week curled up with my favorite comfort food... Arbys.



I love the Horsey sauce. Whenever I'm there, I always ask for extra Horsey sauce. I use it to dip my fries in. I've gotten to know the staff at the Arby's near me, and they know how much I like Horsey sauce, so they always throw in a couple extra packets for me. I keep a bunch in the fridge here at home. I don't want to gross anybody out, but sometimes I'll tear open a packet and squirt it straight into my mouth. Maybe I'll go over there after this blog as I got coupons with the paper yesterday. Plus, the woman who works the fries -- Evelyn -- is kind of cute. I think she likes me as she always smiles at me and hits my fries up with one or two extra hits of salt.


Now for some good news. You're probably wondering what I, Terry Waters, was doing in Los Angeles. Well, you're now reading the blog of an official Marathon sod sales rep. Don't worry, while it's a full time job, it isn't going to derail my efforts to do undercover reporting. It's just that things have been slow and I needed the money. And the health insurance. Gotta love America. We have the right to bear arms, but we're the only industrialized country in the world that doesn't give citizens free health insurance. Guns: Yes. Health: No. Isn't that America in a nutshell? I'm not trying to get political. I love the US. I've just gone quite a few years in my life without health insurance and it's a little scary. When I was in Amsterdam, I got into a fight and the dude bit off part of my ear. I went to the hospital and they attached it for free. That wouldn't happen in the US.

Good news is, once the insurance kicks in, I can get this bruise on my thigh looked at. I've had it for about 6 months. It doesn't really hurt. And it hasn't gotten any bigger (it's about the size of a coaster). But it won't go away. I'd like to get it taken care of before the summer. It gets pretty hot here in Blaine and my thigh looks bad -- real bad -- in shorts.

Anyways, back to the sod. There isn't a whole lot of sodding that happens during these winter months, so the company sent me to their headquarters in Los Angeles for a training seminar. I'll be on probation for a month and then I'll get my insurance and a couple of knitted shirts with my name stitched in. I have to put a deposit down on the shirts. In the meantime, I've been setting up "meet and greets" with prospective clients. If you're thinking of getting sod, or know someone who is, send them my way. If nothing else, I'd be happy to answer any of their questions as well as explain the benefits of sod over traditional seeding.

That's it for today. I'm off to Arbys.

-TW