Evidence of the APX Glamour

Well today was a real testimony builder for me here at our Great APX. It was a Saturday (I know what's good about a Saturday...). Since it's no secret i'll just put it out there; got bitched at a little bit more but its all in the past. Woke up at 9:00, as usual, put on the whole armor of APX, made it out to my area in trailer park heaven, and sold one at 12:30. Wow it felt good to protect a home with a 68 cadillac deville. She lived there with what seemed to be her mother and grand daughter. They had seriously 6 dogs, 3 big 3 small, then a cat. So after PFing someone next came lunch. Arby's mmmmmm...... as I'm on my way back out to my area i saw a wonderful event taking place. What is this? The sound of a civil war cannon must be fun i had better stop by! I was able to hear The Accordian Playing Yodler. Fantastic! I saw what a mountain man would look like in Carson City, watched the re-enactment of the Civil War, and bought a $5 rootbeer float (They were from California and i was stimulating the economy as no one else will, since times are rough and healthcare is being nationalized). Then... what's this? The Aces play the Bees? The stars have aligned once more. That sounds like a great idea. You must experience the culture while your here. So we left a little early (Only like 30 min early by my standards... "Oh, I love Saturdays because it takes us 12 hours to do what we normally do in 4"). Somewhere between us all piling in the car and sitting down to some peanuts and cracker jacks we were spotted by the enemy... a rat. We got ratted out! As I was taught by my superiors, I love this job because i control my own destiny. So this would be one of those stories that one shares with their recruit on how fun the summer is. I can testify to that. So the next time you see a fun exciting video sponsored by APX, I was there. I may have gone bowling or seen some movies or gone fishing during some work hours... but when it comes to total PF's don't come to me, they never do. Don't get me wrong I get by. I may not sit on a golden toilet seat or drive a huge truck, frost my tips, and wear designer jeans... but I haven't eaten a Totino's pizza since December of 2008. That means I'm pretty well off (for all you gold digging whores out there). There you have it.

LIVE TO SELL, SELL TO LIVE
Hakuna Matata Bitches!

Cam Neibaur