The Commuting Capitalist

No wonder the Chronicle isn't doing so well, look at the damn newsstand?

(Transbay Terminal, downtown SF)
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Maybe it's at home on a sick day, when you can barely get out of bed. Maybe it's on the sidelines of a kids soccer game when the team is worn out on a Saturday afternoon. Maybe it's anywhere, any time you're planning a sweaty marathon of hands-on, skin-to-skin sharing of tangible assets and excessive liquidity.

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What motivates us as commuting capitalists? The work, the money, the good we see ourselves doing -- or at least striving toward? Yes, yes and yes.

Those motivations get us up in the morning, put us behind the wheel or on the train or the bus headed to the cube, corner office, shop, strip mall or factory. Hunkered down in whatever bunker we call home for eight, 10 or more hours a day, doing what we do to make the company bigger, the economy stronger, our clients smarter and better able to do what they do. The rewards? Sometimes it's the paycheck, maybe twice a month, maybe when the big deal closes, maybe when the commission comes through. Other times, the reward is less tangible, a feeling or a sense that what you're doing is making a difference. That the thing you and no one else thinks to do or wants to do or can do ends up bringing something valuable to you and the people you encounter day after day, maybe in person, maybe by e-mail, maybe even through a blog..

Whatever those things are that motivate us, whatever the rewards we consciously seek or purposely don't seek, but instead come across in the most random and unlikely places, these are the sparks that ignite the passion, the flames that fuel the furnace, the fires that continue to burn.

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The Presidio. I never come out here, I stick to the crackhead-infested pavement of the Tenderloin on my way home from work - so it's easy to forget that there's this entire stretch of forest hidden somewhere in the city.

Lucky for me, before End the Fed on Sunday I get to spend a night out here and a full Saturday selling other people's shit.

For now, I just need a nap. This fresh air shit is overrated.
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Sounds interesting but could get painful. Wear a helmet.
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and you wonder why you pay so much to live in such a hell hole.

SF Gate on "the Muni slasher"

is this rat san franciscan?

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PBR and bacon huh?

This little hipster knows a setup when she sees one, no thank you.
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The Commuting Capitalist may be turning 29 in a little over a month but no one said she's 29 on the inside.

*snicker* "Wood" bwhahahaha

I'll be playing Xbox and eating cereal after a long day of CPA wrangling if anyone needs me.

With soy milk, of course, I *am* an adult.
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So, how do you like those empty parking spaces, Triangle Retail? That sign still seem like a good idea?

Sure it's a bitch when the carpoolers leave their cars in your lot, when the bus riders want to park in the spaces that storeowners think will be filled all day with shoppers. But, hey, carpoolers might want to schedule a hair and nail appointment after work. Maybe a massage or pick up some flowers. And public transportation is nothing if not a huge selling point for an end-of-the-day stop at the beer and wine store. Unless, of course, you've been brown-bagging it on the bus. And even then ...

In this economy, no sense hating on the commuters.

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