What is the byproduct of
What is the byproduct of staying up half the night with minor insomnia? Sleeping late ala minor tardiness. Yeppers. I woke up with the "oh shit" insta-realization that I was late for work... well, sorta. I was late to physically leave for work, but the morning reports and such that I do for the regime are more than do-able from the comfort of my home office. Thus, nothing was late other than my ugly mug hitting the fluorescent prison we like to call corp-o-hell. It was like a Monday on Tuesday. The garage housed one car with a flat tire, so EL drove me to work. When I got out of the car and walked the green mile, I realized that I left my cell phone in the center console. EL turned around and brought that back to me... which she totally didn't have to do. My boss(es) are sneaking around like the cat that ate the canary and all things are quiet here. I'm supposed to present to the CIO today sometime. Joy. I really should just quit this bullshit and open a bar. You could all come drink with me. My mom sent me some photos of her and her boyfriend's camping trip from this weekend. A couple in an RV just down the road from where they were camping had a tree (a very, very large tree) fall across the camper... crushing it and pinning a woman inside. She wasn't hurt... just stuck, but had she been a few feet further back in the trailer, she would have died. Freaky. The coffee sucks here this morning. Well, it always sucks really. I'm just a little too busy to go out for coffee. If EL ran for office, I know one of her campaign promises would be coffee delivery for every man, woman, and child. Now that's a powerful platform!
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