This week seems almost pointless without copious amounts of whiskey....
Created a to-do list for the next five months.
I'm going to need 36-hour days, please.
These little chocolate bottles filled with liquor are delicious.
Why don't they make these in full sized bottles?
I LOVE THOSE! May be my favorite chocolates... which ones you ask... the answer is YES!
This woman somehow thinks I'm just going to run over to her house and sleep with her.
What? In this economy?
I love how even just a few months into a contract, I'm suddenly seen as the go-to expert on everything.
Even this company's desktop support team, with whom my position has nothing to do with, comes to me whenever they have a question.
Yet, when this contract is over, the company I'm working with will probably say "Thanks for your help. Now, bon voyage!" and the next opportunity will probably say, "Sorry, We're looking for someone with a more focused resume...."
Two types of women in the fetish world that make me question life:
1. The younger than 28 year old that insists she's a domme.
2. The younger than 28 year old who is looking for an "Experienced Dom" but, of course, no one over 30. This one obviously has no understanding of men...
If there's something that you want, or that you enjoy, just say it.
Still not sure why this company wants to move backward, and laterally with so much of their technology.
Germans. Go figure.
But, hey, if you want to pay me to sort through crap that it's probably not worth paying me to sort through, I'll still gladly accept the paycheck every other week.
|World Visitor Map|