Today I had lunch with the old team. It reminded me of the poetic dace of bees. Each returns to the hive with directions on an open position or a friend of a friend who might be hiring. We celebrated a birthday. I found out that the asshole that had a doctor’s note to avoid work had actually made my boss really mad (she hides these things so well.) While he “couldn’t go into work” he could fly to New York and “supervise” the sale of his mothers house. The people still on staff are frustrated and confused. Those of us who are not are well rested and tan. It was good to spend time with them again. I truly enjoy my time with them.
The Tigers are making me mad. 10-0 yesterday and right now are loosing their lead. It was a good summer, but it is almost over I fear. YouTube has nearly every skit with Dean Martin and all the School House Rock. This is what I do between sending out resumes and taking phone calls.
Dean and the Duke
Sinatra and Jobim
Germans Saying Nice Things (Steve Carell and Dana Carvey)
By going to work you should all know that you are missing a new game show called Cash Cab. Do yourself a favor, set the TiVo and watch a few episodes.
Is it the weekend already? Everyday is Saturday for me.