I suppose today was a good one. Work went okay, despite a few setbacks here or there.
For the record, I was NOT, under any context, making sexytime in the warehouse Sunday afternoon. I'm not even sure how far the word will spread, but this is me we're talking about. I know I'm me and a best friend of the greater populace, but really, I'm only capable of so much. Next time catch me in the middle of a Friday night chat in Receiving. THEN we can attest to my indiscretions.
In other news, I thought I hit a frog while driving home tonight. Seeing as Connecticut winters wouldn't allow for a frog to be anywhere near my location, though, I decided it was a leaf and saved the prayer for another morsel of street carnage.
Tidbit of the day: "I always get a little nervous when three Mexican men are huddled around a jukebox cuing up Brian Adams." - Kevin
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