Work is a JOKE

Ever have one of those days where you just think that work is a complete joke? Well it is today, why am I here. Between Facebook, Twitter, Hotmail, The Janesville Gazette, African orphan research, and a lunch break I have not accomplished Jack Shit. But, I will continue collecting my big old nice pay check and not think about all the hungry, homeless, and poor ex-GM'ers out there needing my job. I better go, I need to be ready and signed into the system in case my phone rings. I better get up, before insomnia sets in.

Hotter than Haiti

Hello- I see that I am the only fan so far of my blog ... haha!
It has been a hot couple of weeks here in Wisconsin, but this week we have gotten much needed relief, no rain, but heat relief. Which takes me to my first rambling thought: I take air conditioning for granted. I will be the first to admit, I hate the heat, more than anything... well maybe not more than exercising! Walking to the car in heat then getting in the hot car with hot leather seats is worse than any Brazilian wax I think. That is pure hell, insanity, recklessness, and torture. I can't stand sleeping in the heat, existing in the heat. Maybe it is a good thing I do not live in Arizona or any other southern state.
Ok, I am done bitching aobut the heat and the travestry of not having air conditioning. Off to solve more of lifes big questions.
I will be in touch again soon.