Got a bit much for my comfort level.
Good luck to my friends and colleagues who live there.
I sure am grateful the risk of rocket attack is not part of daily life in America.
I now understand the risk is low and accepted as “a day in the life”, but as a foreigner, it is not an easy mentality to get into.
Every-time I am introduced to someone, I can’t believe I work where I work and am in the role I am in.
I LOVE this job.
After more than 9 years of knowing exactly what to expect, tomorrow morning at 9:00 CST I start a new job.
So many emotions over the past 3 days. Sad, excited, nervous, scared.
I’m ready to rock!
It’s been a journey, and I’m ready for my next adventure.
My day could go one way or the other. I want to enjoy this, but I’m not.
Without my wife in bed it is impossible for me to fall asleep unless I am pass out exhausted. I miss her.
Thursday night can’t come fast enough.
I like to say “It’s Miller Time” loud enough for my staff to hear right after cracking open a can of diet soda.
Yep, I’m that boss… They all roll their eyes.
The eyebrow raising age of some guy in a story who randomly dropped dead.