It's interesting and sad how CEOs and other upper management types can become so isolated and reality divorced in their perspectives that they even consider such bone headed changes.
I need to take another trip up north, badly. Even if it's a bit cold now I want to spend time around Traverse City and the Sleeping Bear Dunes. No more southeast Michigan traffic jams and urban sprawl for several days.
I so want to go, I just need to check my schedule. If it turns out I work that day I'm going to scramble to find someone to pick it up that shift for me.
I believe me and my stomach have reached a new level of understanding and respect with each other. It has agreed to show more patience and tenacity next time I binge on vodka and whiskey so long as I continue to pamper it with more Drunkin Apples and BBQ Ribs.
Back in 2010 when I was in Tula (2 hour drive south of Moscow) I had to sit for two hours in a bank. I spent much of my time there watching Russian pop on their TV and was impressed.
I'm thinking that we finally have decent looking scrubs again in our department. I'm going to celebrate by burning the idiotic polo shirts we used to have to wear. I fucking hated those things.
I'm thinking that the prissy artificial cleanness of large public facilities wears on me overtime. There needs to be chaos in the universe otherwise things will be insufferably boring.
I'm feeling like now that my sister went off to a university in Marquette, the four rooms on the second level of the house are ALL MINE! Enishi's Kingdom.