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Well, here I am, back from vacation.
Don't worry, this isn't a review of my hotel, or an open letter to the men of Europe about taking a good long look in the mirror before wearing that Speedo out in public. READ MORE»»
I am a non-smoker.
Even if I wasn't horribly allergic to the stuff, I find smoking to be a pretty nasty habit and have lost enough people to lung cancer to have no love lost between the Marlboro Man and me. READ MORE»»
I have a nine-mile commute to work each day. In different circumstances, it would probably take me 15 minutes to make the trip each way, but it doesn’t. READ MORE»»
The air conditioning is broken at good old 65 East again. This isn’t the first time. It probably won’t be the last. You’d think us office jockeys here would be used to it by now, but we’re not. READ MORE»»
I have wonderful co-workers. No doubt about it. They're a great bunch of people who are all hard working and are fun to spend a day in the office with.
There's only one small problem.
I think they're all trying to kill me. READ MORE»»
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