The last few hours on Friday should be work-sanctioned nap time, amirite?
I left work a little early to get a new battery. The first place I stopped confirmed that it was, indeed, my battery that was the issue, but they didn’t have a replacement in stock. Neither did the next place I went. And seeing as how I’ve had to jump the car twice this week, waiting around for one to get ordered wasn’t really an option.
All of which led to me standing in the Autozone parking lot, replacing the battery while still wearing my coat and tie, in 10-degree weather. And paying a surprisingly large sum of money for the privilege.
Make me wish:
* That I still could drink
* That it were still acceptable to keep a bottle of whiskey in your desk drawer
I figured i’d talk for 30-40 minutes, then leave the rest of the time for discussion. I practiced tonight, and was done in 14 minutes.
So I’ve gone back to the drawing board. It should be MUCH closed to 16 minutes now. Did I mention that I’m not getting paid to give this presentation? And that the only benefit is getting my name out there? And that getting my name out there as an idiotic charlatan douchebag probably won’t be helpful?
I’ve been gallbladder-less for more than a year now, so you’d think I’d have learned that if I eat really rich food I’ll feel sick afterward.
Have I learned that? No, no I have not.
If you need me, I’ll be laying on the couch, eating Tums and moaning.
If the college were able to spend $3,000, we’d be able to try (operative word) to recover the data.
And if a steer had testicles it would be a bull.