So I was just told that I am NOBODY. It is frequently said that NOBODY is perfect. Well, you do the math!

I went to the trouble of making a nice pot of coffee this morning. Good beans and a fresh grind. Got some cream into the thermos and took off for work. Got there and my bag was soaked with cream laden coffee. About half the volume of coffee had leaked into my bag. My MP3 Player, PDA, Blood Glucose Meter, USB Memory Key, Various Papers, Security Badge, and a bunch of other stuff was soaked with coffee. What a huge mess, and just a perfect metaphor for my day: Nice pleasurable home to sloppy nasty mess at work

I had an hour long task of taking everything out of my pack and cleaning it, but now I can’t turn on my MP3 Player – I pray that it is just because it is wet and will work once dry!!!! If it doesn’t, I am going to have to find a way to tell my wife, I am buying a new MP3 Player tomorrow (and that ain’t ain't no small bit of change). I can’t live without out it. Sitting with the headphones on (and not playing) keeps some of the endless questions at bay, but I need the music to block out the conversations!!!!

Oh, my God! The conversations are awful. I can’t take it……[BANG]…..OK so my finger gun does not fire real bullets, but neither does it stop the prattle and chatter. I am going to have nightmares about kitchen tiles, children b!tching about plastic lunch-boxes, idiots trying to decide if they should go to a baseball game, random questions about basic job functions (from people who have been here long enough to know better), and a billion other conversations. The quite of the tomb allows for every little bit of conversation to travel endlessly.

[BANG]

Still didn’t work, but can’t blame a guy for trying.

When you ask someone “How’s it going?” or “How are you?” do you really want an honest answer?
If you get one what do you do with it?