Look, I get it. Some people just like having really bright headlights. Other people treat an email like a hot potato, replying as quickly as they can, and often at the expense of actually 'replying' to the email. There are always just going to be people like that sharing this planet with us. They almost can't help being who they are. It's just in their nature. I still don't want to hang out with them, but I can't exactly get mad at a leopard for having spots.
That's why, in many ways, this next one is even more tragic. Because this one seems completely avoidable. Completely under the banner of conscious decision. And the fact that a person would actually choose to act this way boggles the mind.
I am, of course, referring to the guy that says 'yes' when invited, but always backs out at the last second.
Sure, everyone has had something come up at the last minute that they just had to deal with or couldn't get out of. That's a legitimate situation that we all will probably face at some point in our lives. No, I'm referring to the guy that gets 'the reputation'. The guy that when the hostess says 'your reservation said table for six, are we still waiting on one more?' and you mutter under your breath 'no, that was for Chris, he won't be joining us…' the whole table just sort of nods knowingly.
And that's the most telling part, that no one even questions it. Everyone at that table has been burned by this same person too many times. They certainly aren't surprised by it. If anything, they were almost expecting it. And I just don't understand how a person could let a reputation like that get so bad. I mean, most times they have to know right at the initial invite whether or not they want to be there, right? So, why feign interest? Once or twice, sure. But enough to get 'the reputation'? I just don't get it.
I guess it's a classic case of delaying the unpleasant. Of not worrying about something until later. It's drinking on a work night, knowing that it's going to suck in the morning, but still not holding back. It's putting that new television on your credit card, and worrying about how you're going to pay it off later.
Here's how it must work - I mean, I can really only guess, but this is the theory that I've formed based on a few factors:
Factor 1: Invitations are usually in person. You're looking them right in the eye, they can see the excitement on your face, and hear the anticipation in your voice. They know that by saying 'no' that they'll have to deal with seeing all that excitement turn into disappointment and maybe even sadness. Plus they might have to deal with some nagging as you try to convince them that they should come. Then they'll have to make up an excuse as to why they can't. By simply saying 'yes', they not only get to avoid all that, but they also get to pretend to share in your excitement. Then, when they bail at the last second, it's almost always over the phone or via text (or worst of all, simply not showing up). So, even though the look on your face is even more disappointed as they're bailing at the last second, they aren't there to see it.
Factor 2: Nobody wants to be lame. Being universally loved is pretty much the holy grail for most people. So, saying 'yes' to everything might somehow make it seem like they're the anti-lame: the guy that's always up for anything and everything. The problem is that this pretty much only works out that way in their own mind. In reality, once they get 'the reputation', in the minds of their friends, they've become much more lame than the guy that sits at home on a Friday night, watching American Idol in his underwear before going to bed at 9:30.
Factor 3: Everybody wants to be wanted. Sure, even if you don't want to be there, it still feels good to know that people want you to be there. And everyone knows, that if they get invited to something 9 times, and they say 'no' 9 times, chances are they aren't going to get the invite on the 10th time. And it makes sense, I mean, if they say 'no' to the bar 10 times, people are just going to assume that they don't like going to the bar. Which of course means that people are going to stop inviting them to the bar. But they still want to be asked. Part of them likes knowing that you want them to be there. That you think that your evening will be improved by their presence. It's one of the few proofs they have in life that people don't think that they're an asshole. No one wants to spend their time with an asshole, therefore by being invited out, they must not be one.
Which all ties into the biggest factor of them all, Factor 4: Obliviousness. I mean, they've got to be, right? If they knew how much less respected they were for bailing last second than they would have been for just taking a pass at the initial invite, there's no way they would do it. The ultimate irony of course being that by getting an invite - proof that their friends must not consider them to be an asshole - only to bail at the last second, they have become just that. In fact, it might even be worse. Not only do they not realize that they've pulled a huge douche move, they might actually think that they're coming out ahead. That people somehow think that it's cool that they always say 'yes', and quickly forget when they bail last second. That somehow they'll be remembered as having been there, that people might not know that they bailed, and just assume that they were there.
Unfortunately for them, that sort of revisionist history never actually occurs. At the end of the day, once they get 'the reputation', all people really start thinking about is how much they just can't hang out with that guy anymore.
Friday, July 20, 2012
Friday, July 13, 2012
People That I Can't Hang Out With (Part II)
From: Random Co-Worker
Date: July 13, 2012 4:52pm
To: Travis
Subject: Presentation
I need a picture that will fit on a screen that will play during the event. Thanks.
Sincerely,
Your Co-Worker
From: Travis
Date: July 13, 2012 4:53pm
To: Random Co-Worker
Subject: Re: Presentation
Which picture do you need? Can you send it to me? What event is this for, and when does it need to be done by? What sort of screen will it play on, standard or high definition, widescreen or 4x3?
-Travis-
From: Random Co-Worker
Date: July 13, 2012 4:55pm
To: Travis
Subject: Re: Re: Presentation
Yes. Thanks
From: Travis
Date: July 13, 2012 4:56pm
To: Random Co-Worker
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
Hey, sorry for the confusion, but you didn't really answer my questions there...
From: Random Co-Worker
Date: July 13, 2012 4:59pm
To: Travis
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
Haha. Oops! I need a picture that will fit on a screen to play during the event. Hope that's a little more clear. Thanks
From: Travis
Date: July 13, 2012 5:00pm
To: Random Co-Worker
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
Hey, I sort of work on stuff for every department, so I'm not really familiar with the specific project that you're working on right now. I understand that it's what you're living and breathing every second right now, but I honestly have no idea what this is even for, so I can't really figure out what pictures you need and where to find them. Just a little clarification would be great. Thanks
From: Random Co-Worker
Date: July 13, 2012 5:05pm
To: Travis
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
Look, no need to be rude. You could have just asked. I'm sorry that your SO busy that you can't be bothered with my "stupid project" when you have SO much more important stuff to be working on. I'll just try to do it myself.
From: Travis
Date: July 13, 2012 5:06pm
To: Random Co-Worker
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
Sorry, I wasn't trying to be rude. I just needed a little more information. Please just forward me the picture, tell me what kind of background you want it on, and what dimensions it will be played at, and I'll get it to you as soon as possible.
From: Random Co-Worker
Date: July 13, 2012 5:10pm
To: Travis
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
Thanks
[attachment_20x20_pixels.jpg]
From: Travis
Date: July 13, 2012 5:11pm
To: Random Co-Worker
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
Hey, do you have a better resolution picture? The one you attached was pretty low res and would look horrible blown up to fill a screen during a video presentation. Also, are there any other elements to this video, or just the picture? How long does it play for? Do you need it as a digital file on a USB stick, or as rendered video on a DVD or Blu-Ray?
From: Random Co-Worker
Date: July 13, 2012 5:15pm
To: Travis
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
Yes
[attachment_40x40_pixels.jpg]
From: Travis
Date: July 13, 2012 5:25pm
To: Random Co-Worker
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
Ok, I guess that will have to do. It's still pretty low res, but I did my best to make it look decent scaled up to video resolution. Based on the information given, here's what I was able to put together.
[attachment_video_proof.mov]
From: Random Co-Worker
Date: July 13, 2012 5:27pm
To: Travis
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
Why is the video only 10 seconds long? It needs to fill a 5 minute presentation. And I needed it on a blue background with the company logo in the bottom left corner. Where is the music I requested to have playing?
From: Travis
Date: July 13, 2012 5:28pm
To: Random Co-Worker
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
Sorry, I'll make that background change. As for music, I don't think I recieved a request for that, but if you let me know which song, I can easily add it. As for the length, a single image on screen for 5 minutes is a little tedious. If you have other images, I can add them to the video to extend the length.
From: Random Co-Worker
Date: July 13, 2012 5:30pm
To: Travis
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
I don't have any, why don't you just find some for me? 100 or so should make for a better video, thanks for that advice. By the way, this video is going to play for the CEO of the company in 15 minutes.
From: Travis
Date: July 13, 2012 5:41pm
To: Random Co-Worker
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
I can't believe I was able to actually meet that deadline… that's the fastest I've ever worked in my life. Here's the video. Good luck on the presentation!
[attachment_video_final.mov]
From: Random Co-Worker
Date: July 13, 2012 5:42pm
To: Travis
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
That's it? I mean, I was kind of hoping for something that looked like the opening credits sequence from that show I saw on TV that one time.
From: Travis
Date: July 13, 2012 5:43pm
To: Random Co-Worker
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
Sorry, that type of work takes days/weeks/months to complete. Honestly, that's the best I could do in the timelines given, and with no real direction. Plus, it actually ended up being a pretty good video, if I do say so myself, and all things considered…
From: Random Co-Worker
Date: July 13, 2012 5:44pm
To: Travis
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
Nah, I don't like it. I'll figure something else out. Maybe a powerpoint slide with a bunch of MS Word clip art scattered at random on the screen. Ya. That'll have to do. Thanks for nothing
And that's why, Co-Worker-that-never-answers-all-the-questions-you-have-for-them-in-an-email-but-still-expects-everything-done-a-very-specific-way, you are a person that I can never hang out with.
Date: July 13, 2012 4:52pm
To: Travis
Subject: Presentation
I need a picture that will fit on a screen that will play during the event. Thanks.
Sincerely,
Your Co-Worker
From: Travis
Date: July 13, 2012 4:53pm
To: Random Co-Worker
Subject: Re: Presentation
Which picture do you need? Can you send it to me? What event is this for, and when does it need to be done by? What sort of screen will it play on, standard or high definition, widescreen or 4x3?
-Travis-
From: Random Co-Worker
Date: July 13, 2012 4:55pm
To: Travis
Subject: Re: Re: Presentation
Yes. Thanks
From: Travis
Date: July 13, 2012 4:56pm
To: Random Co-Worker
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
Hey, sorry for the confusion, but you didn't really answer my questions there...
From: Random Co-Worker
Date: July 13, 2012 4:59pm
To: Travis
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
Haha. Oops! I need a picture that will fit on a screen to play during the event. Hope that's a little more clear. Thanks
From: Travis
Date: July 13, 2012 5:00pm
To: Random Co-Worker
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
Hey, I sort of work on stuff for every department, so I'm not really familiar with the specific project that you're working on right now. I understand that it's what you're living and breathing every second right now, but I honestly have no idea what this is even for, so I can't really figure out what pictures you need and where to find them. Just a little clarification would be great. Thanks
From: Random Co-Worker
Date: July 13, 2012 5:05pm
To: Travis
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
Look, no need to be rude. You could have just asked. I'm sorry that your SO busy that you can't be bothered with my "stupid project" when you have SO much more important stuff to be working on. I'll just try to do it myself.
From: Travis
Date: July 13, 2012 5:06pm
To: Random Co-Worker
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
Sorry, I wasn't trying to be rude. I just needed a little more information. Please just forward me the picture, tell me what kind of background you want it on, and what dimensions it will be played at, and I'll get it to you as soon as possible.
From: Random Co-Worker
Date: July 13, 2012 5:10pm
To: Travis
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
Thanks
[attachment_20x20_pixels.jpg]
From: Travis
Date: July 13, 2012 5:11pm
To: Random Co-Worker
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
Hey, do you have a better resolution picture? The one you attached was pretty low res and would look horrible blown up to fill a screen during a video presentation. Also, are there any other elements to this video, or just the picture? How long does it play for? Do you need it as a digital file on a USB stick, or as rendered video on a DVD or Blu-Ray?
From: Random Co-Worker
Date: July 13, 2012 5:15pm
To: Travis
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
Yes
[attachment_40x40_pixels.jpg]
From: Travis
Date: July 13, 2012 5:25pm
To: Random Co-Worker
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
Ok, I guess that will have to do. It's still pretty low res, but I did my best to make it look decent scaled up to video resolution. Based on the information given, here's what I was able to put together.
[attachment_video_proof.mov]
From: Random Co-Worker
Date: July 13, 2012 5:27pm
To: Travis
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
Why is the video only 10 seconds long? It needs to fill a 5 minute presentation. And I needed it on a blue background with the company logo in the bottom left corner. Where is the music I requested to have playing?
From: Travis
Date: July 13, 2012 5:28pm
To: Random Co-Worker
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
Sorry, I'll make that background change. As for music, I don't think I recieved a request for that, but if you let me know which song, I can easily add it. As for the length, a single image on screen for 5 minutes is a little tedious. If you have other images, I can add them to the video to extend the length.
From: Random Co-Worker
Date: July 13, 2012 5:30pm
To: Travis
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
I don't have any, why don't you just find some for me? 100 or so should make for a better video, thanks for that advice. By the way, this video is going to play for the CEO of the company in 15 minutes.
From: Travis
Date: July 13, 2012 5:41pm
To: Random Co-Worker
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
I can't believe I was able to actually meet that deadline… that's the fastest I've ever worked in my life. Here's the video. Good luck on the presentation!
[attachment_video_final.mov]
From: Random Co-Worker
Date: July 13, 2012 5:42pm
To: Travis
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
That's it? I mean, I was kind of hoping for something that looked like the opening credits sequence from that show I saw on TV that one time.
From: Travis
Date: July 13, 2012 5:43pm
To: Random Co-Worker
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
Sorry, that type of work takes days/weeks/months to complete. Honestly, that's the best I could do in the timelines given, and with no real direction. Plus, it actually ended up being a pretty good video, if I do say so myself, and all things considered…
From: Random Co-Worker
Date: July 13, 2012 5:44pm
To: Travis
Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Presentation
Nah, I don't like it. I'll figure something else out. Maybe a powerpoint slide with a bunch of MS Word clip art scattered at random on the screen. Ya. That'll have to do. Thanks for nothing
And that's why, Co-Worker-that-never-answers-all-the-questions-you-have-for-them-in-an-email-but-still-expects-everything-done-a-very-specific-way, you are a person that I can never hang out with.
Friday, July 6, 2012
People That I Can't Hang Out With (Part I)
You know the scenario. You're driving down the highway late at night, just trying to make it home before an uncontrollable need for sleep overtakes you. When suddenly a truck crests the hill in front of you, traveling in the opposite direction. Oh, but this is no ordinary truck. No, this one bathes you in a powerful white light, so powerful that you swear you might be starring right into the Sun itself. You quickly shield your eyes and try not to swerve into the ditch. You paw frantically at the visor overhead, hoping that lowering it will provide some form of relief, and maybe even allow you to return both hands to the steering wheel. Not that safety is even a possibility anymore - no matter which direction you look all you see now are giant white blurs where your vision used to be. You wonder for a moment if the damage might be permanent. If your little rods and cones might have been subjected to a permanent and unrepairable harm. Then, of course, you chuckle to yourself for having used the term 'little rods'.
But this is no joke. Far from it. In fact, you're about to make the biggest mistake of them all. Surely this other vehicle has made a simple error, you think to yourself, and it can all be resolved with one quick gesture. That's right, you reach over and give him a quick flick of your high beams, just to let him know that he has accidentally left his on. You're not trying to be rude. He just forgot to flick his off when he came over the hill, and your friendly reminder will let him know.
Oh, but you couldn't be more wrong.
Unbeknownst to you, this is the exact moment that he's been waiting for. The mistake that he was secretly hoping you would make from the moment he bought those Xenon High Intensity Discharge (go ahead and giggle again…) super-duty, aircraft-landing-gear spec bulbs at the store. The moment that gives him more joy than anything else in the world. You see, now he gets to reveal the truth. Those were his low beams. And, as punishment for your insolence, you get to feel the wrath of the two-headed monster that he calls head lights. He gladly reigns it down upon you: the full brunt of that Xenon fury. The light of a thousand cars combined. You recoil in fear. Your face melting like one of the Nazi's at the end of Raiders of the Lost Art when they opened the Ark of the Covenant. You pray for it to end quickly, for a return to the low beams that - although annoying - were far more bearable then the hellish glare that you are currently meant to endure.
But that relief does not come. The high beams remain on. You are made to suffer every last second of it. To pay the full price for even suggesting that his meagre low beams could in fact be his high beams. As you cower in your driver's seat, begging for sweet relief, he sit's high in his captain's chair, surveying the breadth of his power with a smirk. As your vehicles pass by one another, he catches a quick glimpse of your squint and his lips curl into a full-fledged grin. His actions have been justified, his manhood reaffirmed. He strokes his Ed Hardy shirt lovingly and attempts his best Oppenheimer impression, smugly declaring to himself:
"I am become death, the destroyer of worlds."
As if he were no longer behind the wheel of his truck at all, but rather standing in the dirt at Trinity, watching the mushroom cloud of the world's first nuclear bomb slowly dissipate. Only Oppenheimer said it with a sense apprehension - an understanding of the full gravity that the ramifications of this power might yield. The destruction that he had just unleashed upon the world. Unfortunately, the man in the truck feels none of this. Instead, he feels proud. Superior. Omnipotent. He welds the brightest head lights in all the free world, and the mere mortals that dare face him will all eventually kneel before them.
But the moment has now passed. And that's all that it was: a moment. In your rear view mirror, his truck disappears into the night, searching for it's next victim. Slowly you begin to regain what remains of your vision. And, as the world draws back into focus, all you can do is smile, content in the realization that you're not him. That you'll never be him. That you're better than him. He'll never understand. Never consider for a second that he was the lesser man in that interaction. But that's ok. You know the unspoken contract that exists between men. The underlying agreement upon which all of society is founded. That one man should not seek to better himself if it is to the detriment of others. Sure, he can see further down the road at night. But at what cost? His ability to see is more important than yours. More important than everyone's. And he will let us lesser men know about it each and every time that we have the gall to suggest otherwise with a quick flash of our brights.
He could never accept the dull, yellow head lights that we all agreed were a reasonable compromise for every person sharing the road. But that's why we're a different breed. We would never put ourselves above our fellow man like that. And that is why we can live along side each other as equals. Because we understand the effects that our actions have on one another. We are willing to compromise so that the world is a better place for everyone, not just ourselves. And that is why the guy that not only buys extra bright headlights, but also wears them as a badge of honour, is a person that not only deserves our scorn, but also our pity.
But it's also why he's a person that I can never hang out with.
But this is no joke. Far from it. In fact, you're about to make the biggest mistake of them all. Surely this other vehicle has made a simple error, you think to yourself, and it can all be resolved with one quick gesture. That's right, you reach over and give him a quick flick of your high beams, just to let him know that he has accidentally left his on. You're not trying to be rude. He just forgot to flick his off when he came over the hill, and your friendly reminder will let him know.
Oh, but you couldn't be more wrong.
Unbeknownst to you, this is the exact moment that he's been waiting for. The mistake that he was secretly hoping you would make from the moment he bought those Xenon High Intensity Discharge (go ahead and giggle again…) super-duty, aircraft-landing-gear spec bulbs at the store. The moment that gives him more joy than anything else in the world. You see, now he gets to reveal the truth. Those were his low beams. And, as punishment for your insolence, you get to feel the wrath of the two-headed monster that he calls head lights. He gladly reigns it down upon you: the full brunt of that Xenon fury. The light of a thousand cars combined. You recoil in fear. Your face melting like one of the Nazi's at the end of Raiders of the Lost Art when they opened the Ark of the Covenant. You pray for it to end quickly, for a return to the low beams that - although annoying - were far more bearable then the hellish glare that you are currently meant to endure.
But that relief does not come. The high beams remain on. You are made to suffer every last second of it. To pay the full price for even suggesting that his meagre low beams could in fact be his high beams. As you cower in your driver's seat, begging for sweet relief, he sit's high in his captain's chair, surveying the breadth of his power with a smirk. As your vehicles pass by one another, he catches a quick glimpse of your squint and his lips curl into a full-fledged grin. His actions have been justified, his manhood reaffirmed. He strokes his Ed Hardy shirt lovingly and attempts his best Oppenheimer impression, smugly declaring to himself:
"I am become death, the destroyer of worlds."
As if he were no longer behind the wheel of his truck at all, but rather standing in the dirt at Trinity, watching the mushroom cloud of the world's first nuclear bomb slowly dissipate. Only Oppenheimer said it with a sense apprehension - an understanding of the full gravity that the ramifications of this power might yield. The destruction that he had just unleashed upon the world. Unfortunately, the man in the truck feels none of this. Instead, he feels proud. Superior. Omnipotent. He welds the brightest head lights in all the free world, and the mere mortals that dare face him will all eventually kneel before them.
But the moment has now passed. And that's all that it was: a moment. In your rear view mirror, his truck disappears into the night, searching for it's next victim. Slowly you begin to regain what remains of your vision. And, as the world draws back into focus, all you can do is smile, content in the realization that you're not him. That you'll never be him. That you're better than him. He'll never understand. Never consider for a second that he was the lesser man in that interaction. But that's ok. You know the unspoken contract that exists between men. The underlying agreement upon which all of society is founded. That one man should not seek to better himself if it is to the detriment of others. Sure, he can see further down the road at night. But at what cost? His ability to see is more important than yours. More important than everyone's. And he will let us lesser men know about it each and every time that we have the gall to suggest otherwise with a quick flash of our brights.
He could never accept the dull, yellow head lights that we all agreed were a reasonable compromise for every person sharing the road. But that's why we're a different breed. We would never put ourselves above our fellow man like that. And that is why we can live along side each other as equals. Because we understand the effects that our actions have on one another. We are willing to compromise so that the world is a better place for everyone, not just ourselves. And that is why the guy that not only buys extra bright headlights, but also wears them as a badge of honour, is a person that not only deserves our scorn, but also our pity.
But it's also why he's a person that I can never hang out with.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Oh ya... the Blog. Oops...
I must apologize for the shabby blogging that I've been doing lately. Or not doing, as it were. Basically, I had a coupe weeks in a row where I ended up having to type long, intense emails to people, that I ended up putting a ton of effort and energy into. Then, by the time Friday rolled around, it already felt like I had maxed out my writing threshold for the week. Sure, I could have forced myself to spit out a few words, but really, at that point the blog would have become more like homework than an enjoyable hobby, and I just didn't want to cross into that territory. So, I kind of took June off. Sorry, I had pretty much made the decision to skip it for the full month before it was even half over, and I suppose I could/should have given you a head's up.
Regardless, it's been a nice little vacation, but I think I'm ready to come back. So, mark it on your calendar, folks. Next week will mark my triumphant return! Feel free to wet you pants in anticipation…
Regardless, it's been a nice little vacation, but I think I'm ready to come back. So, mark it on your calendar, folks. Next week will mark my triumphant return! Feel free to wet you pants in anticipation…
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