"I've got you, under my skin."

9:59 my dudes and dudettes, this will be my final posting before leaving with the lovely Brook for Columbia, the District of. You will most likely not hear from me again until I deliver the vacation summation, unless of course internet and time make themselves readily available to me during said trip. Just a couple of quick hitters today.

So, I really don't care for my job. The only thought that gets me through some days is the knowledge I cannot, in fact, live forever. The satisfaction coming from that knowledge being my life here at this job can't last forever, whether the end be my choice or mother nature's.

It's sort of like Peter in Office Space. If you see me at work, that particular day, or least those 8-10 consecutive hours, will probably be...generally speaking...the worst of my entire life.

Okay, that really wasn't the point to this blog however. I saw this little nugget in the news. At the ass end of last month a woman in North Carolina died....of flesh eating bacteria! Seems she worked in a nursing home, where she jammed her thumb on a wheelchair. Three days later....three days!....she was pushing up daisies.

I'm sorry, but when exactly did this country/world revert back to the dark ages? What's that you say? November 2000? Interesting.....

"I stand guilty as FRAMED!"

JeffRey