I know we’re known as polite, genteel, and courteous to a fault down here (We’re also known as backwards, inbred, and ridiculously close-minded, too. But that’s for another day, my pets), but I have to agree 100% with Mr. Happy. Maybe it’s just because I got back from a three-hour board meeting where all I did was click a f’ing button (”next slide”). Are you kidding me?!?!? I wanted to scream at the client about how they just burned 20% of my time working for them at a meeting where I didn’t say a word.
I. clicked. a. button. Oh, I clicked it good, though, y’all. I just clicked and clicked (only when it was appropriate, mind you), and then, just when the clicking and talking were just too much….I got to turn off the laptop and projector, and leave.
Anyway, I digress. The point is that that was just an entirely frustrating affair I put up with, and I haven’t eaten anything yet today, so I was in the perfect frame of mind to read this post from Mr. Happy over at That Bothers Me. Give it a read sometime. And if you don’t agree with it, join a commune in Asheville and enjoy a life of beet farming, drum circles, and pitchouli. Hippies. Always wanting to share stuff. (Sorry. Another tangent.)
Have a great weekend everyone. I’m off to purchase unnecessary (and necessary) things for the new house. Maybe I’ll buy a dog and get her an iPod.
-KS