April 8, 2010
I'm taking a little break at my desk to write this. My secret sin on company time. I wonder how much workforce time has been lost since the birth of the internet. I know I spend a few minutes every day just deleting all the politically rabid and/or cutie-pie emails that unnamed relatives send me, convinced the messages are right up my alley. WHERE DO THEY GET THAT IDEA?! I swear, I think I was switched at birth. Should I just tell them? I like Obama. I don't like dirty jokes. And I won't forward to ten friends.