Throwing Poo

After four consecutive 14-hour days sitting in meetings, I'm parked on a bench in LAX waiting to take the red-eye home to Cleveland.  Normally, this would be the time when I begin ranting about the excruciating nonsense that I've been forced to endure over the past few days.  Not today, bitches.

As of tomorrow morning, Nerdy Squirrel, Esq. and I are going on vacation.  We are headed to Saba - a tiny island in the Caribbean that was the location for Peter Jackson's "King Kong" - to drink rum and accelerate our melanoma.  As such, I could give a fuck about anything...except maybe an on-time departure.

So instead of griping, I'm going to write about an extremely pleasant work moment this week. 

On Thursday morning, the biggest, most self-important tool in my organization gave an hour-long presentation about the incredibly fantastic work he is doing, despite his disability - having a perfectly round and disproportionately large head.  

Why, you ask, would this make me happy?  During his entire presentation, a huge chunk of his awful comb-over was jutting off the side of his pumpkin-shaped cranium.  How he hadn't noticed the catastrophic flaw in his Flock-Of-Aging-Seagulls hairdo was unknowable; probably an act of God.  It looked like the single, splintered horn on a bloated demon in a bad suit.  And it made me happy.

That's it.  I'll try to write when I'm on vacation, but I might be preoccupied battling giant gorillas and, hopefully, molesting blonde starlets.

So long, suckers.