More random thoughts

Quandary of the day: I'm sure blood STILL shouldn't be coming out of there, right?

It looks like spring has finally sprung. The sun is out and it's warm. After the pouring rains of the last couple days, this is certainly a treat. They even filled in some of those tank-trap-like potholes on the CIP last night.

I'm heading to a client today. I love this place, yet hate it. One of the brothers is a real business man, the other is a salesman. The business man does what he has to, and knows when to make adjustments. The salesman knows some stuff, and feels that things should be very cut and dry. For instance if he catches a bad vibe from a person he fires them immediately. Sometimes you have to give people a chance rather than dropping the ax with impunity. So today I know I'll get an accounting lecture, I'll be told how S-Corps are superior to everything in the business world, and told how my boss is a rude bastard. Whatever. I'll do my thing, and hopefully he won't get in my way. And I hope the bookkeeper isn't there. She's a great looking girl, a tall honey-blonde Swedish type with beautiful blue eyes. But she uses the computer that I require to do my job. My company bills $400 for my day of work there and I should get first crack as my time is more valuable.

Whatever.

Rabid Rush fans still suck. I rule. Fukkoff phukkers.

I hate the station the secretary listens to. They have one tape that they play. Everyday you can hear the same songs at the same time. You can set your watch my it. The ultimate snooze fest.

Johnny Cochran died from brain cancer yesterday. 67. Ya dead. Cya, pompous bastard.

When will the nosebleeds end? It's not like I have a coke habit or anything. Wassup wit dat?

Time to get back to work.