Hate Redoing Things?

I was lost somewhere inside my mind today at work, doing my part of our current little project as the new kid (17) did his a few feet away. I have no idea how, but I suddenly got a tingle in my sixth sense that he was about to do his part backwards — another … Continue reading Hate Redoing Things?

Whether to Get Involved

A few days ago my friend informed me his wife caught him wayyy too drunk over the weekend. In his own words they had an intervention. He cried; he asked for help; she poured beer down the sink. . . The whole nine yards. I felt relieved that I could finally talk to him about … Continue reading Whether to Get Involved