Weird Upon Weird, Squared

There are times when I wish that I could blog candidly and in detail about work, that it wasn't prudent to shut my mouth, still my fingers.



Today is one of those days. The story gets so weird, you probably wouldn't believe it anyway, but still. Pout. Well, as I told my mother, I'll hang in this job as long as I can laugh about how crazy-weird it is, and when I can no longer laugh, I'll leave.

So far, I'm still laughing. Ha, ha.