For those of you who have gone fishing, you know where I am today. You know, the
pre-dawn wake up, the groggy sense of being, and the realization that you are up before the sun. Only to take some helpless invertebrate and slide a metal hook throughout its whole body while this animal knew its only reason for living will fall to the black depths as you have failed to meticulously skewer its body correctly and its life will fall in vain with your hopes of catching a fish to the bottom of the lake. I guess the wake up and the groggy were more what I was talking about, but the fishing thing brought back great memories.
Anyway, I just had a piece of giordanos pizza. I thought if i was working in the city, I better start off right. I used one napkin for my bib, one for my lap, and plastic surgical gloves over my hands. I didn't want to smell like pizza on my first day, and worst yet, I didn't want to wear a piece on my shirt. What kind of a tool would show up to work on their first day with a big pizza stain. Quite professional the first impressions would be!!!
Well, off to the new world of employment again. Too bad I never cashed in on that Cobra insurance.
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