When you have a friend who is your boss, you enter a very strange dynamic of a relationship. Add in the concept of said friend being your mentor at work, guiding you around the various insanities of the office place, and your friendship often takes a sharp turn to the worst. I’m glad to say my mentor and I are still friends.
Tradition requires that I at least attempt to address the issues which require forgivness, and that I review upon the past year carefully. Still, after all this time, there are people I do not forgive.
This is not about the strike. Nope, not about baseball’s strike. Why should I care? I’ve only been a fan for my entire freakin life. Me? Baseball? Not happening- What? Well, okay, so maybe this is about baseball and the strike. Just a little.
After spending 16 hours out of 36 in airports/airplaces, I can tell you where you should really hide your bomb. And no, it’s not your shoe. (PS the title means “Don’t make fun of it! Don’t destroy it! Don’t cheapen it!”)
When your favorite ‘cult’ TV Show becomes the media’s darling, do you change the channel or keep watching?
I spent a quick 36 hours in Cleveland with my family. It was fun. We went for a hike around Horseshoe Lake.
I decided to take a walk the day before Christmas, and see what Chicago had going around.