Granted, nobody has actually said this to me today. But, given the necessary proximity, I'd imagine they would. In the stock market, we expected the demands of work to dimish once tax season ended. Alas, due to insane market conditions, there is more work than ever, which has resulted in my 60-hour work weeks.Today, I decided to get some real Vitamin-D by walking from the office to Tony Caputo's deli, which serves extremely delicious, extremely over-priced Italian food. The guy in front of me left with a small paper bag filled with exotic cheeses and sausages. His total came to $99.10. I don't think you should spend that much on something that can fit in your back pocket unless it's an iPod.
I, on the other hand, managed to find a sale on smoked seabass - $1.50 a fillet. I have eaten three of them today. And, while they are full of protein and essential fatty acids, they friggin' reek. I smell like a fishing vessel that has been loaded up to its weight, run out of gas, and left rotting in the sun.
Oh well, nobody at my office should be getting close enough to me to experience the stench anyways. If they do, it's their own fault. I do feel sorry for my wife, though. And my kids. I know as soon as I get home Emma is going to give me a hug and say, "you stink, dad!" Abbi, on the other hand, is just going to say, "something smells yucky." Good girl. She doesn't yet place blame.
Anyway, $4.50 worth of smoked seabass later, all I really want is a big bowl of fruity pebbles. I know it doesn't go along with a caveman diet, but seriously, eating Paleolithic when there are so many delicious Neolithic foods available is tough.
Enough about food. Wish me luck on the firefighter exam tomorrow. I've been at work reviewing long division and fraction multiplication. It is amazing what I have forgotten since grade school. When dividing fractions, you multiply by the inverse. Right? Shit. Better hit the books again.
