Five Years of Boobs and Middle Fingers!
It’s the night before New Years Eve, and in one more day 2009 will become 2010- it’s the perfect time for reflection. I had been wanting to write about something to do with five years, but as I stand in my hotel room I struggle with the math. Before long I’m having an argument with myself, out loud, trying to make sure I got my numbers right. It’s hard to remember sometimes, exactly how many kids I have, let alone their birthdays. Heck, I probably would not remember my own name if it wasn’t stamped on the side of my truck. Anyway, a fly on the wall in my hotel might have thought I’ve lost my marbles as I stood there having a verbal argument with myself. “How long have at I been at my present company? Four years. Wait? Are you sure? It can’t be that long. What was your hire date? Don’t remember other then it was the first of November. It must be four years. Is that possible? Could you really hold a job that long? Yes, I’m sure of it because next November marks five years and you score a...