I’ve been Schmoozed
JD has tagged me as a Schmoozer. This is a good thing.
“As it goes, Good schmoozers effortlessly weave their way in and out of the blogosphere, leaving friendly trails and smiles, happily making new friends along the way. They don’t limit their visits to only the rich and successful, but spend some time to say hello to new blogs as well. They are the ones who engage others in meaningful conversations, refusing to let it end at a mere hello – all the while fostering a sense of closeness and friendship.”
Now I am suppose to tag some others.
Nah, I don’t think so!
All this tagging is making me itch.
Ah, come on dude. You can’t break the chain. That’s bad luck!
I hear Michael Jordan stuff doesn’t have tags.
No tags = no itching.
does that make you Michael Jordan.
heh.
It’s starting to smell a lot like somebody’s gotten themselves a life!!!
We can’t be having that. Snap out of it, man.
A life! Oh I remember having a life. Those were the good old days.
Right now I have a job and it includes driving to the most remote outskirts of civilization and teaching folks how to use the most state of the art software package the Commonwealth of PA has ever rolled out. This means weeks of 12 to 14 hour days after driving for 5 to 6 hours to get here. When my work is done I go find a restaurant, eat food, return to my hotel cubicle and fall asleep. I awaken and repeat.
Every once and awhile I get a few hours at my house where I am allowed to do my laundry, eat good food and then turn around an go do it again.
If I can get through the next two weeks I then am allowed a whole week of no traveling before I get to start over.