Today was a good day.

You know when you have one of those days that are good, do I dare say great?

So, why is it a good day, glad you asked?

I have , OK, we have this customer who is a major pain in the ass and is a complete moron. Anyhoo, today I was able to tell him that he is a complete moron and I did without pissing everyone off in doing so. I just love it when you get to make someone look like the complete ass that they are, in public no less.

Yes, today is a good day.

The lesson to be learned here is: Don't back me into a corner and then piss me off.

So how was your day?

Comments

Me said…

Ahhh, the art of being snarky but in a way that 'works' somehow. I'm good at that!!!!!!

9:37 AM

Woodchuck said…

Meritt,

You, snarky?? I would never have seen it....

11:15 AM

WickedHamster said…

Flaming death to all your enemies!!!
(Or at least severe embarassment.)

2:57 PM

Wild cow and Druish Deities

I have been blessed with being able to drive some of the most unbelievable roads ever paved. Last week I found myself on HWY 108 in Central California. 130 Miles 26% grade 9624 at the summit 4 hours to drive this route This photo is looking west just down from the summit. I could live here with the wild cows. A lone wild cow at the 9000 foot level just making sure that nobody is speeding along.

1st car?

So, what did you drive to High School, what was your first car? Did you have a 'love of you life" car? First Car: 1953 Cadillac Coupe DeVille Cars I drove to High School: 1953 Caddillac Coupe DeVille 1962 Impala SS Convertable 1971 Corvette Convertable 1960 Austin Healy Convertable 1964 Cadillac Eldorado convertable "Love of my life" car: 1962 Impala SS Convertable 1960 Austin Healy convertable

Madison, WI.

The whole theme today was a Woodchuck and his ale. I found a nice little place in downtown Madison, WI. called the Great Dane Pub & Brewing Company. This was one of the best IPAs I've had east of the Rockies. Fun little place to go and the food was not to bad either. Traveling the Globe...ok, just the North American continent in search of the perfect pint on IPA. Hops, they are not just for breakfast anymore.

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