Self-pity cure

I had probably been grumbling under my breath for the entire hour I’d been up, having had to leave the house before the time I’d normally be awake. Thankfully for the sake of everyone else who had to be stuck in training with me that day, I had to wait behind the bus long enough to realize that what I was annoyed about having to do what these kids do every day.

That guy on the left apparently got all the epiphany he needed quicker than I did, since after waiting a few minutes he just drove off regardless of the order to STOP.

This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs

Well I used to say something in my profile about not quite being a “tinker, tailor, soldier, or spy” but Tom stole that for our about us page, so I guess I’ll have to find another way to express that I am a man of many interests.

Hmm, guess I just did.

My tastes run the gamut from sophomoric to Shakespeare and in my “professional” life I’ve sold things, served beer, written software, and carried heavy objects… sometimes at the same place. It’s that range of loves and activities that makes it so easy for me to love DC – we’ve got it all.


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