Personal Log: Scott Rick

And I do. For instance, right now I have to deal with one particular client who insists on sending her stuff in at the last second. In fact, two weeks late, if you want to get really down to the nitty-gritty. And they never seem very helpful. The world would be a much better place without clients. And bosses. Except on raise-day.

And while I'm complaining, I really don't like insurance companies either.

Oh well.

I'm not really sure why I called this 'blog "Work, Home and School," since I don't go to school right now. Maybe I'll get back in some day, but for the time being I'm stuck where I am. Oh well. C'est la vie (and they said I didn't know French!).

In case you're a philosophy student and you think they're lying about not finding a job in philosophy: they aren't. It's the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help someone who believes in God. Le sigh (see? More French! )

Oh well. Gotta head out; almost lunch time. Maybe next time I'll say something about role playing or something else deep and philosophical (like belly-button lint or... or...)

Wow, I've never had a blog before, and now I have two. Or, if I want to be really precise, I have one and Solan has one. But since I'm Solan, I guess that means I have two. Odd thing, that. And here they always said you couldn't be two people at the same time. (Tell that to Sybil!)

Anyway, I've never had a weblog before and now I have two. And nothing interesting to say. How terrible is that? I guess I could go into a detailed listing of my life -- born in a barn on a cold winter day, raised with the chickens and the hens, etc. Except it would probably end up being one gigantic fabrication, so what the hell, who cares right?

Right.

Right. So. Ah, in the interest of saving us all from some boring lecture I'm going to put the breaks on here until I can write something more interesting than 'Dirty socks smell funky.' Have a day.