i am having one of those sureal days where you look around your office, and hear one too many people tell you something you just f'n told them, or ask you a question you have answered 18 thousand times, and you think...fuck it. i can do with out all of this. you forget for two or three joyous seconds about the house payment, the car payments, those damn teeth your child cant seem to keep in good condition, and all that crap that goes along with being responsible. you plan your final words and exit from the building...and then you remember, you cant leave. you arent independently wealthy like your daydream escape just led you to believe...so you had better (for the time being!!) answer the damn question for the 19 thousandth time and take it in the kisser on this one. because for now, escape is not an option...but once that genius child of yours, ya the one with the teeth, makes his first million, you can kiss that corporate job goodbye...

strangely enough, i really do love my job...its just every once in a while i fear my huge head might explode if i see these 4 walls of my office for another 3 seconds...2...1...caboom...huge head has self destructed...

tomorrow is another day... thought i would throw in a picture of the happy days here at ZEC. thats a picture that will pry get us all fired eventually...mine is the face drinking from the pot of wisdom...unfortunalty didnt work.