\nSo the big audit is finally over. There’s a mandatory “outbrief” at 1 PM, which sounds like something vaguely dirty involving underwear that you’d see during Pride Week. However, I daresay that there will be no fit young blokes at this thing, but rather a slew of paste-eating special snowflakes* that send email of complaint using phrases like “self-appointed experts from the military-industrial corporate-lock-down security complex” with no apparent irony. Those of you who marched with the Rifles of the EUS when history was made will recognize this crowd in a second: Pre-Press.\n<\/p>\n
\n(A Ghra Mo Chroi<\/em>, I long to see the boys of the old brigade. Slainte<\/em>, lads.)\n<\/p>\n \nFortunately, since that particular show is closing, I am back to the firehouse role: sit around, wash the truck, pet the dog, and wait for something to blow up or burn down. I could really use a couple of days of complete downtime at work, not to mention a lunch hour longer than 35 minutes. See, the way I see it, if I’m an exempt employee, and I’m already there 8 to 5, a full hour for lunch and just to be away from the phone and the computer is the bare minimum required by a civilized society.\n<\/p>\n \nI have also smoked 3 whole cigars this week. However, it has been so long since I hit the cigars on a regular basis that I have permanently reverted back to the robusto size, which was my go-to ten years ago, rather than the “phone pole with a leaf around it” size of cigar that I was famous for back in the Old Dominion.\n<\/p>\n \nJust my luck, by the way, that when I cut my hair down to a 1 setting (as close to shaved without breaking out the Mach 3 as you can get), the weather suddenly turns cool and breezy and my God, it’s 62 degrees out there, are you kidding me? So much for trying to keep cool. Now I just have to avoid sunburn.\n<\/p>\n \n(I knocked down some more Black and Red last night, a.k.a. the Diamondback, a.k.a. the Darth Maul. That black-cherry cider is STRONG, but blending with Guinness cuts down the excessive sweetness without compromising the flavor. And they even sell kegs right down the road. I’m just saying.)\n<\/p>\n \nRight…time to order lunch.\n<\/p>\n