For Cryin' Out Loud

I'm not the biggest whiner at my house. Close, but not quite the biggest.

Yet, as I leave for work everyday, I whine. What's with that?

It could be that I'm just sick of hearing the F-word so frequently as a noun, a verb, an adjective, etc. Seems a little overused within my earshot.

It could also be the sheer number of ignorant people I have to work with. (Please let me qualify that -- by ignorant I mean simply that they don't now or ever will understand why a video project doesn't seem to fit into a standard rush job time line.)

It might just be that I'm A.D.D. and boredom hits my cubical at about 8:23 am each day and the rest is torture.

But, alas... I'm pretty sure it's that I'm not in my strike zone (as the consultants would say).

Going to my Society of American Magicians Assembly meeting in a few minutes. I can hardly wait. Getting to go do magic stuff is the best part of my day.

For cryin' out loud...