Author: asp

I am sick and tired of people asking the question: "Did you get my email?" Years of evolution and this is how just about everyone at work starts a conversation.…

I just wanted to remember the way I feel right now. I am sitting here in the Chicago office and I thought about a loved one and man did it…

I can't say I am anywhere near the title of this post, but I feel a bit better. This day was born from hell. I kept saying to myself that…

I really don't know. I come in to work and get into a fight with my boss. He asks for my opinion and then proceeds to argue why he should just do it his way. What the fucking am I here for? Do I really have a point? Is there a fucking general need to my existence? Christ. If you want to do something your way just fucking do it. People really don't want my input. I wish I could just sit here and do nothing, but that is not in my nature.

Well Drupal is at five oh. Cool. Arrange and rearrange and then arrange again Round and Round. Why make cents when you can make dollars? Three quarters, four pennies, and four dimes is 1.19. It is also the largest number of coins you can have without being able to make change for a dollar. The little dot above the i is called a tittle. I am not trying to be an asshole just-a-navigating through a sea of shit.