It’s funny how you come into work on Friday…and the same conversations are taking place. For instance, the whole “It’s Friday” thing is universal. Everybody, everywhere, makes it a point to tell someone else that it’s Friday…even though calendars everywhere tell them this secret information. Then there are the, “Who got cut on Survivor/Apprentice last night?” A couple ladies were standing by the front door to the office discussing The Donald’s latest season of ambitious young people. It’s going to be an interesting one, that’s for sure. And Donald isn’t pulling his punches. I’d like to see who makes it to the end. I’m glad that Melissa chick is gone, even though she was one of my peeps.

On a totally unrelated note, I would like to think that my mom raised me right. But when I start traipsing mud all over the office, you start to think twice about this. I maintain that it is not my fault, however, being that I’m not allowed to park in the parking lot and have to hike through the mud to get to the office. And the picture I paint is so dramatic…because it’s just a little hill of mud I have to hike. But it sounds more interesting that way. I’ve been parking on the street, which means I cut through this little path to get to the building. Very short. Only a few steps. But in those few steps, my shoes get muddy. I try stomping my feet or scraping against the sidewalk, but that doesn’t seem to be that effective. But when I look at the mud I tracked in, I can’t help but feel a little guilty.

Oh well. :)

But I did walk a few extra steps this morning so I wouldn’t have to walk through the mud. Needless to say, I think my efforts are worth it as there was no muddy mess tracked in. I’m the man.