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No cook I

The face of the business in which I work now has changed dramatically over the past ten years.  In my industry, they used to jam everyone together in an office at these round pod situations, with six people working around each pod.  Yes, I worked in a pie slice.  It's okay that they did this to us as it was also difficult to speak to someone on the other side of the pod.  The company for which I worked should have had the motto, "Lose, lose, suckas!"  (In fact, if they trotted that motto out now, it would be a perfect fit, y'all.)  Everyone was all up in the business of everyone else.  There were quiet people and annoying people and voices that carried and voices that could have been on the radio.  There were singers and people who requested songs of the singers and those who silently wished the singers would just shut it.  There were two of us who liked to one-up each other in giving each other the finger.  That last one would be to...

You tell me

To clarify, if someone says, "I didn't have to do it," then it's not an emergency.  An emergency means it has to be done, attention must be given promptly.  "I didn't have to do it," means that someone is either crazy or a liar.  Guess who and guess which?

The bravest man in America

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Across from the library on State Street, there's a bus shelter with a picture enticing hockey fans to buy Blackhawks tickets.  It's a very good picture of the crowd going crazy, the fans on their feet, cheering and applauding, celebrating a point scored or a game won.  Everyone is delighted but the two gentlemen in front and to the left are especially enthusiastic.  The man in left?  In the red shirt and white pants?  The bravest man in America. YES!  They scored (or something)! The man in red?  The bravest man in America!  (And someone get the kid ear protection.)

Super Bowl Fifty-something

Due to a bad call at the end of the Rams-Saints game that would send one or the other to Super Bowl, the Rams are going to the Super Bowl against He of the Deflated Balls, Tom Brady, and the Patriots.  Someone asked me if I would watch the game.   I said I might have if it were a contest between two stellar QBs, Drew Brees of the Saints and Mr. Deflated Balls.  I said now, meh, who cares but please, god, let Tom Brady lose.  I am sick to death of Tom Brady.  I said I might watch Gladys Knight sing the Star Spangled Banner (because she's from Detroit and so am I).  I said I might watch Maroon Five because there were rumored to be many guest artists, but I didn't really care.  Bottom line, meh. But the NY Times, beloved to me, had a great article that explains all sports.  Enjoy and remember -- I don't care if the LA Rams win but I do not want the New England Patriots to win at all. https://nyti.ms/2UwH9gH