Brief

I've got this idiot, jack-leg loser that sits in a cubicle right outside my office door that simply drives me CRAZY! Every flippin' thought that runs through his little pea brain has to be verbalized and he conducts all of his phone calls on the speaker phone- and I hired him! What was I thinking?

It's a beautiful spring day here; "Makes me wanna holla- hold up both ma hands"... (Marvin Gaye). I can't think of nothin' else to say.

Cap