This Coffee Tastes Awful

Well, what to say? I'm listening to some Ziggy Marley right now. The notion struck me last night before heading into work, and hell, why not? How about a little reggaeton to uplift the spirits? Personally, I'm all about it this morning. Near as I can tell, my opinion still is and will continue to be indefinitely, the only one that matters in this world. Good luck to all of those would-be contenders.

Work. Work is going surprisingly well. I'm finishing up my purgatorial sentence on graveyards and heading back to my original swing shifts next month. For this I am incredibly grateful. I miss the sun. I miss seeing people. Mostly, I miss the place I used to go for lunch all the time. Costa Vida, it's rad. I would kill for some right now. Sad? Probably. But I don't care. Give me enchiladas or give me just one... enchilada. Whatever. In addition to the shift change I'm also up for review. Year end reviews this time around mean contention for the lead man shifts that will be inevitable once our new building is approved by intel. So far I've got a great monthly review, and as it turns out, my versatility has proven me to be an essential member on an a very commodity-heavy team. I'm crossing my fingers for the next 3 months.

That's about it for me. This coffee is still awful. I'm jettin'.