Now every day is a vacation day. Good.

I remember like it was yesterday:

One day last April, I walked into Tarzjay with little direction (just made up that spelling, because quite frankly I have no idea how else you would spell it, other than ‘Target’. Stfu.). (Great, now I’ve gone off storyline and the entire flow of this is wrong. I need to start over. *Ahem*)

I remember like it was yesterday:

One day last April, I walked into Tarzjay with little direction, and walked out with freedom.

Freedom from The Man. Freedom from responsibility. Freedom from everything life sucks at.

Dear, friends - I walked out with the v-neck undershirt, and I’ve never felt better.

Long gone are the days of crew-neck undershirts while at work. Long gone are the wantings to rip off my shirt Hulk-style and smash it to bits while screaming loudly.

Long gone is the shackle around my neck.

Hooray, I say. Hooray – hooray – hooray.

I am free… I am free… I am free.

(Now work is more like a non-work day, except that I still have to go into the office, but still do similar things to when it’s a non-work day, per usual. Good.)

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OoO (<--- Not an Owl)

In case you can’t tell, that’s short for Out of Office. Although, it looks like an owl to me, so I won’t blame you if you came into this thinking it would be about an owl. Perhaps one I came across in the dark of night? One that was sitting on a limb hooting away being all owl-like? Perhaps it swooped down and came at me like a, well, an owl? Nope. No owls here. Move along – nothing to see.

I’m heading out of town for the weekend, skiing in Steamboat Springs.

You should check it out sometime.

Actually, no… no you shouldn’t. We don’t need any more traffic on I-70.

So… go to a beach state instead? Or the Ozarks? Or the Pacific Northwest?

Yes, they all sound to be lovely options.

Thanks for your understanding. Have a good weekend.

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Listening to questionable radio stations while at work

Today at lunch I decided to check and see if there is a BlackBerry app for Sirius radio. Sure enough, there is. And let me tell you… it’s the best. My workplace experience has now been revolutionized. I thought it was great to be able to listen to my iPod all day long, but now I can listen to my favorite music and talk radio from Sirius while at work.

One thing that may become a distraction is Playboy Radio. I didn’t think it would be available, but it is. For those of you who don’t know what the station is about, don’t let your mind wander too far – it’s not as bad as you may think…

You see, I don’t ever listen to Playboy Radio, it’s just never on my radar. When I get in my car, Octane 20 is always on. If I change the channel, it goes to Alt Nation 21. Patriot Radio is frequented during my lunchtime in the Jeep, and the news stations come on during commercials. But right now on my BlackBerry while at work, it seems the only interesting channel is Playboy Radio.

As strange as that may seem, here’s a short description of what it’s all about: it’s talk radio with colorful hosts, guests, and discussions about random subjects as listeners call in to ask questions and make different points, typically of adult nature. Granted, although the language is far from PG-13, it’s not even close to being a verbal description of an adult film. Think the articles throughout a newsstand edition of Playboy… that’s Playboy Radio.

If you thought you enjoyed your morning wake-up show on terrestrial radio, you have no idea what you’re missing with satellite radio. Think it’s not worth the few dollars a month? You’re probably wrong: no static, commercial-free music, big-name shows, and a constant channel on every road trip regardless of how many state lines you cross. Add in the ability to listen online, and now from your phone… even while at work! Think about it. Trust me, it’s worth it.

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