Tuesday

I've given up trying for the clever titles. Over and over and over again. It's just too much. Until I am sufficiently inspired, the days of the week will do.

As you can see, I've slacked some. I come home at night and read and sleep. Though, last night I did laundry, read and slept. It seems the only time the hotel washing machines are available is when I get home. Nothing like laundry at 2a.m. Though, I now have two weeks worth of clean everything.

No NASCAR this weekend. Well, not a race. Rain in eastern Alabama. And the next two or three weeks are Saturday night races... I'm not working Sunday. Alas, my nascent obsession will have to fester unsoothed for a few weeks.

Photos. I've gotten three or so up on Flickr. I'll try to remember to post them tonight/tomorrow. Work calls and I must answer in a punctual way.

I do still enjoy my job, FYI. The boss lady aspect is growing more difficult. Motiviating people and figuring out how to help them improve their performance is a lot more difficult that sitting there in my cube thinking the slacker behind me should be asked to take a hike.

Someone called me their manager last night. It felt weird.