Wow talk about timing. Just today, I was sitting in my car waiting on one of my employees to show up so I could show him some things. I asked early this morning what time he was going to be there. I was told 11am, I ran a couple of errands and showed up where we were to meet at 10:55am. At 11:17am, I called him to find out where he was, no answer. I found myself screaming at the top of my lungs, inside my car. I hate to be late, and to have someone else be late.

As I drove home, I thought, I need a cigar and some beer. I however, didn't get either today, I had too many other things to do, and it was 92 degrees with 60% RH. I do feel better now though.