Eat the left-overs until the wheels fall off.

Does anyone really like their job?  . . . really? Or, does it just make more sense to be sitting on a white sandy beach while being served cocktails and eating oysters? Many of you know where I work and what I do. Others I’ve told, but they just can’t remember. Yet there remains a few, I think, that just don’t have any clue as to what … Continue reading Eat the left-overs until the wheels fall off.