The Art of the Double Standard

I follow myself around. I know more about what I do than I know about anybody else. I know more about what I think than I know about anybody else. It’s almost as if I can read my mind.

Errors and Scheduling

My coworkers look like humans. Sometimes that fools me into thinking that they are humans and I accidentally treat them that way instead of thinking of them as drones working their way up in the system. That is, I tell them what I think instead of filtering my thoughts through the lens of my employer’s point of view.

Aleister

I once knew a guy named Aleister. That was quite a while ago and I can’t remember anything much about him other than what his hair looked like. I think I liked him well enough but I’m not sure. I might have disliked him. I am fairly confident that whatever I felt about him wasn’t felt with any great passion. I wouldn’t be thinking of him now if it weren’t for Holley having tagged me with a sevens meme.

On Cheating

I have children. I care quite a bit about them. Perhaps that’s just a bit of an understatement. I love my children the way parents love their children.