I had an interesting revelation last week that came to mind just now when I cranked up my Zune. All the way through High School in the early 60s and college in the late 60s I could NOT listen to music while studying. Leave that for when I get out in the working world and find myself in a 'ballroom' of people in little boxes called cubicles. On this contract it's possibly the worst-case scenario because I'm in a small room, facing into a hard wall. The wall echoes and it's like being in a fishbowl....
You’ll probably figure out who I am pretty quickly from comments, sarcasm, wit (hopefully), pi$$ing and moaning, etc. I asked the GWB crew if I could get a second blog so that I could vent about things without it being aggregated everywhere. So that means this might not get read and that’s ok too… the catharsis of writing the words helps get rid of some of the ‘Grump’ :) As always, anything said here has zero reflection on anyone, anything, any organization, whatever. Take it as it is, read it or...