|June 2006 (maybe)|
I know this probably gets tedious for some folks. Hell, it gets tedious for me.
In preparation for our office move, one of my co-workers was clearing out some old files and came across this picture from an office picnic. At first I told her to destroy it, no one wants to see that fat bastard.
I then had her dig it out of the trash, because I need a daily reminder of, to use an over-used business term, the price of non-conformance. Daily. Every damn day.
310 + to 13.1 and on to 26.2.
This is why I run, and why I won’t stop.