Mrs went out with her old lady coworker/girlfriends on Sunday and all they wanted to do was talk about work which Mrs had no interest in. So, I took her shopping yesterday to make up for it. I never wanted to talk about work when I was at work. Amongst many fine qualities my brother John never talks about work when I see him which is nice. Neither do his sons. Winner winner chicken dinner.
Jeez, these Hawks games are stressing me out. Much more than the day I had to meet with my bosses the day I got laid off at the City. That was the meeting in which I took a call from Rosenberg.