It's Sunday evening and no matter how old you get it always feels like a school night. Take out the trash, watch Disney and make sure that your homework is done. As I'm older, much older, and my adult schedule is nothing less than three weeks behind, two hours over time line and at least one cocktail in my perpetually confused over analyzed self imposed map to nowhere.................I'm paying bills. I've found that the more money you send in the mail, the better people

It was 1964, so as Mom and Dad were off pursuing their own little small town, mid-western American dream wrapped in a classic 40 hour work week. I would flip flop my days between each set of Grandparents as the best and most cost effective way to keep my little toddler butt off the streets. Every weekday morning before the sun came up, Mom would put on her nurses whites to prepare for her day at the dentist's office. Dad would slip into his work blues to drive the school bus

I worked today. As I do every Monday. I've taken on a task in my job that requires a commitment of time and experience that is a thankless "duty" for the perpetuation of a 4+ million $ business that a revolving door of C+ average manager career minded have left to the subordinate staff of more experienced committed workforce. It's not completely their fault as words and concepts like contractual and out-sourced have left no one with integrity, drive or any chance of adva