Labor of Love

The things I do for you ingrates! I am soo freaking tired today. I usually stay up until 11:30EST and play Poker, then think about what I want to write. Finish up the Blog after midnight and maybe read a few others. I then hit the sack and let me tell you 7AM rolls around mighty fast!

What do I get for it? Less hits than April, less notoriety than Iggy, less booze than Al. I will not even go into the abuse I get in my comments section by that guy annonymous. I hate him! I tell ya, sometimes, I wonder. If I had something better to do with my life you all would be suffering from WPP: “Work Place Productivity”. Can you imagine never finding out what FWALGMan stands for? What would you do then?

In addition I will soon be unemployed if I do not find some work. I really cannot blame you for that. Well, maybe I can, lets give it a shot. If you stopped reading my Blog during the day and were more productive, then my company would not need to cut its budget by 20%, and I would not find my cushy contract job ending at the beginning of may. See, I constantly underestimate and amaze myself. Do you see why my wife hates me?

I think you guys planned my contract ending. I mean what could be more fun than seeing an unemployed Sir Waffle playing poker for a living because he has nothing better to do while looking for work. Omg! Can you see the hilarity that would ensue? I might even exceed April in hits! Just to spite you I am going to have to find something to do. Are there any openings in the High Stakes Backgammon club?