Bleah
I'm sick. Bleah. I'm usually pretty good at not catching whatever nasty virus Mike and Jet have, but not this time. I completely lost my voice last night. It's not much better today either. And it's not that nice, sexy, smoky voice one can often get when sick, no, I just sound like I need to be shot and put out of my misery. Actually though, I don't feel bad or anything, I just sound terrible. And if that wasn't enough, RiskWatch (the software I write for) keeps crashing on me. Stupid thing...
I suppose the day could be worse though, Troy's keeping me entertained as we pass back and forth an email containing a conversation between our two Feng Shui characters. Yes, geeky I know, but if I had to stare at RiskWatch all day and only write about Basel II accords and allocating mitigants and creating regulatory parameters list, I'd go nuts. So thanks Troy!
Oh, and my co-worker, Martin, is serenading us all with some AC/DC today. He got Highway to Hell for Christmas. As far as songs Martin likes to sing to us goes, at least I can handle AC/DC. It's when he gets on his Motley Crew kick that I want to kick him. Oh, a little background here I guess. Martin sits right next to me at work. He's a great guy to work with and we get along well (even if he is a Montreal Canadiens fan, at least he's also a Joe Sakic fan), he has the same absurd love I have for 80s private detective shows (Magnum P.I rules!) and Bugs Bunny cartoons. But he has this obnoxious habit of thinking of an absolutely craptastic song and then trying his hardest to get it stuck in my head for the rest of the day and driving me nuts with it. His best result so far; Dr. Feelgood by Motley Crew. Gods that was horrible.
I suppose the day could be worse though, Troy's keeping me entertained as we pass back and forth an email containing a conversation between our two Feng Shui characters. Yes, geeky I know, but if I had to stare at RiskWatch all day and only write about Basel II accords and allocating mitigants and creating regulatory parameters list, I'd go nuts. So thanks Troy!
Oh, and my co-worker, Martin, is serenading us all with some AC/DC today. He got Highway to Hell for Christmas. As far as songs Martin likes to sing to us goes, at least I can handle AC/DC. It's when he gets on his Motley Crew kick that I want to kick him. Oh, a little background here I guess. Martin sits right next to me at work. He's a great guy to work with and we get along well (even if he is a Montreal Canadiens fan, at least he's also a Joe Sakic fan), he has the same absurd love I have for 80s private detective shows (Magnum P.I rules!) and Bugs Bunny cartoons. But he has this obnoxious habit of thinking of an absolutely craptastic song and then trying his hardest to get it stuck in my head for the rest of the day and driving me nuts with it. His best result so far; Dr. Feelgood by Motley Crew. Gods that was horrible.