I know, I know. But it's only because someone asked. So screw you, Dustin. That goes for you too, Meg.
I don't know why they look so forlorn in some of these. Maybe it's because we whip them regularly and mercilessly, and lock them in a closet all day.
Only two today, both actually went quite well. I'll probably call both of them back.
BUT: I swear to fucking God, the next person who tells me "I'm a people person!" or some variation thereof? Gets thrown down a flight of stairs.
Finally - tomorrow's the drive to Philly. I'm planning on leaving work around 4:00, going 90 West to 84 to 684 to 287 to the Tappan Zee, then 87 to the GSP. Unless anyone has a better idea. It's gonna be a parking lot, I know. So I'm open to ideas.