I'm not sure when I got old...but I am

Okay...I've realized that all my "heros" are now younger than me.  Well not all but dammit, when did my heros get so old along with me?  Marky Mark - now a grown ass man - is married with kids and aging well.  Bill Murray, getting old...I mean really old but still as awesome as always!  But now when I watch sports all my favorite players are WAY younger...I find myself calling everyone KID...Hey KID...I'm an old ass man dog

But enough with that...in a matter of hours I will be taking the family to our first camping trip!  Now as a kid that's all we did...we didn't go on vacations...we went camping...weekends...for weeks during the summer that was our fun...but with my kids and wife I'm kind of scared...my kids love technology...no Minecraft kids...we're in the woods...to my wife who gets bored and needs to do shit...well I'll be feeding her booze and well booze...

I simply love the fact that there isn't much to do...I love not having much to do..seriously...it's not laziness it's just so full in my head that the outside todo list is so perfect...get wood...burn it...wake up eat...get wood burn it...now in my aging world...a week in an all inclusive resort is pretty good too...can you say...POOL BAR

Glorious...so for the next week I'll be in the basement...or off the grid...unplugged ya dig!

Do youself a favor...see a thereapist some time in your life

I'm not shy about the fact that seeing a counselor or therapist has helped me immensely over the years...There is nothing quite like unloading all your mental BS on someone else and let them figure it out...I've seen folks about being angry, sad or just plain depressed.  But there is no shame in seeing someone that had no skins in your life's game to help you sort out the issues.  When you are in the thick of a situation, you feel as if there is no way out...however...there always is...I promise.  Understanding that and getting over yourself and your ego that you're "too strong" to ask for help...Life is too short to do it on your own...

You know what's really fun...Marriage Counseling!  Nothing like brawling with your spouse in front of another party!  It's magical!  Unless of course you're the asshole...then you're hosed.  Nothing like then having two people gang up on your and your flawed opinions...then we can really talk about mental anguish

Day time TV...land of suck

Since I've been rocking the unemployed life...I've taken in my fair share of daytime TV.  The View, The Chew, The blah blah blah...A land of pretty and ugly folks talking about hot topics.  About the Hot  Felon, a parade of celebrities pitching their wears.  But the best part is the commercials aimed at the folks that watch these shows.  Lawyers offering their services to sue those who have wronged them.  In an accident, given a drug, bought a house, have credit card debt?  They can help!  But even better, are the commercials for the cheap shit, pills to make you feel better, pills to make you skinny and most anything else you can imagine.  Late night TV is even better...lonely? sad? sick? tired?  There are phone numbers to call, websites to visit!  I love the sales pitch to those folks at home alone.  Of course, the longer I sit here waiting to get a job, I find myself starting to listen.  

I am sad...I am fat...what's that pill again?  

What would you have me do?

There are times when I truly am amazed at the coming and going of successful people...the next fad...the next idea...a nineteen year-old invented a boat that could remove tons and tons of plastic garbage from our seas...19!  At 19 I was perfecting my skills at drinking beer without hating it...

I respect true talent...we need more minds!  Great minds.  If you have not watched Cosmos, do so! It will show you how great minds over the centuries have been.  Looking deep into space.  Inventing things! Seems the great minds now are trying to achieve riches and being able to make it rain at any moment.  We need to make scientists our rock stars...make those people willing to better our wold better the kings of our young people!  

Some flipping friend you are...

If you haven't watched "Orange is the new Black" do yourself a favor and watch it!  Like one of my favorite pass times - people watching - this show brings together races, ideals and showcases them in such a brilliant way.  In this case, ladies are in prison together and well it does a nice job to show how different and similar we are.  On top of this, we've got the crime element.  Which in most cases comes down to opportunity and education.  Again, this show gives us reasons why folks do what they do.  And in a believable way we see how crime turns out to be the only choice for many of these folks...when opportunities aren't available and lots of illegal avenues are...well do the math.  But also, we have a collection well to-do folks that simply follow others for whatever reason.  Stupidity doesn't run specifically to race or creed...we all have the opportunity to be stupid and blindly follow a route of illegal fun.

At the end of the day, we all have the ability to chose a better place for ourselves and our children.  Oh and did I mention that dumb folks seem to our breed the smart folks...that is a problem in itself.  We have a generation of youtube filming retards that want their fifteen minutes NOW!  We need to make school and education cool again.  Respect knowledge and not take the easy route...I know doing bad looks like fun...but doing smart needs to rule the day!  Or we might as well book our future in doomsday bunkers...

Why oh why are people so silly and dumb

I'm not particularly sure how some people manage to get through life.  Not only are they amazingly dense but they are not afraid to tell us how smart they are at the top of their lungs.  Most of the time are they mean...trouble follows them wherever they go but it's never their fault...of course...it's the rest of us.  Best part is they can't get through life without the rest of us.  But when we offer our help (stupidly we always do) they take the credit and actually critique our help.  This kind of attitude makes my blood boil.  But as a person walking through life, you're bound to encounter, work with, work for, married to or dated these kinds of folks.  These people are all over reality TV, they love drama, love to put themselves out there to look like asses.  Of course, when their episodes air, they say...damn I look good...America loves me! Or even better the WORLD loves me...

These folks live in black and white while the rest of us know the world is more shades of gray...They deal in absolutes, HATE or LOVE, their way or the highway...

We need these folks and it's best that we don't get too overwhelmed when they rise and fall, yell and scream, crash and burn...

They help make up the funny mix of people in this world...plus who would we laugh at when our lives get too much to handle? 

Who are your favorite people to hate?

Ding Ding Ding...in this corner

There are countless books and stories, and articles about how men and women are different.  I am going to toss another in the heap...as you may or may not know...I've recently been surgically removed from my job of 10 plus years!  ugh...this has given me an amazing opportunity to hang out with my kids, in fact the most ever!  It's been glorious...however, after a honeymoon period, my wife has begun to get frustrated with my presence.  My mere handling of almost anything has drawn much attention...negative attention!  I haven't been effecitve enough dealing with the HMO's, Federal Government, etc with the sense of urgency she'd like to see.  I am mentally being beaten for this.  Not to mention, that this is becuase I'm growing more depressed with the lack of interested in what I consider a pretty good resume.  I'm an award winning, leader of teams and most of all...I make it rain!  I've driven higher revenue in every job I've had, I've improved morale to record levels...however, I don't walk the same path as most...and now my wife is getting tired of it...so this case I'm confident that it goes beyond men and women...it's mental attitudes, appreciation and respect.  And a big dose of trust.  If there is not trust that someone will get something done...and be trusted to figure it out if there are bumps along the way...is what makes it work.  In my case, in this moment, I don't have her trust, I am seen as a liability...and that breaks my heart...so I'll try to make it happen...try to be better and more communicative...and more...well more! 

Share your story of efforts being misdiagnosed as laziness...or disinterest! 

Depression is a hell of a thing...

Like many people I suffer from a variety of ailments - if you watch TV you've seen many commercials that ask you if you have trouble sleeping, tired, stressed, fat, in pain, can't get it up, can't get it down, can't wake up, need help just living...yikes!

In my case I've suffered from anxiety...specifically social anxiety for much of my life...I mean scared to pick up the phone or read an email kind of social anxiety...I would dread dealing with folks...insanely I have worked in retail for most of my life...and in corporate operations...I would trick myself into thinking it's time to hit the stage...it's showtime...that is until my wife convinced me to ask for help!  A little pill that in almost no time changed my life...when i tell people that I suffered from anxiety they think I'm nuts!  Because since asking for help I can stand in front of a crowd - introduce myself and say hello...between you and me...if I had this before getting married dating would have been MUCH easier...

But it's not Harry Potter...it's not Magic...I still have blue days and days where I don't want to talk to folks...for example, since being fired more than a month ago, I have been getting more anxious...My job is to provide for my family...and at this point, I'm not doing that.  I am trying desperately to find work and network but I'm also very broken inside.  I mean I haven't mustered the strength to get my final boxes of things from work...I've scheduled it a few times but just haven't had the moxie to do it...so I sit here this morning...sitting with my children, listening to their light hearted discussions playing Minecraft...and I think I'm okay...they are shielded from this drama...but the storm inside my heart and head is growing strength...

Does this happen to you?  Tell me your story!

Do you want to build a snow man? again

If you have kids...I'm sure you've seen Frozen...and not only have seen it but watched it over and over...and well over!  I think some of the best parts of it have been listening to my daughter sing and recite almost every line...her little voice singing the lines and even the dialogue...which is ironic because I've spent the morning merely trying to get her to read....I'd have paid good money just to have her sit and have a good attitude while trying to sound out there words...but no one said this was going to be easy...parenting is such a funny dance between good cop and bad cop...in my world my wife gets to play the bad cop...I'm kind of a teddy bear and not a fan of confrontation...mostly due to the fact that I always tried to calm the waters as a kid...when my parents brawled...comedic relief...was always my game...but as I live life as a grown up this is a tricky deal...drives my wife nuts...She enjoys confrontation...getting the deal with negotiation...

Update...my daughter is singing again...and it's the best thing!

However, I'm being busted again for not being tough enough...ah the dance of marriage and life

Funny thing is, I'm darn hear forty...will I learn?  Ever?  Should I learn or just be whom I am comfortable being?

Ain't no party like Father's Day party....

I've enjoyed hundreds and thousands of meals and beverages over my life...nothing quite does it for me like cooking a variety of MEAT...on an open fire...mix that with a few cold beers in the summer with friends...perfect day for me! Add my kids laughing with friends near by and I'm in heaven...life is good like that in Chicago...since moving here a few years ago, I'm always amazed and how friendly and social this city gets when the sun is bright and it's warm outside...parties...street fests...block parties...it really is a unique and lively city...we live in the north part of the city and unlike our days in California (Northern) we hang out with our neighbors...we sit out front and just talk...let the kids get crazy as long as they don't cross the street...having grown up in a small town I love this type of community...now in my case...I didn't have a world class city just miles away like my kids do here...

On this day...in Chicago, I'm enjoying Fathers day with my two children...it's a good day...and between you and me...I still can't believe I'm a Dad...but it's a job I love!

Cheers

He's HUGE...bigger than you!

So I'm a man of larger carriage...a moutain of a man...Big Fella...this comes with several perks and pains...

First, I'm always volunteered (volun-told) to finish any leftovers...or meals...why?  because I'm HUGE...

Second, I'm constantly used as a measuring stick for large people...Hey Jeremy...this guy was HUGE...like bigger than you...oh good

Third, people love to tell me...Have you lost weight?  I'm sure you have...most of those times...I had put on a few pounds...

it's a curse I love...I've been a big boy most of my life...and when people do this it makes me smile

oh and being large...gives people a out when they forget my name...a simple...what's up Big Man...Hey Big Fella...Big Boy...

Or it's just Jeremy...or Mr Reed if you're nasty...

The voodoo that you do...

My mind always is blown when I think about the different things people do for money...or their career...I mean people make very good money...probably the best money doing what I would consider the fun things in life...acting...singing...playing a sport...piles of greenbacks...while folks dig ditches and plow fields for some of the smallest amounts...I've made most of my career about serving other people...trying to make them happy as a service rep...and further as a manager...which my life was devoted to making my team happy...and if you've covered this blog so far...you know I've been recently removed from a job I really loved...and was good at...I was removed because someone else was "just doing their job" protecting a HUGE company from risk...mean while I've poured millions of dollars into the revenue buckets for this company over my career...thousands of times more than I ever made...but you know what...despite the shame of being canned...I feel lucky...lucky to have had the time with a diverse group that I truly enjoyed...the people is what it was about...the fight...joining as a team and being good...award winning good...together is something special...

But...back to the theme...from Paramore that rocks the GMA stage...on a Friday morning in the rain...they are working...the hosts working...the crowd...spending their earned money to see the show...but after the show...people will be paid squat to clean the trash that the concert creates...life is about choices...and opportunity...it's up to you to make the best of it...get the job...make a life...and remember some of the happiest people aren't the millionaires...they are the ditch diggers...cleaning ladies...dish washers...

So take a moment...and let's work to live and not live to work...unless work is what floats your boat...

I'm not sure what's funnier...

So as a parent of two small kids...I'm talking seven and five...I'm always amazing at the comedic power of a small boy or girl...in their own ways they both are very very funny...for example...today...a small dirt spot in the front lawn of our elementary school quickly was made into a muddy hole which sucked the young boys to like a moth to a flame...I quickly noticed a young boy...no older than three spot the honey pot...and quickly locked on and charged it...with a quick leap the boy was ankle deep and mud...to my amusement I know that this boy is the youngest of four boys...how this mom does it, is beyond me...the boys are all cut from the same cloth...crazy cloth that is...she is too funny and does a brilliant job...in this case...the look she gave when she saw her little spawn was priceless...a simple shrug and a grab of the wipes...

On the flip side the girls were equally funny but in a different way...clad in sundresses and sparkly shoes...these little ladies were not in the mood to mingle with their muddy friends...they were busy running chasing bubbles and putting on tattoos...dozens of tattoos...incredible stuff to watch...My favorite part however, was when water balloons were handed out....the girls held them or in many cases dropped them within seconds of getting them...the boys almost immediately tossed them at the nearest target...after the boys realized their fun was over...they ascended on the girls who were, for the most part, still holding their prizes...the girls were deciding what they wanted to do...which turned out to be the hoard of boys approaching to get their balloons...

Such an interesting view of tiny brains...being a parent is fun...hard but fun

Loathing runs strong with this one...

Man I'm having one of those days...just feel shitty...hate me...hate the weather...hate most things...

The best part about being a self loather is that I keep all that inside...just for me...well maybe my wife if she wanders into the loathing fest...

The interesting part about being a self loathing clown is that most people think I'm this happy go lucky, dippy guy...but in all seriousness under the goofy surface lies a sad clown...of course being out of work right now doesn't help...I mean I'm normally good at one thing...leading people in a job...right now no one seems to give two shits if I can do that...

Looking for a job is not easy!  You try to network...but when you are in the business of hating oneself...it ain't easy...I always thing I should be doing something else...I should be doing this or that...calling this person or that person...all the while I am sad...uncomfortable to be calling folks who  I plan to ask a favor or this or that...I'm a damn fine employee...I win awards...get written about...but at the end of the day...it's not enough...hence why I'm starting to spill my guts here...you see I'm just a boy standing in front of the internet asking you to love me...or laugh at me...

laughing is my drug...love to make people laugh...push the line...but I'm just getting warmed up here...just finding my way...

Remembering why I've been good in my life...but at the same time why I consistently step in shit...along the way...Hence my dance through life...ups and downs...strikes and gutters...it's all a game...and I'm trying to find the right pieces to get back into the game!

Good Times and Bad...

So for those out there that are married...raise a hand?  Being married is not easy...like when you first get married you joke about the old ball and chain...but then 10 years later you realize...um...marriage is no joking matter...being in a partnership with someone through thick and thin...good and bad...sickness and health...kids and money problems...things are not funny now are they...This is real...this is serious business...Of course that sounds as though I'm not happily married or happy that I got married...simply not true...but I am a person that will put it out there...a lack of a filter...an over sharer

My wife is very opinionated, doesn't cut slack and is passionate about all things family and future...as a born slacker, the son of two hippies...I tend to take things a bit easier...However, I carry a touch the Hulk as well...I tend to turn into a range monster when provoked beyond my boiling point...But I digress...

So when you mix, passion and laid back...things can get rocky...it needs smoothing out...we do a good job building roads of understanding and then trying to manage when they crumble...In our disposable world...marriages are tossed away left and right...But in the wake of those wrecked marriages are tiny people...our children that are learning bad behavior...that if you don't like something...toss it out and get another...

We need to be tolerant...committed again...and it begins with us...cut some slack...give a person a break...use a positive intend mindset...I know I tend to cut more slack to outsiders than we do our family members...why is that?  Do we not trust outsiders to stick around and only expect our family to be here no matter what?  

It's time to understand what makes your loved one's tick...what makes them happy?  Why not try to do that more...than just trying to be right?  I'd like to say I do this...but sadly I don't...but I'm trying to each day!

Day Drinking is for Royalty and Young People

In the great city of Chicago, when the sun is shinning, day drinking becomes not just an activity but a sport...outside tables and chairs line busy streets, all in the name of outdoor drinking and eating...I'm not even talking about the swanky roof top bars and scenes that pepper the city.  I'm far too old and well large for those spots...granted, being funny gets me into spots a normal fat guy couldn't get unless you're a rich fatty...

Anyway...I took full advantage of the day...but by 1pm I was pretty well toasty...which is glorious...makes you feel special...like you're doing something that most people can't...which is ridiculous because anyone can drink early in the day...I mean look at all the bar flies pounding drinks in dark bars...but when the sun is shining and add a cold drink in a friend's backyard the troubles just seem to melt away...until of course...when the hangover literally starts hitting at about 5pm...then you realize...drinking later and just passing out really is how this should be and not trying to stay awake and act normal into the evening...that is the sacrifice...the fun of day drinking is definitely worth the pain but what is the proper transition when you get older...I mean as a young person, you'd simply continue to pound drinks...but when older...and with kids...that's simply not an option...especially with two small kids...kids that want to eat...and play...and need a bath...and have homework...and and and

Growing up is an odd path...and although it may be painful every  now and again...there's always time to have a couple of oat sodas or cocktails during during normal business hours...so stay thirsty...

To Game or not to Game...that is the question

As a parent I've recently gotten into a battle...with my wife over what I call kid crack...MINECRAFT...If your child has not ventured in this world...you're lucky...or may unlucky as well.  I see the game as a virtual world of Lego like blocks that the kids have open range with.  Now what most folks don't like is that when joining the network the worlds lowest common denominator - young men - have the protection of a faceless world to say some  of worst things imaginable...If you've ventured to other online networks or message boards you know what I'm talking about...However in our case, our kids can join eachother and one other friend in our neighborhood...So not the same issues we could be experiencing but as my wife has noticed...it has become a second life for my boy in particluar...he watches YouTubes by some English dope that is a Minecraft master that visits the top sites...his voice echos in my brain and he now is the emcee of all that I hate! 

In my brain, technology is part of our world now...I played Nintendo like most kids and I'm not a pale lifeless twit...so I'm not in agreement with my wife saying the kids are CHANGING...becoming MEAN...because of Minecraft...but like in most cases...my wife is probably right...I think there is a happy balance...she wants them to be "normal" kids...playing together...outside...skinning knees and making memories...I'm all for that...but I'm also not opposed to them playing together in a virtual world.  I've seen my kids in the same virtual world work together to mine for Iron and knock down trees for wood so they can build their world...I think that is pretty neat...and also creative play at it's best...

What do you think?  To Game or Not to Game?

Momentum is a heck of a thing...

Well just like that my mental mindset has taken a 180 turn!  All it took was a simple win...I have been battling with a landlord of my old place over supposed damage we did to the place...

Between you and me...we didn't do much...I mean having lived in literally dozens of rentals over my years...I've done damage...especially in college...now with a family of four I've tended not to punch as many holes in the walls...mostly because I don't get black out drunk five nights a week!  That helps...I'm sure

Any way - carpet replacement...grass replacement...all fun...dude was saying not only was he going to take my deposit...but also wanted another 800...um...no thank you

Legally this wasn't a thing...but long story short...we settled and now I feel like a champ!

Still don't have a job...but I think like most things...I was pushing and pressing too much...time to just let things happen...I've applied for dozens of jobs...some aren't anything I'd like to do...and well I think at almost forty and the support of my wife...I should be holding for something I can be great at!  Writing, design...motivation...and well dick and fart jokes come to mind...anyone need that?

I'm over searching Monster, Chicagojobs and the like for shitty jobs...it's time to ACT LIKE I'm the big swinging D that I think I am...and if not...well crime is always an option...although I'm pretty sure I'd be the worst criminal ever!  

What me worry?

Another Day...still jobless...after more than two hours on hold I still don't have insurance...so buses beware...don't hit my big ass!

My daily routine is on...Good Morning America...today it features some fancy mom in Cali that is trying to make a buck getting kids...KIDS...to do a Vegan Cleanse...a freaking cleanse...

Well I fed my kids frozen pancakes and yogurt for breakfast...cause why...they are kids

judge me all you want...but it works

btw my five pound shitzu Ruby Tuesday - named for the Stone's song not the burger place I swear...she's sitting on my shoulder like a freaking a parrot!

Ya I'm tough...Street cred is strong with me...right!

The other mornings pass-time is analyzing my night's dreams...i'm pretty insane...if you haven't picked that up yet!  Last night it was about being late for a flight...somewhere...and I couldn't see well...didn't have my tickets...was late and well stressed about it...it was fun

my dreams normally center around being behind...or some of my favorite...under dressed...like wearing a bath robe to a corporate meeting...best part is I ask myself in the meeting...why the heck did I wear this??

ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...the sub conscience...it's a party!

Can I get an Amen...

Why are things so difficult?

I mean...calling almost any large company or service is filled with poor hold music...operators appreciating my patience...telling me someone will be with me soon...as I mentioned in my first entry....I have recently been removed from my job.  I won't bore you with details but I assure you it wasn't pleasant....

This not only pulled the cheddar from my wallet...it's forced me to deal with several departments within the state and federal government...let me tell you...It's been a real pleasure...oh wait...NO IT HASN'T...45 minute hold times...followed by six transfers...one gal actually told me sorry she's so tired and wasn't thinking straight...I feel you girl!  But you see your information is going to determine if and when I get hit by a bus will I be covered by insurance...or will I get to enjoy the never-ending payment plan from hell!

So picture this...as I'm writing this to you...The same six notes of a song are playing in broken audio over and over and over...I mean can't a brother get some HOT 101 or THE MIX in here...hell I'll settle for some elevator music...

Then it happens...it stops and I think I'm home free...NOPE just a message telling me that I can use their website...ya...but the website told me I HAD TO CALL...

Another topic I enjoy is the balance between needing help at a store (a la Home Depot) and not being able to find a rep...or having so much social anxiety that I will not tell the rep closest that I NEED F*CKING HELP!  All because I assume he thinks I'm an asshole who doesn't know anything...so that allows me to wander for twenty more minutes looking at all kinds of sh*t I don't need...You're welcome self...and to top it off I have to ask anyway...only to be told..."OH you're no where near where you need to go...oh really ZED...thanks...thanks for solidifying why I don't ask questions...I'll figure it out myself...

The only thing better is to accidentally wear a red shirt to Target...that's a party...

oh that reminds me...sometime ask me to tell the story about the time when in college AT&T wireless gave me a cage to stand in...in...Walmart...it's a good time

Let's get this party started....what? I'm a child of the 90's

Well since being fired more than four weeks ago...the stories and BS are piling up in my head...so you're welcome!  You are the winner of all the crazy Sh*t that runs through my brain at any given moment.

First,  "Hi" My name is Jeremy.  I live in Chicago.  I am a mountain of a man...six foot three and about three bills...the guy people use as a measuring stick..."The guy was HUGE...I mean HUGE...bigger than you Jeremy..."  Gee thanks...I love being a unit of measuring people

I am a late thirties dude (most aptly describes me), married and father of two.  The fact that I'm a father blows me away.  Mostly because I find myself, a large child that is allowed to drink and browse the internet for the most terrible of things.  However, I'm happy to report that I'm actually a pretty good Dad.  So please no calls to CPS - at least not quite yet!

Just 24 hours ago, I accompanied my son, age 7, on a field trip to the Chicago Botanical Gardens.  Do yourself a favor and do this.  Not with 90 screaming and running chimpanzees that I had the pleasure to do it with...but you know what I am saying.  Anyhoo, on the trip I found myself surrounded by dozens of kids who thought all my PG Rated jokes were hilarious.  I mean I dropped the "Is your fridge is running? joke on them and almost felt like Eddie Murphy in Delirious.

I didn't drop any F bombs for the duration, a feat for those who know me as INCREDIBLE. I learned to swear from my loving sweet southern raised mother who could weave a tapestry of dirty words but some how make it sound nice.  Kind of like the British...skilled in the arts of dirty words...and making it sound classy!

But during the trip, I found myself thinking, I'm actually okay at this.  I have killed no kid, lost no kid, and even may have taught a thing or two.

 This is another impressive feat because I am a born and gifted self loather.  A black belt of self loathing...I HATE most things about myself.  It's fun and has turned into a sport for me.  A pass time if you will.  A Hobby...something to...you know...do for fun!

And for those out there, that are fellow self loathers...welcome!  We can hate ourselves together!  Oh I'm also the common type of loather that dislikes most other people...which is shocking to most because I'm an attention whore.  I mean I love to stand in the middle of a group pushing the envelope...which come to think of it is why I probably got sh*t canned.  But I digress.  I actually love people...people watching that is.  Have you taken the time to look around lately?  A myriad of bad tattoos, T-shirts and brightly colored nails, chipped during their days of frolicking through Walmart buying sh*t they don't need...

In all, this little address on the inter webs is going to be my tiny beacon of light...the light that comes from a dude's cellphone in the middle of the night while scouring the job sites for an employer...

Until next time my fine feathered friends....