At work, things are a little laid back. Hell, there a lot laid back. So far no students fussing about anything or parents calling to harass us. No departmental disruptions from other departments. Just a good day to be at work. Sure there is plenty of work to do, but it isn’t in a tizzy with forty-three other things or people coming at you. Just one or two things at a time. In days passed, work has been more than intolerable. I haven’t entertained quitting, but I have thought about asking if I can come in a work from like 2 p.m. to about 9 p.m. just so I didn’t have to deal with the drama. I digress.
So this morning, for whatever reason, I have felt like speaking in an accent. Now, usually it is a British accent that I choose, but today is different. Today it is an actual person not a stereo-type. Who? The one…. The only…Sean Connery!!! Why? Crap, I don’t know. It just locked in on me today. Hunted me down like a dog in the wilderness. Hmm?
Anyway. I’ve been off-and-on with the accent. I’ve had a blast. I even called my mom and talked to her in the Sir Sean voice. Even my own mother didn’t understand why?!?!? Booooohoooo hooohoohoo 
Well, today has definitely a work-a-holic day. Between the Birthday lunch for a co-worker and an hour for lunch…it’s been great!!!
Tomorrow will be Friday. The seventh of December. You know what that means???? National Remembrance of Pearl Harbor Day…shake a Veteran. Oh, no!! Shake their hand, or gently pat them on the back. Hell, maybe just say thanks, but be sure not to sneak up on them. Some of those guys and gals get a little shaken up so take it easy.
Prodigal Thinker 
