I am an idiot

Its been a really long time since I've had a nice animal humping picture on here - and I have to meet my end of the month quotas. I filled the bad clown quota - but have seriously be far behind on the animal humping photos.

I was reminded of this when I looked at the search queries that brought people to this illustrious sit - and was surprised to see that someone actually had the nuts to type into google

humping pictures.

I love that. How discrete.

Should I be shocked or honored that my site came up? I did have an illustrious run back 5-6 months ago of animals doing the birds and bees... but it wasn't anything nasty - more really a pictorial representation of the life of a writer... employee... anyone really who has to bend over on a daily basis.

So sir - or madam - I am truly sorry. I'm not sure what you were looking for with that search - but I can bet that you didn't find it here.

And speaking of apologies...

I rarely lose my temper - except on here or on the set - and usually only when I have Shawn or Bill or John around.

But yesterday - in the middle of all the nonsense of the day - I blew up.

Like most people's life - the big things are usually easy. It's the tiny little microscopic details that grind you down until you can't even see straight. There was a little disagreement over something so small and so trivial to me - that every time it kept coming up - I just kept getting more and more upset. And to the person bringing it up - it really was a small thing too - but she really wanted to solve it in a way that would cause the least amount of trouble. She was trying to set precedent that would make things easier to work through the company.

Typically - when it comes to self-destruction - I am a genius.

I have yet to lose my temper here. Everyone sees me as this laid back kid from the Midwest.

Surprise!

The person that was talking about this issue with me is a good friend. She is a sweetheart and one of my favorite people here at the office. We shared an office for a couple months and really bonded. When we went out the other night - she kept punching me in the arm - telling me something about me just made her want to punch me.

Yesterday - I told her that her rules were stupid and nonsense and walked out of her office.

Sigh. The big middle finger raises its ugly head.

In truth - her rule makes sense. Its not how I would do it - but it does make sense. And it's not stupid - it makes things work in the company better. And its her job.

So - as if you needed to be reminded - I am stupid and full of nonsense.

Another great friend of mine here - who takes care of all the little things for me - followed me out of the meeting and explained to me ever so patiently that I was in fact - an asshole. That if I wanted to complain about something like that - that I should do it with her privately - certainly not the way that I did it.

And she was right.

When do I get to be right? Oh yeah. My wife told me. Never.

So I did what I do a lot. Marched back to my friends office and threw myself at her feet and begged forgiveness. It was a stupid and petty thing that I can not for the life of me tell you why it got me upset and I am sorry.

She responded by showing me pictures of her with her first dog when she was two. And I found out she was a baton twirling champion who toured Japan at 12. How can you be mad at a baton twirling champion?

Not me.

Today is my last day in the office for the next month. Gotta get everything I need and then some to get ready for the big trip. Still way too much to do and not enough time to do it in.

I'm dancing as fast as I can. And trying not to bend over for fear of what's coming...