5 hours in a bunny suit

It's my job, what can I say?

Some days you just have to go with the bunny suit.
Sure, it's hot and uncomfortable, but it really ranks up there
on the style chart.
You sit there staring at the same thing over and over, taking
measurements and writing down numbers, hoping to see
something interesting(or at least a crash!), but no.
You strip off the bunny suit, feeling like you've been basted
like a slow roasted haunch of pork, and head home.

But at least you got to wear the bunny suit.

Sick Friday

I'm not sure which is worse, being sick on a Friday and knowing you're going to spend at least some, of not all, of your weekend being sick as well, or being sick in the middle of a work week and dreading the workload you're going to come back to.

I'll have to get back to you about this after the weekend is over. Besides, through the wonders of the internet and mobile phone technology, I can just keep right on working(to some extent) even while I'm home sick.

I think that's pretty sad.