The folks over at Unkymoods.com really need to come up with an icon for, “Don’t really give a rat’s ass.” That’s the kind of mood that I’m in.

Work is pretty good, if I’d ever get around to doing any of it. Fortunately I work for a guy that thinks a well written e-mail can take a couple of hours to produce. It seems that some companies are now encouraging workers to blog while on the job. It could just be a corporate ploy to keep you at your desk more during the day.

Chunae mentioned me in his blog today. He may like the Mach 3 vibrating razor, but for my 20 grit sandpaper beard it takes the Schick® Quattro®.

The intern is out of sight today. She’s covering down on the phones for our Executive Officer in another part of the building. My view for the day is somewhat less than I’ve grown used to. On that topic, someone must have talked to her about the dress code. The past couple of days she’s been much more modest in appearance, but that could change next week. She and some buddies are going to New York for a shopping spree this weekend. Her big plans include spending significant amounts of time at the Abercrombie that is three stories tall.

Her world is so small. And she likes it that way. It is really quite sad.

On the home front we’re doing pretty well too. Nothing to report that’s worth the time to type it.

It appears that there are some empty cubes in the White House. I may look into moving my office over there.

For Father’s Day I asked for a RED Swingline stapler. None of the packages the kids wrapped last night look like one. THE WOMAN doesn’t understand the joke.

That’s enough for know. Time to type another sentence of that e-mail.