There's a black guy on your porch

Don't panic! I know everyone in the world has been waiting for my return to my predestined fame. So here I go...about to write a blog....something interesting...any minute now...it'll come to me...wait for it.

Today is Friday and boy are my arms tired. Works rough, that Brian Somers gave me the dirtest look today because he set down a DHL package that needed to be shipped off. So I immediately put the package on his desk and said, "I think you left this on my desk, I'm not your secretary." And like a cranky little boy, dropped it on the floor so that I would turn around and look to see him giving me a dirty look. Guys in all instances suck. When they're tired or sick they let everyone around them know it. I mean, at work, SERIOUSLY?

Let's talk about the Metro, because Brian loves to hear about Washington D.C.
Don't get me started. People will run in front of you to put their farecards through and then walk really really slow, right in front of you. It's like everyones in rush just to beat you where ever you're going. And especially when you are a habitually late person, like me.

Peace out I'm done.
-Shannon
(I just threw down my mike and walked off stage)