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I thought briefly about texting my wife and telling her I was being called into a meeting with my department and it sounded like we were merging and my crew was getting fired. I had it all planned out until I relized that she 1. woudl have killed me, 2. if I somehow survived I would never get laid again, and 3. whether I survived or not she would chop my balls into little bitty peices. It was too busy all day for any of us to plan out some good jokes. We do shit like changinb backgrounds on a Tuesday in the middle of June just to fuck with people. Although our lead tech did find it funny to put scotch tape on the bottome of peoples mice, but we will get him back.
9 level 90s and 10 85s, Damn I need another hobby.
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