Yes, I promised that I would begin posting today about the great Greece adventure, and yes I know posts normally pop up by 7 AM, but I’m not feelin’ it, and here’s why…
- For most people, jet lag makes them tired. It makes me tired…and mean.
- Very mean. As in, nobody-likes-to-be-around-me-mean.
- So mean that my wife called me out on it. Which she should have.
- Which stinks because she was on the same trip and she’s tired too.
- But tired and nice, not tired and mean.
- So mean that I asked a couple of co-workers to pray for me today.
- And then wanted to critique their prayers.
- Because I’m mean.
I wonder if you could zap me ahead by seven hours (which is the time zone my body just got used to) if I would be less mean? Perhaps it’s my body detoxing from the two-per-day Magic Bars I ate (it’s a Greek thing…you wouldn’t understand).
But for now, I am undeniably, unequivocally mean. So I shall spare you any further snarkiness, and promise to post some (nice) Greece news…beginning tomorrow.
June 30, 2009 at 5:00 pm
I understand your mean because of jet lag. Been there before. However, you need to let us know who won the contest of worst job ever.
Blake
June 30, 2009 at 9:33 pm
Please go to sleep :)
June 30, 2009 at 9:49 pm
big ‘ol meanie. Greece, how many hours difference is it? I know it’s not 12 hrs different – which is completely upside down… That’s what SE Asia is…
I’m just glad I wasn’t in the office today. I wouldn’t want my high opinion of you lowered. haha.
July 1, 2009 at 7:22 am
So you have found the equal to Magnum bars in Greece huh? Nice….that could have something to do with it.
July 1, 2009 at 8:37 am
Patience, Blake. Patience. Because of my unforeseen London & Boston delays and the ensuing “missing o’ the preaching gig,” the purpose behind the contest was skewed. However, there will still be a winner…announced Monday.
July 1, 2009 at 8:38 am
…and dude, they’re AWESOME. They have a new one out called “Magic Sandwich” – half ice cream bar, half ice cream sandwich. It’s heaven in a wrapper.
July 1, 2009 at 9:05 am
Ummmm…is there any way I can NOT come in ANY sort of contact with you today? Oh, and don’t eat my cake…even if you are tired-mean, I’d make your work life a lot, lot more difficult…and for much longer than just a day or two. This is not a threat.