The cheese moved

Yes there was upheaval at work and now I have a new boss. I don't blog much about work as nothing really good ever comes of it. I mean to say the blogging not the work. OK well they do call it work for a reason, but still blogging abut work generally doesn't lead to sunshine and happiness of butterflys. Just doesn't.

I can blog about my old boss though, right? I mean he's not my boss anymore. He gave me the who moved my cheese book today to read tonight. I don't really feel like I lost my cheese. I mean nobody moves *my* cheese. Why? cause fuck you I'm not a mouse and I'll take my mutherfuckin' cheese back you cheese moving a-hole. OK that was a bit strong, but basically what I'm trying to say is that there is cheese. You know I'm hungry. Were we talking about work? I want some cheese. Not meta-fucking-phoric cheese. I want some really very seriously flavored cheese. That sounds good.

What were talking about? I'm going to go get some cheese. Maybe a little laughing cow. I'll read this book because I said I would and hey there might be something to it. But really I just want some cheese. Or some Korean spare ribs. Those fucking things are yummy. My god I have to learn to cook those! Am I hungry? Who's hungry?