Sunday, and at work!
 

Yep, it's a Sunday in beautiful Florham Park, and I got called in here to meet about a customer visit next week in Washington DC. Someone left the building on "heat" instead of "cold", and I'm in shorts, sitting on a lleather chair, dying.

I'd rather be sweating, under the front half of my car, out in the sun, prepping it for a swap in two months. There's just something wrong about being called in to work on a holiday weekend.

/end rant