So I have nothing really in the way of work stuff except that there's a new girl at work who is a lazy fucker. I seem to spend all my time yelling at her to do things and, oh, telling her that saying "shit" in front of customers is not acceptable. It seems strange that anyone, of any age, wouldn't know that swearing at customers is a no-no. Also, telling a fellow (white) employee that they have a "blaccent" when they use ebonic phrasing. Okay, so some of it is going to be youthful exuberance, some will be a little lack of awareness...but...for fuck's sake, ascribing a dialect to a color is, for the larger part, racist. Even if the intention is innocent, the execution is stupid and potentially very offensive.

Today was Superbowl day. If there was ever any doubt that I have the best wife ever, just check Jen's blog for the list of goodies she made for me to snack on while I watched the game. On top of that there was beer and bourbon. And the game...? Well, the highlights are on my sportsblog.

And now I'm watching Scarface....does life get better than this...?

I'm thinking not.