Just a friendly reminder of why we are all at work this lovely money. Time to get your morning coffee and chase that dream we all want portrayed very happily by that man above. Image courtesy of Last Nights Party.
On a side note, I am severely addicted to Mad Men. Please someone, anyone call for an intervention. I am caught prancing in between the crass chauvinistic banter of male pigs and trying to keep track of who is sleeping with who. The 1960s was a great time to hit children, force women to a subservient form of living, and to believe smoking is healthy. Unfortunately, I was born 20 years too late. I’d die for a skinny tie and one of those polyester/cotton suits in a steel blue. Well, if I was born back then I’d be working in an elevator pushing buttons. I just can’t pinpoint what it is that attracts me to the show. There is just an allure about New York and calling the shots at a big ad agency.
Hi. My name is Lloyd and I have a problem. Let’s start there. Luckily, season two is kicking off so I can get my fix.
