I’m Just Here for the Coffee

I had a dream last night that a coworker died. It’s weird enough dreaming about people¬†you work with, even when they’re alive and well. I see these folks¬†8 hours a day. As much as I enjoy their company, I don’t necessarily want them to follow me home and crawl into bed with me. Err…so toContinue reading “I’m Just Here for the Coffee”