The Kramer... It's mine. I own it.

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Garmisch-Partenkirchen from the top of The Kramer

I climbed a mountain today, what did you do?

It Was My Friday

My Warehouse

Yesterday was Friday.  It was also my Friday.  This is a term I've heard before, but always thought it slightly odd.  I understand it, but it's still odd.  It means that your weekend is starting.  My weekend is the weekend.  I win?

The Hangover

I had a good time last night.  A little bit too good of a time actually.  I went to Jameson's to help send of Sam, the guy I'm replacing, but I planed on leaving before 1:00.  My best estimates put me bag home around 3:00ish.  I have to estimate, because the details are a little hazy.

Patchwork

My warehouse (left) and the Post Exchange (right)... oh and the Kramer Mountain

My humpday off was not quite what I expected.  I seemed to seamlessly move from one unscheduled activity to another.  It has been a veritable patchwork of events, that seams to have made a quilt of a day.

The Marathon

The last two days have been rough.  Not rough.  Just long and tiring.  Yesterday work was fine.  It was normal.  After work I managed to rest for a moment before I joined some friends for dinner.  There wasn't a really well drawn out plan.  We just walked until we found something appealing.  We ended up at Asia City.  As you may be able to guess, they served Asian food.

Between Jet-lag And DST... I swear...

So I was late for work yesterday.  Only by about 20 minutes or so, but I picked the worst day possible.  We inventory the warehouse and the stores every month.  Inventory started yesterday.  Not a good thing, but I survived it.