WHAT?

Papa Smurf. My boss bears a striking resemblance to Papa Smurf. If he was blue it would be dead on. He's short has a white beard and always wears a hat. He smurfs all over himself occasionally too.

I have decided that it doesn't matter how much I hate my job. I have a great family, 2 cars that work, a nice house, my Mom and Dad now live within driving distance, and we are all relatively healthy.

SPEC Man. This is what they call me at work. It is a term of endearment. I know or can quickly access any of the specifications for the jobs we are building or the tests we are running. People I used to work for or used to work with will call me to find out specs.

I hate Memphis. I have lived in Cincinnati, Houston, Richmond Virginia, Indianapolis, and Memphis. Memphis is the worst. I can find something good to say about all of the other cities I have lived in.

I hate my job. If I did my job as poorly as I do it well, I will still get the same raise and would not get fired. I have no chance for advancement and no motivation.

I turn 30 this year. I will be married 10 years this year. My oldest daughter turns 6 this year. I still feel about 24.

Nicole. We already knew you had trouble with your morals... but your Morels also? SHEESH.