JayFarrar
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So I thought I was going to die this morning.
Sound alseep, my world came crashing down. It was a loud noise and my first thought was, 'yep, I'm having a stroke.' Then, moments later, I realized it wasn't a stroke, but what was making that godawful racket? I investigated. It was the friendly neighborghood work crew and this morning was the day of the jackhammer. The day they busted through the concrete in my driveway as they continue with the sidewalk project if front of my house.
If you really want to wake up, try having a jackhammer 15 feet from your bedroom window.
With the day off to a rousing start, I have a 10 a.m. presser to get ready for and we have 8 o'clock staff every morning. Used to be on the phone, now it's a nifty VOIP thing.
So after the presser, I had to interview someone and my voice is cracking since I'm starting to catch a cold. I really needed a cough drop, but didn't have one. So you really haven't lived until you are quizzing a state policy director on something fairly controversial and your voice is cracking like a a 13-year old boy hitting puberty.
I then made it to the drug store and one Ricola later, my voice is fine and my throat doesn't hurt. Like a miracle.
Sound alseep, my world came crashing down. It was a loud noise and my first thought was, 'yep, I'm having a stroke.' Then, moments later, I realized it wasn't a stroke, but what was making that godawful racket? I investigated. It was the friendly neighborghood work crew and this morning was the day of the jackhammer. The day they busted through the concrete in my driveway as they continue with the sidewalk project if front of my house.
If you really want to wake up, try having a jackhammer 15 feet from your bedroom window.
With the day off to a rousing start, I have a 10 a.m. presser to get ready for and we have 8 o'clock staff every morning. Used to be on the phone, now it's a nifty VOIP thing.
So after the presser, I had to interview someone and my voice is cracking since I'm starting to catch a cold. I really needed a cough drop, but didn't have one. So you really haven't lived until you are quizzing a state policy director on something fairly controversial and your voice is cracking like a a 13-year old boy hitting puberty.
I then made it to the drug store and one Ricola later, my voice is fine and my throat doesn't hurt. Like a miracle.