I was at work at the ungodly hour of 6:30. The sun was not up, there was no traffic and I'm on my second Dr. Pepper before 9:00am. Of all things that are ridiculous, this one takes the cake.
I also worked all weekend. I was at a custom car show all day Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I crashed at 7 on Sunday. I'm tired. I'm cranky. I'm unproductive.
This morning, before 8, I found out two of my co-workers hate cheese. I was shocked by this. I had no idea that people could hate cheese. I love cheese and put it on almost everything. Who knew I was so close-minded about cheese?