Man, this has been a strange week so far. Let’s work backwards, shall we? Today, we got our salary increase letters. Mine wasn’t quite what I was hoping for (and what I had been led to expect), but it was still decent — no complaints here.
You know it’s summer time when you hear the familiar sound of the ice cream truck driving down the street. It just brings back all kinds of good memories of childhood and that feeling you got running down the middle of the street, cars whizzing by, clutching a dollar bill in your hand just to get a taste of an overpriced bomb pop.
Of course, that didn’t stop me from chasing the ice cream truck down just now. The fact that I have popsicles and ice cream in my freezer is irrelevant.