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Happy Thanksgiving
Nov 26th
Congrats, everybody; Turkey day’s upon us!
We wait for this holiday like a kid for Christmas. Thanksgiving for us, adults, represents not the simple “give thanks” 
holiday that it’s meant to be. Thanksgiving is not just the start of the holiday season, a season of warmth though it’s in the winter, a season of family and sharing. It’s not just Black Friday, which is an event I’m sure a lot of us wait for the entire year. No, Thanksgiving for some of us means something else…the 4-day weekend…
Most of us get the 4-day weekend. Some aren’t so fortunate. But those who are, and those who are smart enough to add a vacation day on either end of it, get a nice little break away from work and a chance to just relax. Well…may be it’s not that easy. But the fact remains – it’s one of the few holidays that’s guaranteed to fall at the middle of the week, thus providing those lucky souls with a guaranteed long weekend. And that puts a warm smile on everyone’s face.
Ah, the little things in life…
Happy Thanksgiving!
Workaholics Go To Meetings
Chapter 1: Entrance (part 1)
Oct 16th
I wonder if the fact that it was Halloween had any hidden meaning to it. Curiously, I did have to wear a 
suit. Not a costume, obviously, but for me it might as well have been one. It sure felt like it. I’ve never worn a suit to work. I was used to jeans, t-shirt, maybe an occasional pair of slacks with a button-down. But this was different. City. Real world. Real job. It’s not that I didn’t want to dress up; as a matter of fact I felt empowered donning the all-black Italian wool at seven in the morning. It wasn’t difficult choosing a suit – I only owned one, anyway. Bought at a clearance sale several years back, this suit has seen the light of day just a few times prior to this day – a wedding or two, may be a funeral. This day it had a different purpose. I looked at myself in the mirror. The suit looked great. Draped over a light gray Kenneth Cole shirt bound with a silver Fendi tie, the 5-button jacket closed high on my chest and screamed professionalism and determination. My dress shoes, used as sparingly as the suit, still kept their original polish and shone noticeably from below the pants. There I was, armed and ready. I smiled at myself, and even winked. “Let’s do this.”
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