Chosen One

"You will be pleased to know," he began, "that you have been specially picked for the assignment." The Sheep's manager paused, and the Sheep let out a nervous laugh and attempted a lame joke about losing the weekend to deflect the mounting pressure that was sinking in. "We needed someone of experience and intelligence," he continued, "and you're it." Not even a chance of avoiding that one, not even a CHOICE, as those were the Man's words. And the Man's words are golden.

"Your mission, should you choose to accept it..." Ok this last line is made up. But basically, the Man could not find any other fool to do this job on a Saturday at 7 friggin 30 am in the friggin morning, in friggin -3 degrees celcius, so the poor Sheep was selected. And being young, impressionable, and career minded, how could he say no?

At least I'm working with a first year. Wonder if she's hot. Not that it really matters, I guess, considering my luck with the opposite sex. Bah. Better get to bed or I might get even grumpier in the morning. G'bye bloggers. G'bye weekend. Now if only those weekend revellers would shut up so I can sleep. Some people have no life, they oughta know...