Too Tasty?

I have decided I must have the best blood in the world. Well, if not the best, then the best tasting blood. I can prove this assertion very easily.
Requirements for this experiment:
400 volunteers.
One auditorium
20 rolls of duct tape
One Tupperware box
One female anopheles mosquito
Me

Take 400 people, put them in the auditorium. Put me slap bang in the middle of this group of people. Seal the doors and windows with duct tape, so that nothing can get in or out. We need to prove the validity of this experiment; therefore, no external variables must be allowed to get into the room. Place the box in the stage and open it, allowing the mosquito to get out.
Wait 1 minute.
Whom will the fucking mosquito bite?
ME!
Conclusion: I have the best tasting blood in the world.
Now only if I could find the bug spray!

Friday afternoon meetings -part two

Ha! I weaseled out of the meeting and I had a damn good excuse as well.
My other passenger in our life club has an emergency, and has to be at home early. Voila! I can get out of this hour long ( and with some of the speakers scheduled, an hour can feel like a month) meeting. Woohoo!!

Friday afternoon meetings

If there is one thing that is guaranteed to make me seriously consider "going postal", is being sent an invitation at 12:00 to an hour long meeting from 3 pm to 4 pm on a Friday afternoon. Said invitation is not to be disregarded. The word should be "by command of". I will admit to the temptation of declining the invitation and hitting the road at my normal 2:45 knocking off time.
This would be tantamount to professional suicide. The project is behind on it's timelines and there are issues that need to be addressed.
But, shit, 3 o'clock on a Friday afternoon, month end? Get a life! I have no choice but to attend. Damn! Damn!