tramps like us, baby, we born to ride

spent yesterday helping my boss move from dover, ma to derry, nh.
longest day of my life.
his best friend marc came to help but did nothing.
when he would move a box, he would take a 5 minute break afterward.
when you came in and put down something big and/or heavy, he would give a big *sigh* like he was wicked tired and needed the break.
i even got him taking a nap on one of the chairs we moved into the new apartment while me and reagan (another coworker) were moving box after box.
this may be hypocritical, but i hate lazy people.
i'm lazy, but when there is shit that has to get done, i'll make sure it gets the fuck done.
instead of making sure "the cats are doing alright."

good news about the move, i got to drive the massive 24 foot moving truck. it was fun. i've never driven anything that big. it was a smooth ride. it had better suspension than the volare (at least when the truck was full, that is). but it was wierd getting back in the volare and riding one foot off the ground after spending the weekend driving 4 feet off the ground.

also, have you seen the espn fantasy football commericials yet? the one where the kid gets the bosses porshe and the day off? (i couldn't find it online, but check out the morning runs of sportscenter and you'll see it) well, i thought the guy looked familiar and my mom let me know today that it was this kid i knew in high school--karl.
i just think that's cool.