It won’t be long before my employment at Apple exceeds the duration between my birth and graduating from university, the latter action saying I’m no longer a probationary adult. Like last year, it’s a bit of a pisser thanks to CV-19 remaining the elephant in the room ruining any fun or celebrations. In the recent past, I think I would take the day off to reflect but I can’t remember when it stopped.
No point though. Two cooler things are on the horizon. The Apple stock I was promised via the Orange Foolius tax cuts for the One Percent and Vegas with Jennifer.
Let’s see if I make it to 23 years without dying from CV-22.