tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-318741352011-04-21T17:46:26.568-07:00CoSnydrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03842513924254020083noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31874135.post-1154233531154789922006-07-29T21:11:00.000-07:002006-07-29T21:25:31.163-07:00Besides the shooting that happend in my complex, the 112 + degree weather, my monotonous work day surrounded by 65+ year old collegues and the fact that there is not a gas station located within five miles of the ten mile commute to my workplace - Henderson just might be starting to grow on me. I don't like my job - not a new thing, if you know me, you know I have never liked work - but I am continuing to make the effort to meet new people, meet good people and stay away from the Copper Keg (the only place I've found out here that has Fat Tire).<br /><br />For real though, it is time I buck up, enjoy the fact that I am only a $98 plane ride back to my precious Rocky Mountains and start living the way a Las Vegasinian, Vegasan, Vegasite would. We'll see how this goes...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31874135-115423353115478992?l=it-goes-on.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>CoSnydrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03842513924254020083noreply@blogger.com0