One of the joys of working from home again today was having my own personal supervisor who made sure I was getting all my work done. Or at least she did for the first 30 minutes or so before she wandered off, presumably to find a quiet secluded place to nap.

I think she just wanted to make sure I was earning the big bucks so she can continue the lavish lifestyle she’s grown quite accustomed to in her 3 years of life. Instead of blue boxes from Tiffany’s, she’d prefer white cans of tuna, if you please.