It's a new week. Monday, 8:45 a.m.
I walk into the penthouse stall and what do I see? Two fresh rolls of toilet paper.
It's a small sign, but one that gives so much hope. It makes you feel like anything is possible. Like I have all the tools I need to do great work. To make a difference. To drop a Monday morning monster.
Yes, by 10:30, it will probably all go to hell. And with today being the day after Bay to Breakers, there's sure to be some...interesting contributions today. (Not so much because of too much Sunday liquor--that's par for the course for the men of 720 California. It's the exercise of running/walking/stumbling through a 12K that I fear will wreak havoc on the bowels of my co-workers.)
But right now, the world is our oyster. Let's try and make it great, shall we, men?