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First off, before I dive into history...

I re-use water bottles. To save on money, I re-use a few water bottles every day. My fridge at home has a filter on it, so I just re-fill them every night for the next day. I clean them out as much as possible to.

So, yesterday, I put my "sport" water bottle in the work fridge. Quitting time rolls around and I go to the fridge to grab the water and then head to the gym to work out.

WTF?

It's gone. Someone has stolen my re-used water bottle. Fuckers. I didn't clean it out the night before.

First off, before I dive into history...

I re-use water bottles. To save on money, I re-use a few water bottles every day. My fridge at home has a filter on it, so I just re-fill them every night for the next day. I clean them out as much as possible to.

So, yesterday, I put my "sport" water bottle in the work fridge. Quitting time rolls around and I go to the fridge to grab the water and then head to the gym to work out.

WTF?

It's gone. Someone has stolen my re-used water bottle. Fuckers. I didn't clean it out the night before.

AYE AYE AYE AYE...

AYE AYE AYE AYE...

Please go the fuck away.

I'm hurting a bit. 

I think I pushed myself too hard last week on the elliptical.  My muscles are sore. 

Please go the fuck away.

I'm hurting a bit. 

I think I pushed myself too hard last week on the elliptical.  My muscles are sore. 

Well, I don't have anything really relating to lives.

Quite the V-day last night.  I got done working out, and then spent almost an hour waiting to pick up our dinner at Chili's (holy shit it was packed!).

Got home, and we ate our dinner as a family, watched TV, had the little one do her homework, and then the wife took her to bed to read books.

I hop on to play some COD with the CG crew...  15 minutes later, the wife comes rushing out with the little one with her shirt off, freaking out.

Well, I don't have anything really relating to lives.

Quite the V-day last night.  I got done working out, and then spent almost an hour waiting to pick up our dinner at Chili's (holy shit it was packed!).

Got home, and we ate our dinner as a family, watched TV, had the little one do her homework, and then the wife took her to bed to read books.

I hop on to play some COD with the CG crew...  15 minutes later, the wife comes rushing out with the little one with her shirt off, freaking out.

...up?  Holy shit.

Just got my year-end review from my Boss, and to say the least, I was floored.

I honestly didn't think I'd get anything better then what I received last year, which equated to "Performs" or "Meets" (expectations).  Those types of reviews typically result in lower merit increases and bonus percentages, as well as slim changes of being promoted.

Instead, my boss threw down the gauntlet to me.  Or, better yet, he hung a fat juicy carrot out in front of me, but, gave me control of the stick.