Yesterday was an absolute nightmare. I had three Podcast back to back and a ton of research to catch up on*. With the amount of people working in the house you’d think it’d be mayhem. It’s nor, really. Unless we’re debating or pissing off it’s pretty quiet.

When we’re (Greg, Daniel, Lawrence & I) downstairs working, its Greg’s conference calls, Daniel’s random outbursts of weirdness, and Lawrence’s animal related sneezing fits that disturb the peace.

Even still, I rarely work downstairs because of the high traffic. However, my workload has forced me from my cave and into the grips of my tormentor...ie downstairs with the guys.

Not a problem right? Wrong. Greg’s my tormentor. When I’m stressed and/or recording, he’ll do something to make me laugh. And now that our desks face one another he’s gotten worse!

Last week during a promo spot, he IM’ed me “My cock should be labeled a choking hazard”, then smirks at me. I was in tears laughing!

Oh, it gets worse…

Yesterday, I geared up for my final recording. I was exhausted, my head was pounding, I was starved, and the kitten stuck his paw in my tea. Greg was sitting across from me in deep thought. Ten minutes into the recording, he sent me the coupon below, then beamed around his monitor. I lost it as did everyone else!

Needless to say this’ll be a re-record, but he certainly lightened the mood.

*Yes, I perform a great deal of research for my tales.