I just turned down $50 worth of review requests for my site from ReviewMe. I must be smoking something, cuz money is money, ain’t that right honey?

One review request was for a directory I already did a review on, so I’m not sure why they wanted another one, and the last one was for a casino gambling site. That was really a no-brainer though, I mean the idea of getting some coins for writing a review of a gambling site on what’s meant to be a Christian oriented blog just seemed silly to me.

It is getting tiresome though to jump for joy upon getting a review request in my inbox, only to learn that the advertiser making the request deals in casino/poker/viagra/loan consolidation related websites. You’d think these were the only businesses that existed on the Internet. There has to be more out there though. Doesn’t anyone want me to review a suspense novel for them? Or maybe critique a company site specializing in developing simulations for SWAT teams? I mean come on, where are all the REAL businesses for crying out loud? At least offer something that might actually be related to my blog’s theme for once (whatever the hell my theme is supposed to be anyhow).

My boss had been playing games with me for the better part of a month now, from denying my proposed work schedule so I couldn’t attend law school, to threatening me over my request for accommodations because of my hearing disability. Naturally there have been days when I wished a meteor would land on his head (and those were the times when I was actually in a good mood too.)

For the past week he’s been AWOL as a result of training in another section for “overtime,” perfectly understandable to me given his 6 figure salary and his evidently pressing need to pay off his yacht and summer home. Poor guy. One particular night he left in a hurry without signing off his computer, and being the fine, upstanding person that I was, I did the only thing I could think of.

I fired up his inbox and quickly started rummaging through his emails and folders.

I could practically hear the digital clock from 24 thunderously ticking away in the background as I furiously performed a search query of all his emails, hoping to find something, ANYTHING, to give me an idea of what he might have been planning against me. I kept one eye on the doorway the whole time too, half scared to death that he would walk in on me at any moment, but I bravely (or maybe recklessly) pressed on.

Nothing.

I didn’t even show up on this guy’s radar. There were no emails about me, not even anything juicy about our division, even though everything in our section was falling to crap ever since he took over. Great, only in the movies can a guy pull a stunt like I did and be rewarded with some juicy intel, like finding out who REALLY killed JFK. @#$%!

I did find out that he was having an affair though. I guess that’s something.