Yesterday I wore a polo/tennis type shirt with a Portuguese flag as the logo on the chest. Kelly got it for me as a birthday present this year. I wore it to work because those kinds of short sleeve shirts are a lot more comfortable for me. Anyway, near the end of the day a visitor walked up to me and asked me if I was Portuguese and could speak the language.
I am not a Morning Person. I never have been and I never will be. I have sometimes managed to pretend to be one for some of the jobs that I’ve held, but it’s never lasted very long. The reality is, I hate Morning People.