Yes it's been awhile, and I missed all of my loyal readers, all three of you. Clearing up some random items that have been piling up in the Draft box.
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Yvonne and Kay near the end of the day, work's all done, just waitin those last few minutes for the nine-to-five thing to be over. Yvonne flipping through photos on the internet for a Halloween costume ideas. She comes up with a photo of an ugly green-face witch leering at the camera, brandishing her broom. Something looks familiar. To herself "Who is that?" Then she calls across the room: "Kay, can you drive a stick?" . . .
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It's an almost-late-for-work morning. On the way to work, I'm just locking up my front door, and see the bus already arriving at the corner. I frantically head out, waving and running, hoping that the bus sees me. Luckily, it was Al at the wheel. Al, as you recall, is the driver that stopped and attempted to pick me up mid-block on my day off. Al waited as I ran cross-corner through the traffic of the five-corner intersection.
I stomp up the stairs of the bus panting. Physical fitness is not one of the things I'm known for. Panting out my apologies: "Sorry. Had to get that extra twenty seconds of sleep."
Al replies: "Well, good thing you didn't decide to stay in bed for an extra twenty-five seconds! Take it easy, Old Guy - don't get a heart attack. Cuz there's NO WAY I'm giving you mouth-to-mouth."
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So, this "work" I'm talking about - it's my job! A full-time job. I'm not a temp, any more. The place I'm working at hired me full-time. Try before you buy. When they said "full-time" they meant, that I could go home once in awhile to sleep for a few hours, but otherwise, there was a major project in-house, and we had to keep at it until it was done for the day. (The project is secret, but it involves huge vats of incoming mail each and every day, and this includes Sundays). The project is now complete. When it was all over, we were all happy to have a heap o'gold in our bank accounts from all the overtime, and we did get the project out by Christmas. Getting up at 4:30 am, and getting home aroung 8:00 pm became the norm. The sunrise over Lake Michigan is beautiful - all those folks home in bed don't get to see such beauty.
So, now, I'm catching up on everything else, clearing up backlogs everywhere, and re-discovering things that haven't been looked at since September, when it all started. Spent a lot of time this weekend on the business end of a snow shovel. And today the ground hog ran back into his dark little hole, so there will be lots more wintry snowed-in days to catch up on things. How does that work, anyway?
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I am now informed that I work less than four blocks from a facility that makes Life-Changing Bacon Topped Maple Donuts... Each day brings its own little bit of wisdom. http://holeymoleydoughnuts.com/
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Yvonne and Kay near the end of the day, work's all done, just waitin those last few minutes for the nine-to-five thing to be over. Yvonne flipping through photos on the internet for a Halloween costume ideas. She comes up with a photo of an ugly green-face witch leering at the camera, brandishing her broom. Something looks familiar. To herself "Who is that?" Then she calls across the room: "Kay, can you drive a stick?" . . .
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It's an almost-late-for-work morning. On the way to work, I'm just locking up my front door, and see the bus already arriving at the corner. I frantically head out, waving and running, hoping that the bus sees me. Luckily, it was Al at the wheel. Al, as you recall, is the driver that stopped and attempted to pick me up mid-block on my day off. Al waited as I ran cross-corner through the traffic of the five-corner intersection.
I stomp up the stairs of the bus panting. Physical fitness is not one of the things I'm known for. Panting out my apologies: "Sorry. Had to get that extra twenty seconds of sleep."
Al replies: "Well, good thing you didn't decide to stay in bed for an extra twenty-five seconds! Take it easy, Old Guy - don't get a heart attack. Cuz there's NO WAY I'm giving you mouth-to-mouth."
So, this "work" I'm talking about - it's my job! A full-time job. I'm not a temp, any more. The place I'm working at hired me full-time. Try before you buy. When they said "full-time" they meant, that I could go home once in awhile to sleep for a few hours, but otherwise, there was a major project in-house, and we had to keep at it until it was done for the day. (The project is secret, but it involves huge vats of incoming mail each and every day, and this includes Sundays). The project is now complete. When it was all over, we were all happy to have a heap o'gold in our bank accounts from all the overtime, and we did get the project out by Christmas. Getting up at 4:30 am, and getting home aroung 8:00 pm became the norm. The sunrise over Lake Michigan is beautiful - all those folks home in bed don't get to see such beauty.
So, now, I'm catching up on everything else, clearing up backlogs everywhere, and re-discovering things that haven't been looked at since September, when it all started. Spent a lot of time this weekend on the business end of a snow shovel. And today the ground hog ran back into his dark little hole, so there will be lots more wintry snowed-in days to catch up on things. How does that work, anyway? =========================
I am now informed that I work less than four blocks from a facility that makes Life-Changing Bacon Topped Maple Donuts... Each day brings its own little bit of wisdom. http://holeymoleydoughnuts.com/
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Great stories, as usual. You live a very rich life!
Those 4:30 am - 8:00 pm days are real killers. At this age I think they'd kill me if I worked them for more than one week, much less months! You are a better man than I am!
Oh, and bacon: yes. Donuts: yes. Bacon ON donuts?!!??! NO WAY! Blech. (more for you)
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