Friday Fires
Fridays are supposed to be relaxing and go smoothly. The perfect entrance to a rather relaxing weekend.
Blow that for a lark.
I spent the first three hours at work this morning putting out administrative bullshit fires. People that want to change the rules so that they work less even if it does disaccommodate others. People that can't seem to realize that most of us are intelligent enough to recognize bullshit when it comes our way. People that think they are King of the World (even though they've got a REALLY tiny scepter).
And then there's Verizon Wireless. 'Nuf said.
It's pheasant season (I can hear all my local readers saying "No shit Sherlock!") and there are some really yummy-nummy hunters in town. With big guns.
I wonder what the record time for getting a hunter out of his carharts happens to be? (And Mr. Owl says "Let's find out. One...two...three...)
In a typical display of Humbuggery I'm playing Not-at-Home for trick or treaters tonight. There aren't any children in my neighborhood and I refuse to pander to the Minivan-driving parents who bring their boistrous brood into my neighborhood in search of the "good" candy.
Unless, of course, they happen to be Yummy-Nummy Hunters. Then I'll take the Trick, please.
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