Thursday, February 02, 2006
I Was Looking For A Job When I Found This One
OK, OK, I know, I haven't posted in a few days. The reason can be summed up in one simple word:
Work.
That four-letter word is killing me right now, for the simple fact that I don't know how long I will have it, so I must do what I can to make myself indispensable. That means grinding away, going above and beyond, so The Man can see that I'm worth keeping around. Twelve and fourteen hour days will be the norm with The Crime Dog for a while. I'll know a few weeks from now if I still have a job. Can't say for sure either way at the moment.
But, in true Parrothead fashion, I managed to free up a couple of hours tonight to hit a bar and tip a few with some friends. We solved all the world's problems on three pitchers of beer.....or was it four, and one Red-Headed Slut and Crown?.......it's sort of fuzzy at the moment.
I didn't forget my job concerns. I just set them aside for a bit. So, now that it's 8:00PM and I'm work-impaired,I might as well blog, eh? I'm a firm believer that things happen because they're supposed to. There's no "bad luck," just some twists and turns in life that take a little extra effort or patience, along with some tasty adult beverages from time to time. Doors close, and others open. The doors that are closing are easy to locate, since they generally hit you right in the ass. You have to be in the proper frame of mind to find the open doors, and The Crime Dog and Fetching Mrs. Crime Dog are equal to the task.
Tomorrow it's back to hammering away at the J-O-B to save my ass, and granddaughter #2 is looking like a good possibility by tomorrow at this time.
Yep, that's right! Brooklyn is on the way. Should be hitting the world some time tomorrow. She'll probably make her appearance in Scottsdale while I'm hip-deep in some stolen car in Avondale. Bo and Joe E are going to make fantastic parents, and TFMCD and I will be doing a reprisal of our recent roles as "Grandparents of the Millenium."
Hell, the way it's looking, I can probably take care of the little munchkin for 'em. It's not like I'll have some pesky ol' job or anything.
I guess we could all use a little positive energy about now..........
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Work.
That four-letter word is killing me right now, for the simple fact that I don't know how long I will have it, so I must do what I can to make myself indispensable. That means grinding away, going above and beyond, so The Man can see that I'm worth keeping around. Twelve and fourteen hour days will be the norm with The Crime Dog for a while. I'll know a few weeks from now if I still have a job. Can't say for sure either way at the moment.
But, in true Parrothead fashion, I managed to free up a couple of hours tonight to hit a bar and tip a few with some friends. We solved all the world's problems on three pitchers of beer.....or was it four, and one Red-Headed Slut and Crown?.......it's sort of fuzzy at the moment.
I didn't forget my job concerns. I just set them aside for a bit. So, now that it's 8:00PM and I'm work-impaired,I might as well blog, eh? I'm a firm believer that things happen because they're supposed to. There's no "bad luck," just some twists and turns in life that take a little extra effort or patience, along with some tasty adult beverages from time to time. Doors close, and others open. The doors that are closing are easy to locate, since they generally hit you right in the ass. You have to be in the proper frame of mind to find the open doors, and The Crime Dog and Fetching Mrs. Crime Dog are equal to the task.
Tomorrow it's back to hammering away at the J-O-B to save my ass, and granddaughter #2 is looking like a good possibility by tomorrow at this time.
Yep, that's right! Brooklyn is on the way. Should be hitting the world some time tomorrow. She'll probably make her appearance in Scottsdale while I'm hip-deep in some stolen car in Avondale. Bo and Joe E are going to make fantastic parents, and TFMCD and I will be doing a reprisal of our recent roles as "Grandparents of the Millenium."
Hell, the way it's looking, I can probably take care of the little munchkin for 'em. It's not like I'll have some pesky ol' job or anything.
I guess we could all use a little positive energy about now..........
