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for i so love my job, i showed up an hour late. of course, i called in and gave them the warning. cruelty of the day... sunshine streaming in the window for the first time, all weekend. on Monday, naturally. festering in the kitchen, twenty pounds of peppers in plastic grocery bags. waiting. if left until thursday, they rot... or the bugs will have a new convention center by the time i come back. so, i decided to do what needed to be done... rubber exam gloves and a cup of coffee before i could see straight. toying with noxious fumes and caustic abrasives that are scotch bonnets, until there was barely room for an ice tray in the big freezer. critical mass in the fridge. god help me if this weapon falls into the wrong hands... though i shall use it only for good. the surprise here is i wasn't much later than i would have been if i'd sat on my ass all morning, sniffing at the web... and would have been reasonably late, if not for road construction, line painting, behemoth equipment, gendarmes all over in the course of eighty-four miles. not that i gave a big shit. once inside the place that i dread, the dreaded conversation was in full swing. everything pertaining to, about , or leading up to "hurricuns." All. Day. Long. All. Night. Long. the impression i get, is they think this is some kind of joke... all exaggeration, some kind of media blip. better hope so. shit does happen. though i'm thinking that i'll be cutting this week short if things get serious. in late... out early. no calvinist work ethic, here. |
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