Happy days! Medications all in sync, got a dollar or two in the bank, going to order my new couch-of-the-month on Wednesday. (background music of the Andy Griffin whistler).
Thought of a good project to do at the Dog Shelter. I had it ready to go on last Saturday, but figured I should wait for "Executive Authorization" before proceeding.
Steve: Hey big-boss-lady, I was thinking about running a PVC pipe under the sidewalk so we could get that power cord and water hose off the sidewalk so we wouldn't have to trip over them like it seems you all have been doing for several years now. I've got all the supplies and tools I need, just thought I should ask for approval.
Big-boss-lady: You think too much. (Cut the whistler)
BBL: How would you do it?
Steve: I saw a video clip where you use a pressure washer and a Shop-Vac.
BBL: Your life must be even more boring than mine. But go ahead, sounds like a good idea. (Much like a dog that bites you, then affectionately licks the wound.)
I carry on, because my medications keep me numb to the heartache. Digging, pressure spraying, Shop-Vacuuming. It sure ain't as easy as they show it on Youtube! But it is coming along. Slowly.
Of course, at this point, I'm drawing a crowd. Rudy comes along to help me. I like Rudy. He is a hard worker with some good ideas and a great caretaker to the dogs (Yes, I have told him that. I felt like someone should). Rudy's Dad happened to stop by, talking with Rudy over some such a thing or another while we continue working.
BBL: (referring to the Dad) So, we finally got someone here that knows what he is doing.
Really.
No, really.
So I shove the pressure washer nozzle up her ass and the Shop-vac hose down her throat, creating the perfect circle of life.
Not really. But in my head...
Steve: (away from the others) Hey, Big-boss-lady, you should become a motivational speaker. I mean "think too much, your life is boring and you don't know what you are doing, Attaboy!"
BBL: I was just being sarcastic.
Steve: I just stated that you should be a motivational speaker. I think I "get" sarcasm.*
She did apologize, twice. And really tried to sound appreciative of the digging. At least it sounded like she was trying REALLY HARD to sound appreciative.
But, hey, were else could I go to work, get paid a whopping $10.00 per hour and get pissed and shit on daily (literally and figuratively)?
Does the post office do background checks?
*I didn't actually think of that little zinger until an hour later and at home. But wouldn't that have been the greatest comeback, ever?
