I suppose it's only fair; back when things were going well we always beat him up - we needed better deliveries, more inventory, better service ... and he would get this sheepish, stupid look on his face and start mumbling about how we have to understand that they aren't miracle workers, blah blah blah. Now the boot is on the other foot - when it isn't lodged firmly up my arse, HAR HAR HAR!!!!
Truthfully I don't know if I will have a job after he leaves. I don't fuggin care anymore either, he can flog us like rented mules all he wants, the economy is what it is and no temper tantrums from some fwench idiot is going to change it. I can only do what I can do. Overheated economies are no fun either... it's been a hectic decade for me.
As for me, I will always find work. I can go get a job at the Treehouse sweeping up the monkey dung, or out to Coopville scraping bubble gum off the deck. I used to have nightmares about losing my job but now my bills are paid, I've saved as much as I can (which is more than most people, my financial planner told us) - and an odd serenity has fallen over me. I could find fulfillment, at least for awhile, chasing monkeys and chickens around and swatting at them with a broom. Or flipping burgers or pushing a lawn mower. I feel change in the air, sometimes.
In other news, the 30 day injunction against Filthie's Speakeasy comes off today! As you may recall, the health inspectors shut us down. I maintain the establishment's innocence: it was not graffiti on the washroom wall - it was a rational warning in the civic interest:
Ain't no use,
Standing on the seat.
Crabs around here
Jump 99 feet.
I might post some much loved music later today. Be sure to stop by for happy hour tonight if you have time.