The Lord Works in Mysterious Ways

Today I saw evidence that there really is balance in the universe.

Bossman pulled another of his "I'll handle it myself" deals, which ended up with my getting my ass reamed sideways.. yet AGAIN by another angry customer. It's getting a little old. Anyway, I was tifted so I went for a lap around the building. Alot of the girls do laps during break time for fitness, I do it to keep myself from ripping someone's head off.

Noooooooo.. I don't have a temper.... not at all.

During my little stroll I calmed down considerably. I watched some deer frolicking in the field, some bunnies hopping around. It was a scene straight out of Bambi. I glanced down at the pavement and something caught my eye. No.. not a snake. I'd still be curled up under my desk in the fetal position if that had happened. It was a bright shiny penny, heads up. I picked it up and recited that child's rhyme we've all heard a million times.

"Find a penny pick it up. All day long you'll have good luck."

When I got back to my desk, I taped it to my computer monitor.

I'd developed a doozy of a headache by then, I'm not sure if it was my sinus' or the internal battling of the urge to go smack someone upside their bald little head. As I beat away on my keyboard, I watched the clock, waiting patiently for lunch time.

After my lunchbreak, I was sitting back at my desk, in my little corner of cubicle hell, quietly working away when Lulu came in and asked if my windows were up. I went to look out the window at the hellacious gullywasher that had moved in on Frog Pond Holler. Thankfully my windows were closed and I watched as assorted office staff went running through the parking lot in the rain to close theirs. A few minutes passed, we went back to work like busy little bees, when someone mentioned the bosses car. You see, because he's so antisocial, we tend to forget to include him in warnings of rainstorms and the like. He's not been driving the company car because the transmission went belly up the other day. He's been driving his sporty little bossmobile. The convertible.

And the top... was down.

Now, this was no refreshing little sprinkle of rain. The parking lot was starting to look like a new creek forming. Someone needed to tell him. It damn sure wasn't going to be me. I huddled behind my computer as a small group of brave souls marched back to his office. I listened. I waited.

The shit hit the fan.

And it was beautiful, man.

Nothing has done my heart or my soul as much good as peering out the window at the bossman sitting behind the wheel of his spiffy little sports car, holding an umbrella, trying to get it cranked so he could raise the top.

Life... is good.