Chuck Connors, Chocolate Ghosts and Chicken Little Wannabes

Hey ya'll!

I thought I'd take advantage of the brief pause in the Monday mayhem to get caught up on the goings on in the holler.

Here at the asylum, Bubbles has suddenly and without explanation hung two black and white pictures of "The Rifleman" in her cubicle. Lulu says there's one of an old country western singer too, complete with autograph. They look like they were printed off the internet. We've decided that one of her personalities must think she's the long lost illegitimate child of Chuck Connors. This is separate from the personality that taught her to smack gum like a street walkin' hooker and talk to her favorite customers like a 1-900 operator. There's also the bible thumping, holier than thou persona, who just wants to be fat n' sassy and please her man, as long as it doesn't include that dirty sex stuff, and who can't drive in Big City because she's too effin' delicate.

You gotta be on your toes to work in the cubicle next to Bubbles.

Oh yeah, she brought ANOTHER big az bucket o' candy the other day. I might be able to get a picture of those later, if I get to feeling all stealthy and cat like before the day's over.

The layoff rumblings have begun again. Management suggested that we take some extra days off while it was still voluntary. We're free to use vacation time. I've been thinking about taking off to wash my walls and clean the carpet anyway. Now's as good a time as any. Of course, Thelma, Louise and Bubbles jumped all over the suggestion and by the time they got done putting their own special spin on the situation, they had us on the verge of shutting down and going on welfare.

I look at it this way. If they decide to lay us off, there's nothing we can do about it. Worrying yourself into a tizzy in the meantime isn't going to make it any better. This "the sky is falling" mentality isn't going to help anyone. If anything, it's going to get the rumor mill churning at warp speed, causing people to panic, tempers to flare and the general populous of Frog Pond Holler to get their panties in a wad.

I'm gonna need for some people to get a friggen grip already.

Sheesh.

I think I may slice up the leftover roast from last night, heat it in the frying pan, then smother it in a thin white gravy, allowing it to simmer, while I make some mac n' cheese and nuke up some green beans.

Whatcha all havin'?

Now I need to go work up this quote, so I can get us some bid'ness up in this place.

Ya'll be blessed.

10 comments:

kenju said...

We had tacos. Mr. kenju was in the mood for Texmex - so we went to Chipotle after working out at the health club. Seems like we undid all the good we had done, didn't we?

Bah said...

Believe it or not...pot roast. With homemade French bread that will make you wanna slap a guy named Pierre.

Law Student Hot Mama said...

Talks of layoffs are SUCH a poison for a workforce. Even if nobody gets laid off people start looking for other jobs and muttering and gossiping . . it's just a bad scene.

Oh, and I know I've said it before, but Bubbles is an idiot. I think she's the love child of Chuck Norris and Yanni. I know those are two guys, but hell, that doesn't matter.

BetteJo said...

I love how you title your posts! I don't have that much imagination anywhere!

Jeni said...

Last night, we had leftover city chicken, which isn't even chicken but cubes of pork on a skewer, breaded, browned and then baked in chicken broth! To that, we had a package of the pasta-roni stuff -angel hair in seasoned butter sauce -which generally will entice Miss Maya to eat cause she does love her pasta! Now that I am out of leftovers and my mind isn't functioning all that hot in terms of menu planning, anyone got some suggestions I can use for supper tonight?

Mahala said...

Personally, I think I'm going on strike.

Tori Lennox said...

I'm still trying to figure out how taking vacation days is going to save the company any money. They still have to pay you!

Mahala said...

It's an accounting thingie. As long as I've not taken it, on paper, the company "owes" me for three weeks vacation. Once I take those days, that's less they "owe" me.

I think. Or something like that. lol.

Joy T. said...

LOL I love it. And want to hear more about Bubbles LOL I'm a day late in reading this post but tonight it's all about the grilled cheese sandwich and soup. What? I've been catching up on blog reading all day. There's no way for a proper meal when I'm trying to catch up on my blog reading :o)

Bert said...

You're right about the leave-taking. Don't do it - make sure they owe you.