It's a gray, cloudy day here in the holler. The air is as thick as Grandma's gravy and no where near as tasty. We're all hoping for a giant gullywasher to come through and cool things off.
We're still without air conditioning and although no ones's said a word about getting it fixed, rumor has it that the CEO will be down tomorrow. While everyone else is spit shining their office furniture, I think I'll dress special for the occasion, with britches legs rolled up to my knees, my shirt tied up under my boobs and tossled hair pinned atop my head. I'll greet him, cooling myself with one of those big ass, cardboard funeral fans as he makes his way up the hall.
I might even hock up a little phlegmy surprise for him as I try to say howdy.. the lack of AC is doing a number on my allergies.
Some of ya'll might remember my cousin being arrested back a couple of months ago. His name has been back in the local paper for two weeks now, listed in the arrest reports, for "felony trespass." I keep getting phone calls from people I barely know, asking me where he was trespassing. I'm getting tired of explaining to people that I don't associate with my father's side of the family and that not only do I have no clue what he's done, I couldn't care less.
I am a little curious about the middle name listed for him on the arrest reports. I've always known it as Michael.. after his father, but it's listed as Miguel. Although that side of the family is saturated with Melungeon DNA, they're also almost all hard core racists. Now I wonder if my Uncle Michael isn't really my Uncle Miguel.. which would be kinda cool actually.. to me anyway.
The plot thickens...
Bossman is jacking around with my days off next week. After I agreed to change, he admitted it was because Bubbles wanted to be off on Monday.
Well for gawdsake, let me rearrange my life because we have to make sure Bubbles has anything she wants.
(Yes I'm being totally catty and suffering from an extreme inability to play nice. I'm sure it will pass. But not today.)
Did I mention that she's wearing jeans again today? And a tank top?
"But Mahala, that doesn't have anything to do with you. Why do you care what she wears?" I hear you ask. A valid question, I'll admit.
It's because if I show up in jeans and a tank top, both of which are plainly listed as no-nos on the company dress code, I know I'd be sent home to change clothes.
I really need for her to quit and go home to her goats and her youngins.
Anywho.. I'd better get it in gear and get some work done. It's almost Friday. This week is almost licked.
Later Taters!
9 comments:
So, how does SHE get by the company dress code, and you don't?
(Mr. kenju would say someone is screwing the president.....LOL)
Mr. Kenju might be on to something. She is awfully cozy with Tiny.
Why don't you say: "So when did they change the dress code? I would love to dress as comfy as you look!"
Then smile.
I so hope to read here one day that you won the lottery and went in to work dressed in jeans and a tank top to turn in your resignation!!!! Stupid Bubbles...how dare she flaunt her illicit affair like that !!
So your Melungeon cousin's name is Miguel... sounds like a Spanish/Portugese influence to me, but I could be wrong ;-)
Given your descriptions of everyone, I think I'd rather wear dress clothes in a sauna than cozy up to Bossman Tiny for any reason.
Bluez.. something even better happened.. they fired someone at the other plant for wearing jeans today lol.
Snail and Inanna: There's a picture on here somewhere.. with a fire truck.. if you click to embiggen you can see Tiny.. and Bossman :)
You'll know which is which :)
I am dragging through a 50+ hour week, thank gawd tommorow is Friday. Stay cool. I was complaining about the a/c in my office not working one day and said to the boss, some days I just want to show up in shorts and T-shirt, she replied, if you are not seeing clients why don't you! That was all she needed to say. I dress for success about 4 days a month and for comfort the rest of the time.
DG
the amazon can tell you of me and temperature issues. if it were me, i'd get a jar and thru the day wipe my sweat and squeeze it into the jar. then i'd put a nice bow on it with a little card that read "from my crevices to you dear boss man." u give someone a jar of sweat, i think they'd take more notice of you fearing you'll do something worse the next time *toothy grin* always keep em in fear and your work environment suddenly becomes more tolerable ^_^
A jar of sweat. That? is awesome.
I'm off to scour this blog for pictures...MUST see Tiny!
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