Catching Up

Let's dip our toes in to a little bit of everything Mahala.. shall we?

Around Frog Pond Holler...

Tongues were wagging 'round town the other day when Big K, the former mayor, moved his used car lot from the prime spot by the railroad tracks, right as you come in to town. Had he gone out of business? Was he going to add on to the hardware store he had next door? Was he splitting up with wife number two, the one who used to work as one of them massage therapists down at the spa.. and the reason he left wife number one? Wasn't that her special edition Monte Carlo, tricked out with factory plastered NASCAR crap all over it we saw for sale on his lot just days before they all disappeared?

Inquiring minds wanted to know. Hell, they were brow beating anyone they thought might have information. This was serious stuff in Tiny Town, USA.

It was only a few days later when all the cars showed up in front of the old auto body shop. Turns out the folks who rent out the ugliest flippen "cabins" you've ever seen are leasing the old car lot office. The jury's still out on what they're putting there. We're assuming it's going to be a gift shop of some kind. It amazes me that everyone gets these grand business ideas, based on tourism, at the very end of tourist season, just as Frog Pond Holler goes in to ghost town mode.

Around the Cubicle Asylum...

Bubbles is on personal phone call number 12 for the day. It's barely eleven. Have I mentioned how much I dearly love hearing all about every zit on the left ass cheek of her Bubbahubby? Oh yeah.. and I can recite every grade on Precious the Elder's entire report card.. because I've heard it no less than 30 times.

I mean seriously people.. do you know that many friends and relatives who really want to know every single grade your kid got on her report card?

Anywho..

We're still working four day weeks here in the office. I sent out another mass mailing today, trying like hell to stir up some business. I've got plans for another one tomorrow. I refuse to take this lying down.

This whole reduced work week thing is creating alot of tension between employees. If one person gets a little more attention or seems to be getting more work than the other one, jealously rears it's ugly head. I'm not innocent in this either.. when Bubbles starts acting all smug and snotty, I just start tossing my seniority around, letting her know that no matter how you slice it, I out rank her.

I don't mean to do it, it's like a knee jerk reaction. When people start making comments about who's going to get cut and who's not, you're threatening peoples livelihood, their ability to keep a roof over their heads. I think survival instinct kicks in and we stop thinking rationally.. if only for a few seconds.

Around the Trailer...

The Amazon picked up a few more hours at work this week, when her boss (the only other employee) had to be off to go to the funeral home. In other news, she's planned some hot date for Saturday night, totally dissing our plans to go to the county fair.

I can't blame her... if I had an offer I'd take it in a second.

Ma's still the same. She forgave me for not getting her Hannah Montana pencils from Wal-Mart the other night. She was just thankful for her new bloomers. I'm not sure if she ever made that doctor's appointment, she said she was feeling better... but who knows for sure.

The critters are all fat and sassy.. some fatter than others and Yoda is always more sassy than should be allowed. I would have kicked him out a long time ago, if he didn't make up for it with extreme cuteness.

Anyhooter.. that about wraps up everything going on with me. I just keep swimming. I don't know where I'm going.. but I'm trying to enjoy the ride.

Ya'll have a great one.

Later Taters!