Simple Pleasures and Git R' Done

We woke up to an inch or two of snow blanketing the holler this morning. It's so pretty to look at, although it's colder than penguin snot outside. I'm totally violating the dress code today with my big white Adidas, but seeing how our company won't spring for a bag of rock salt for the parking lot, I'd rather take my chances with the GM than risk busting my delicate little bootay hiking across the frozen tundra.

About a month ago, Bossman warned Bubbles and I that January first would mark a new beginning. I thought he was turning over a new leaf, getting an attitude adjustment, looking on the bright side.

But no.

He went on to explain that the new year would bring his new "reign of terror." He said he was doing things his way... no more Mr. Nice Guy (cue Alice Cooper.) I was like... nice guy? You? That must have been only happening on my Monday's off because seriously? Bossman makes the troll under the bridge in "Three Billy Goats Gruff" seem like the Dalai Lama.

Now, almost three weeks into January, he seems to be holding to his promise. He barks and growls and practices general assholery on a daily basis while I'm walking around trying to keep a positive outlook, muttering new agey, self help phrases to myself.

He's not making it easy.

It probably doesn't help that while we're in the midst of job cuts, held raises and idle threats, he totalled the company car the other day.

Meanwhile, back at the trailer I gave the new carpet steamer a test run yesterday. We have this one big spot right in front of the fireplace that all our critters past and present have gravitated to in the middle of the night when nature calls... if you get my drift. For years I've gotten on my hands and knees scrubbing it with pet stain remover and died a little inside from embarrassment whenever anyone has come over.

As of last night, the stain was mostly gone. The new steamer rocks.

Little things make me happy.

Anywho... as I move throughout the day, selling boring manufacturing equipment, scraping change and tip toeing through the snow in the parking lot, I'll be smiling. I've been anticipating this day since November. It's time to roll up our sleeves, put on our grown up bloomers and work together.

We can do this. Oh hell yes we can.

Later Taters!