Bluegrass, Thai Chicken and WKRP

The sun is shining bright down on the holler today, there's a nip in the air and the wind is blowing gently across the wide open field behind the Asylum.

It's a new day.

I think I got most of my sad and down trodden boohoos out of my system last night. It's just frustrating here at the Asylum, trying to get the job done in fewer hours with less people. But honestly.. my biggest problem is Bossman's attitude. When I've busted bootay to try to get things done, had my butt chewed by angry customers and my head snapped off by Thelma because she didn't appreciate the way I looked at her that morning... or something.. who effin' knows at this point... and I go to Bossman with a big sale I've made, it would be nice to get a response other than a muffled grumble equivalent to "yeah whatever."

Anywho.. enough venting about this place.

There's nothing really new and exciting to report around the holler. The most exciting thing that's happened lately is the moving of the caboose/welcome center from the middle of town to the campground, to make room for an actual welcome center.

Oh yeah.. and the big trail festival is this weekend. There will be bluegrass played by hippies who learned to play their banjos and fiddles at some big city music program on center stage, while the locals who play on front porches and molasses gatherings (because it takes a village to make molasses) will gather on the side streets, playing the real mountain music.. unplugged.

Me and the Amazon will probably wander down and check things out. I may snap a few pictures to share. Hopefully the Thai chicken guy will be set up down by the post office. The Amazon loves her some Thai chicken.

What? We can't have a festival of any kind here in Frog Pond Holler without the Thai chicken guy. I'm pretty sure he's not from around here though.

Anywho...

I'd better get back to work. Mr. HappyMerrySunshine is due to come grumbling down the hall any second.

It's Hump Day ya'll.. and Administrative Professionals Day... so let's hump it like Jennifer Marlowe at WKRP. She had her bossman wrapped around her pinkie finger.. a master of her craft.

Later Taters!