Sales Ninjas, Martinis and Hairy Butts

I've been in a weird mood lately. Not a funk exactly.. better living through chemistry has pretty much eliminated the funk, but just.. weird.

Still no new job on the horizon, but I continue to search diligently. Sales have been picking up at the Asylum the past few weeks, meaning I've been pushing robot monkeys out the door like crazy and Bossman is off this week for his mandatory furlough. He was kind enough to remind me before he left on Friday that he was still pissed off about them cutting his pay and that people could keep telling him to get over it, but he just would not.

I looked at him, smiled and said, "Well just go around being pissed off then.. whatever," then walked away.

Enough is enough.

Here in the holler, the new visitor center is almost complete. All the volunteer labor and donated supplies sort of fizzled out after the first couple of weeks, so it's taking longer to get it done. The town entertainment committee (yes, we have one) has placed hay bales and mums along the main drag through town, although it looks like the leaves changing is getting off to a slow start.

I think it's the changing seasons causing my funkless, yet odd mood. I'm not sure why.

Yesterday was noggin doc day and the first time in a while that I've come out of there kinda addled. We talked about my dad some and I explained to her how I struggle with the knowledge that he was a sick mother fecker yet.. see his eyes whenever I look in the mirror. I asked her how I was supposed to keep from hating a part of myself with the knowledge that he was a part of me.

Things got a little complicated, it's the first time I've come out of there having an emotional outburst since I first started going.

But it's all good. I think. It would be so much easier to just forget it and go back to not thinking about crap, ya know? I'm hanging in there, but sometimes.. I'd rather not.

After the noggin doc, I went to Wally World to pick up some things for Ma. When I got home, the Amazon had vacuumed, run the carpet cleaner, washed dishes and cleaned the bathroom. I threw a big ass Wally World pizza in the oven (say what you want about Wal-Mart, they have nomtastic pizzas) and sat down for the rest of the evening with Sammy curled up beside me, his big hairy butt scooched up as close as he could get.

Life is good.

Anywho, I should probably get back to peddling robot monkeys with my awesometastic sales ninja moves. Oh, before I forget, if you enjoy Rat Pack era tunes, with remakes of old tunes and jazzed up versions of new ones, check out Martini In the Morning. I've been listening to it at work lately, it's my new favorite webcast.

Ya'll have a good one. We'll talk again soon.

Later Taters!