Mandatory Overtime.
The edict came from the director of operations a couple of weeks ago. Everyone on the floor had to complete ten hours of overtime by the end of the month. I worked last night until midnight, and had to return this morning by 8, walking home an hour last night and riding the bike this morning. I stuffed a loaf of cheese bread in the side pocket of my cargo pants for breakfast.
This is my day off. It's a perfect Indian Summer Day and my other blog has gotten 12,500 hits for the month.
There are a hundred other places I'd rather be than here. They couldn't pay me enough to make this worthwhile, and they don't. Uncle Sam takes half the money anyway.
OH MY GOD!!!! It's a miracle! You wrote in my blog. Yes, I've decided this one is my blog. You and all your stupid quack quacks can have the other one. As your daughter, and your favorite one at that, I command more blog on this, my, blog. I was so excited when I logged in today and there it was. An actual entry!!!! Yipee. So the kids and I are coming to town on Saturday and we will be there until Thursday the 7th. My friend Reid is coming to Portland to spend some of his R & R with the family. We are totally excited to see him. I will only agree to see you if you promise to continue my blog!!! Yes I am now using the cuteness of the grandkids to get blog entries. Is this really what its come to Dad? Anyway that's my proposal. Call me.
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PS I'm sorry about work. Overtime sucks, unless of course you have my job. Then it's always mandatory and kinda fun (well sometimes anyway!)
Steff--
ReplyDeleteIt would be fantastic to see you and the little munchkins. I'll try to write here more often. Would you accept Duck-related topics? Probably not.
Love,
Dad
Steff--
ReplyDeleteThe phone number I have saved for you doesn't work. Please give me a call.