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Overstaying...
October 13, 2008… A Monday I had been called into a supervisor’s office and asked my honest opinion about the day to day operations in the department. Pressed for my honest opinion, I gave it and some suggestions for opportunities for improvement with it. Because, naturally, a problem without a solution is just a complaint. Despite having asked for my opinion and received it quite professionally, the only response she would muster was – and I remember it like it was yesterday – “things just aren’t going to get any better.” At that moment, I decided that I could no longer remain in that situation and began shopping my resume around the company for a situation that would not land me under one of those “well at least we have a job”-ass supervisors. My problem was my effectiveness. I can have a laundry list of complaints about something, but if it is what I am tasked with doing to be sure to it that my mortgage gets paid, then I am turning over GOD level wor
True Story©... My Emotional Support Rooster™
You’ve seen them in the news and on the internets. People showing up to the airport with the damndest of animals; squirrels, peacocks, sugar gliders, children, hamsters/gerbils, untrained dogs and basically any other animal they probably shouldn’t be trying to bring into the passenger compartment in an airplane. Laws are catching up with these silly-ass attempts at shirking an otherwise ill-defined system and I guess it is all for the better. But did I tell y’all about my emotional support rooster? Stop laughing, it was a real thing. I didn’t even bother giving him a name. As the great both of you may be aware, I LIVE for a good inappropriate double entendre, and there is no doubler of the doubles of being able to talk about my cock and not having it exist as a reference to my winky. One could go as far as to say that my gymnastics with the English language is important to normal existence for me, so the existence of my pet rooster was an exercise in emotional s