17 days to go...

We're now down to 17 days until the Big Four-Oh. Hooray! (How's that for sounding optimistic?) To help pass the time I'm sitting here listening to a little live Muddy Waters while trying to avoid my annoying manager. The supe is on vacation this week, so my manager ("Skippy Whitebread" as he's known) is driving me nuts instead. Fortunately he'll be gone for two weeks here shortly, so I should be able to get something done. Skippy is a nice enough fellow, but there's a reason why they market OCD medications...

It's really loud here in our veal pens today - one of the other department manager's wives is currently appearing on The Price Is Right, so his entire team is standing around watching TV instead of working. (Hey, I'm blogging. So I have to right to talk, now do I?) In a few minutes she'll win $10,000 worth of crap - a hot tub, $3400 worth of patio furniture, and if she's lucky, some Rice-A-Roni and Turtle Wax. Good for them. I like winning prizes, so I'll never fault anyone for that. I'm just glad I don't have to pay the IRS for accepting $10K worth of stuff I don't have room for.

Soon I'll have to tell you all about my employer, but that's a post that's far too long to post now. Let's just say that I'm not so thrilled with life here. But I have an exit plan. It'll take me two years to complete, but once I'm ready, look out world. Here comes ol' Tommy G.

So that's it for now. I'm working. My co-workers are watching Bob Barker. The lovely Mrs. G. is stuck on jury duty today. See? It could be worse.

More soon...