Originally published on my long dead Xanga page.
I’m not sure that I have anything very specific to write about tonight, but I feel like I shouldn’t leave this page alone for too long or it might die on me. I won’t be able to write any more long prolific posts during my lunch break because I am no longer allowed to bring my computer with me. My boss, in his infinite wisdom, has decided that all problems at LifeWay can somehow be traced back to me, and so now he wants to remove any possible “distractions.” It must be working though. *cough* I was told today that I was doing a “great job” after being told only two days ago that my performance was “mediocre at best.” (Yes, he actually told me that.) Oh well, hopefully something will work out in the very near future that will allow me to turn in the keys that I am “very privilaged to be holding” and walk out the door that I am “very privilaged to have a key to.” You better believe that letter I’m writing to LifeWay grows a little more each day.
On the plus side, I recieved a bootleg CD copy of the long out of print (and banned) Disney classic Song of the South today. I haven’t heard Uncle Remus’s stories about Brer Rabbit and the briar patch or the tar baby since I was a little boy. I’m really excited! Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah….
I guess that’s about it tonight. I better go get some rest so I can do another “great job” again tomorrow. (By the way, for those that don’t know, I work in the stockroom. The reason for my compliment for the big chief today was because I took a lot of boxes that were sitting on the floor, and I moved them to a shelf. I know this sounds like a huge feat that I should be very proud of, but, well… it’s not, and, well…. I’m not. I gotta be able to use my brain a little more each day or it may just turn into stockroom soup.) Time to go for now.