Experience Required . . . .

Office rant to the suits: If you must sign off on this damned scrap form for $500k then you might want to be at your EFFing desk sometime during the EFFing day!!!!!

Geez, some people. There are certain aspects of my day job where I must have approval to write hundreds of thousands of dollars off the books. It has to be done but somewhere along the line "the man" determined that I alone cannot make such a decision. FINE! Then make yourself available to approve this shit when it needs to be done before the end of the quarter!!!!

Okay, I'm done with that.

I've fallen into a rut of going through the motions. My writing is stalled, my brain is on autopilot and to be quite honest, I haven't been worth a crap lately. I blame in on summer vacation where I'm forced to play camp counselor.

So, I've set down some rules. Monday's is Carowinds day since there aren't many people at the park that day. Tuesday is now a writing day. Wednesday and Thursday will be spent at the community pool and Friday is another writing day.

I've laid down the law with the kids and their pesky little friends. They can come over, but if I even hear so much as a peep out of anyone then OUT THEY GO! My kids have the job of keeping their friends away from the snack cabinet and away from the soda stash. I bet I've spent over $200.00 on snacks that just amazingly disappear.

"Where did all the soda go?" I asked yesterday. "I bought at least 48 cans at the store on Sunday."

"Uh . . . I don't know," was the answer.

"Well, let me clue you in," I hissed. "They're all over the freakin' yard, open and half full."

Out comes the garbage bag and four little B's are trekking the yard picking up trash from days past.

Well, I'm off to get my life back.

BK