It’s January and it’s raining

Yeh, I don’t get it at all.  Maybe it’s part of that global warming that Al Gore promised me or maybe it’s a shift of the polar ice caps or maybe it’s a reduction of the polar ice caps or a hunderty billionty other reasons why it’s raining in lieu of that icky bad white stuff falling from the heavens.  All I know it the roads are wet and the sidewalks are icy.  I know they’re icy cuz I damn near fell and busted my ass this morning coming to work.  I’m sure it was somewhat entertaining to see my ad lib break dance moves to keep from falling.

Now that this is out in the open and out of the way, we have yet another meeting of the organization’s “brains and power play makers” this week.  “No” I am not invited which is just fine by me since they tend to immediately dismiss whatever I suggest.  At first I was somewhat pissy about their approach with me and then I got to thinking about it.  I get paid the same whether I’m on the “A Team” or whether I’m on the “D Squad” so what do I care?  Let them have the illusion of power and control.  Retirement isn’t that far away and then this place is nothing more than a memory.

I can always blame Jason … who will just blame Gary anyway.