I talked to the scheduler about those vacation days she's over riding. She's singing a different tune now, lots of sour notes, not the warbled melody I heard several months ago. What's change? They combined the Decor and the Flooring departments. The hours she needs to schedule for the one combined department have increased. The scheduling system dictates the number of hours needed in the department every day. I threw a lame excuse at her about my Social Security (it really doesn't matter at this point) and she said she'd try and schedule me shorter days. That would work.
And what about Rick Gates electrifying testimony? Ramifications are exploding in all sorts of dazzling directions! Let's be honest here. These are the men the Idiot Jerk in the White House puts his trust in daily. And you think this is bad... wait until Michael Cohen starts chirping. My money says he's going to sing better than Brittany on one of her better days.
And then there was the Idiot Jerk. First there was "no collusion." Then there was "collusion is not a crime." Then that fat, orange crow started Tweeting something about Donnie Jr. In his mind, self-preservation means every one is expendable. It should come as no surprise to anyone that it was just a matter of time before he started singing some ragged lyric about "Throwin' Donnie under the bus...." and backing over him once or twice. Tire Tread Donnie didn't say much of anything, no doubt because there are not a lot of 'I's and 'Q's bouncing around between his ears.
Oh, and I did wack the hell out of my weeds yesterday when I got home from work. The temp was 91 (F). The humidity was rank. But believe me, it was nearly as criminal as those fools aligned with the Idiot Jerk in the White House.
The only really bad thing to happen to me in a while was a mosquito bite on the side of my knee. It too will pass.