WORK ISN'T ALL IT'S CRACKED UP TO BE

They say hard work won't kill you, but damn...it can wound you...My ass is dragging'....But things are looking up?...I guess you could call it that..My boss loves me and that's after I said 'fuck you' to him..Some times I amaze myself...I asked him if he saw that Inky and I had stocked all the product from the one cart (plus we were both busy on our registers) and he said you were supposed to do 2 of them..I (quick as a flash) said.."fuuuuck you"...and he cracked up laughing..Glad he has a great sense of humor or I'd be out of a job already... I started out with a 20 hour work week...that went by the side after 3 days..and I found out if I work 30 hours every week I am eligible for the insurance plan..which is really good...It's life, health, dental, vision, Dr's, and scripts..For $8 a paycheck and we get paid every 2 weeks..so that's $16...farm out!..It's sorta fun...but then I've always tried to make my job fun...other wise..why fucking bother..and I love working with Inky..even if he does run around behind me with a chair, telling me to 'sit...sit...'...

So I talked to Thom and he said if we can hire someone soon I can have the 30 hours and work the day shift from 9-3 and all I have to do is run the register and front products..no stocking...I emailed the Brat Prince and he is going tomorrow and see about going to work..how cool is that..Inky and I were talking about a friend of ours who is getting out of prison this Sept. and Thom said, "Why is it all the people you two know are either in jail, or getting out of jail?"...I said..'Hell, it's West, how smart do you think the criminals are?"

I have seen a bunch of old friends in the store..and they are all so supportive and glad to see me out among the living..Even though I have been back for 14 years..since I don't drink, don't go to the bars(cept for the occasional Cowboy games)and they are all still out there drinking and getting drunk..So they don't see me and figure if I'm not in the bars drinking, I must have moved away..jeez, some things never change..and I do mean somethings NEVER change...Inky and I were waiting for the clock to hit 8pm and he said..'there's Bimbo H.'...I said 'damn, I haven't seen him in at least 15 years or so..'....so he comes in and is drunk on his big ole fat ass...weaving drunk..looking for energy drinks and candy bars..He sees me and is all happy to see me so I go around the counter to get my hug and he hugs me real tight and unsnaps my bra...yup..somethings never change..This is the guy that when we first moved to West, we heard nothing but Bimbo stories...Bimbo beat this guy up, Bimbo tosses sticks of dynamite into the pond and caught 73 fish, Bimbo stabbed this guy with a screw driver..just a litany of Bimbo stories..and Maryjo is about 7-8 years old and has heard all the stories..so we're at the street dance getting soda pop from Pope's grocery and there's Bimbo..so we say our howdy's and I say 'Maryjo, this is Bimbo'..Maryjo looks at him slowly...from foot to head to foot.....then says:'I thought you would be bigger.'....

Bimbo being average high and weight...every one around us cracked up laughing..and he has never forgotten it either..

While working yesterday(today is one of my 2 days off) one of the ladies from the bank Linda K. came in with her daughter and grand baby...she was so glad to see me and to know I'm working and we talked for a long time and then when she checked out she reached across the counter and hugged my neck really tight and said:"you know we all love you so much at the bank, you're our favorite person.'....jeez..nearly made me cry..And people want to know why I won't live anywhere else but West, by Goddess, Texas.....And to top it off....Brat Prince's daddy Johnny gave me some deer sausage..how great is that?..

Don't know when I will have the energy to post again..may sneak in another stumble upon post..they crack me up...

y'all come back and see me now....ya hea?