Thanksgiving Eve

Today was a slow day for the most part. Many, many people from work were missing today and several of them confused me with the person they meant to leave as their alternate contact on their voice mail. I had very many, terribly important phone calls today from folks who just had to have an answer today. Regretfully, I was not up to the task and several were disappointed with my efforts. I hope this doesn't ruin their Thanksgiving holiday. Then there was the boss. For some reason he showed up today with the intention of sending me emails asking questions that had nothing to do with me in particular or our workgroup in general. Since I was among the few in attendance, I was the big winner. As I've pointed out before, my boss confuses random actions with results, so he was quite satisfied to send me on his wild goose chases. It was all very managerial. I intended to bug out early, but the boss. sensing this, sent me a final and ill-timed missive which delayed my escape. What good is a holiday-shortened week if you can't shorten it even further? To make matters worse, Mr. Boss apparently hit the send button on the final idiotic email as he fled the building, because when I went to deliver my response, he was gone for the weekend. This evening I went to my bowling league as usual. There are usually three leagues bowling on Wednesday evening, an all-womens league, a mixed-league of men and women and our all-male league. Tonight we were the only league bowling, because evidently women do most of the Thanksgiving cooking and they needed to stay home to prepare. Speaking of Thanksgiving preparations, daughter Sneed is having our Thanksgiving dinner at her home tomorrow, so she is busy preparing. The Sneedlet was busily disrupting the preparations, so I had to make an emergency dash to their house to get him out of there. He fell asleep on the way to our house and is now safely asleep in his Thomas the Tank Engine bed. All's well that ends well, and you can quote me on that. Merle. Things in this blog represented to be fact, may or may not actually be true. The writer is frequently wrong, sometimes just full of it, but always judgemental and cranky Tag: Daily Life Personal Finance Humor