I hate to fire another salvo in the Christmas decoration battles, but I wanted to show my contribution to our decorating. I put up this star on the front door. All by myself. Sure Mrs. Sneed told me to get it out of the shed and put it up and then told me that the cord looked ridiculous, but I affixed it to the door and plugged it in. She's a beauty, isn't she?
I may not decorate for Christmas or even have any real Christmas spirit, but I had the most difficult Christmas task of all today. Mrs. Sneed made me go find a gift for Cletus Sneed, homeless guy.
What do you get a guy that has nothing and sells everything you give him? I opted for clothes, which I'm sure will not be to his liking, but that's not my problem. It's the damn thought anyway.
I also went to the restaurant where we are getting our food for the Christmas Eve party. Like most occasions we will be having Mexican food. The guy gave me a great deal, about half the cost of last year. Go figure. They kind of charge whatever occurs to them. This year I got a guy who was feeling generous.
Someone and I not saying it was Kurt, made a smark-alecky remark the other day about my potential career in the exciting field of retail hardware. I believe the exact comment was, "I knew retirement wouldn't last."
I resent the implication that I don't have what it takes to be completely idle. I believe that these past six months have proven that I could be totally useless, if I chose to be. But I don't.
I may not get to make the choice though. According to the manager of the store, she was going to call me today, should I be selected for this coveted position. She didn't call. There are a lot of reasons that might have prevented her from calling me. Reasons that aren't prefaced by the thought, "I'm not hiring that freak". Good reasons. Solid reasons.
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 judgmental and cranky