
For Crew Leaders such as myself, that pretty much meant that we were whored out to other departments, which is a good thing, since the alternative is not working. At all. So I spent a good part of the week working in staff recruiting, which is short some 2,600 staffers in the district. (I still don't get that: 10% unemployment and folks aren't kicking each other to get in line for these jobs?)
By the end of the first day, my feet hurt so much that I was walking like your 95-year-old bald grandmother,
sans the convenience of a cane. My boots were not made for walking. After day two, despite more appropriate shoes, forget ever walking again. Just slide my ass down the street in the snow.I just kept repeating to myself, "Adventure, adventure, right?" and finally recognized this as an ideal photo opp in new nabes, filled with funky/stately/historic architecture... in addition to singing all day long, in my head, "There Are Worse Things I Could Do," from "Grease."




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I worked for the Census back in 2000 & the husband just applied for a job with them last week. I don't think they're hiring here though for a couple of weeks. I met some true critters when I worked for them. Some of those Deliverance types with 1 tooth, a banjo and possibly one working brain cell.
ReplyDeleteBe careful out there Chuck, too many weird mean folks in the world anymore.
I so sowwy I made your widdles footsies hurt!
ReplyDeleteBut at least your didn't have to deal with ms. daisy!
I love you baby!
Your 'sister' from another mister.