On The Clock

My eye cracked open at exactly 4:57 am this morning, three minutes before the alarm clock made that horrible noise that really ought to be reserved for, say... I don't know, Armageddon? I squinted into the darkness trying to focus on the numbers on the clock. It didn't help that yesterday didn't wind down until about 11:30 pm and the aptly named "wee hours" were met with at least three trips to the WC.

I rose like the undead and stumbled to the shower. A quick spritz and a shot of caffeine to reanimate my lifeless corpse and I was out the door by 5:30. Life at the PGCBF begins at 6:00, and for the next eight hours my ass belongs to the Man. You load sixteen tons and what do you get?

--Weekends off and paid every Friday.

And I really enjoy my job. Sure, it isn't the most glamorous job in the world. But it is an honest day's wages, and it keeps me off the streets. I'm feeling less like the FNG too. Old Raymond has been asking me questions like, "Are you married?" and "Do you drink?" Whereas before he only asked me things like, "Are you stupid or something?"

Stupid is as stupid does, Mister Raymond.

I spoke to the Borg Queen at Drones-R-We, the staffing agency that got me the job, and she said Old Raymond told her I was doing, "Great."

"The Collective is pleased," She said.

"Thanks Debbie... Er, I mean, Your Highness."

Seems Tehuti's renown is growing too. I got a home to a message that John Bigbooty, the recruiting director at Yo-YoDyne Propulsion Systems, where Mercy works, wants to interview me for a position. Hmmm... The last time I talked to them I got the old don't-call-us-we'll-call-you routine. I never expected that they actually would.

My skies are getting bluer all the time. It seems where ere I go they've read the name of Tie-dyed Tehuti in Glory. Who would have thought I would have so many options, now that I'm thin and pretty?

Yep, the Gary Owen sounds pretty sweet on the sunny side of the street.

Comments

"You must have been a beautiful baby
You must have been a wonderful child
When you were only starting to go to kindergarten
I bet you drove the little [girls] wild.
And when it came to winning blue ribbons
You must have shown the other kids how.
I can see the judges' eyes as they handed you the prize
You must have made the cutest bow.
You must've been a beautiful baby
'Cause baby look at you now."

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I'm glad others are starting to appreciate what I've known all along.