Memorial Day Musings
So this was the Memorial Day weekend here in the U.S., and it’s basically a holiday that either you don’t give a damn about, or you impose way too much significance. When I was a kid growing up in Ohio, it was the day my mom took fresh cut peonies to the cemetery, and us kids got to take off the day from school. As I got older, it was a day I got off from work. When I got in the military I found out for the first time that it was a day to remember those who died in the service of our country.
Now it’s back to just being a day I get to stay home from work. BFD, right? pretty much. Here lately my shoulder has been giving me trouble. I was hoping this long weekend would give me a chance to give it enough rest so it would self-heal. Needless to say, it’s not really getting any better. I guess I’m getting too old for the body’s magical regenerative properties to work effectively.
Oh, did I mention I got that promotion I was talking about? No, not that one, the one after. It seems I get to be group leader ahead of schedule. Can you imagine that? Me, a wisecracking smartass who operates a joke of the day site, gets to command a bunch of temps on a newly re-opened 2nd shift. Now that’s a twisted sense of humor!
The worst part is, I can’t keep anyone. They all keep quitting on me… Well, some of them weren’t worth a damn, and since a group leader can’t actually fire anyone, I just made sure they didn’t hurt themselves until management could fire them. The ones that actually put in a half-hearted effort simply found better jobs that paid better and moved on.
So that’s about it. No illustration this week. My shoulder hurts too much. Until next time.