Things went to eleven today at work. Normally, the old stress meter tops out at ten, but over the last holiday weekend management came in and had the old stress meters replaced with new ones that go up to eleven. This was just another sign that this is going to be a very long hot summer at work this year. Memorial Day is generally considered to be the beginning of the summer season, but this morning one young wag was exclaiming how much he was already looking forward to the summer of 2015.
I’m going to fly out of this cuckoo’s nest tomorrow, if the good Lord is willing and the creeks don’t rise. I’m headed to Seattle for a long weekend, a working weekend. I plan on working lots of long hard hours and earning lots of money too and getting away from the office. At least that is my plan. What I’m supposed to work on isn’t there though. It’s stuck on the road and could very well be still stuck there all weekend long. In which case, I could end up having an all expenses paid vacation to Seattle. Not really, I would feel obligated to work at least a normal shift, but it would not be work that I could not just as easily do here in Saint Louis. I would normally beg off and wait to see if my ship comes in or not, but I have not received a single iota of wavering from my boss. These days, he is running around with his hair on fire so much, he is beginning to look like the eternal flame. This is what happens when someone turns the old stress meter up to eleven.