Another sick dayPosted: October 30, 2006
Here I am, at home, slacking again. I called off sick from work. Never let it be said that I don’t plan ahead. I arranged this last week after I flunked PT. The boss has coverage for me today, tomorrow, and Wednesday. The Evil Empire’s new attendance policy ought to have me fired by sometime next week. M the Elder keeps saying “they can’t fire you for being sick!” Little does he know. How could he know? He’s spent too many years in the ivory tower. With tenure. There is no such thing as tenure when you work for the Evil Empire. We are all expendable (as in Merriam-Webster’s definition b. of the word: more easily or economically replaced than rescued, salvaged, or protected).
(Note: I know that M knows better. I’m exercising my right to sarcasm here this morning.)
What will save me is the fact that this is only black mark #2 (or, in official Evil Empire language, incident #2) on my record. I can have up to 4 incidents before the firing squad starts waving around the pink slips. Taking off 3 days in a row counts as 1 incident. Wooo-hooo! I can stay home all week. And next week, too.
I had planned on giving my two weeks notice today. M the Elder, ever the optimist, is against this idea. His reply when I mentioned this plan was, “But what if you start feeling better and want to work that last week or two before we move?” Want to work? Hehehe. He’s silly. I do see where he’s coming from, though. He wants me to be well enough to work. We could also use what ever extra money we can bring home between now and the start of his sabbatical. The trouble is, I think my boss took me seriously when in the grips of great pain last week I told her that I think it’s time for me to give my two weeks notice. She may have already started the process that will help me achieve that goal.
I’ll call her today and see what’s up. If she has started the process, I’m going to let it happen. I don’t gain much by screwing things up at this point (maybe a week or two of pay and let me tell ya, that’s really not much). The main thing I’m trying to avoid is the burning of the bridge that leads to employment with the Evil Empire. As much as I’m going to enjoy leaving, and even though I entertain thoughts and fantasies of never ever being an Evil Empire minion again, I don’t think it would be wise to cut myself off completely. Just in case. In case of what, you ask? I don’t know. It’s one of those all-encompassing just in case’s. Who knows what will happen in the future? I might even want to work for Wally World again someday. Hah.
Moving right along…
When we bought the property here at Breezy Acres there were several large barn stones laying around. M the Elder, thinking standing stones are a neat new way to decorate one’s property ( I completely agree with him and have encouraged this sort of creativity), was determined to stand them up. A year or two ago M the Elder and M the Younger managed to raise one of them. It stands proudly out front, looking a little like a tombstone. We’ve had an offer or two to buy it. Maybe we’ve started a trend.
There is a second, larger barn stone near the barn (heh, go figure). It has a round hole in it. At one point M the Elder was going through a pagan decorating phase and had hoped to position the stone so that the solstice sunrise would shine through the round hole. Or some such thing. Which would’ve been neato. But the stone is big. And very heavy. Just raising it was going to be a bit of a logistical (and strength) problem. He gave up on the idea of positioning the stone, but continued to think about ways to raise it.
And raise it he finally did:
Pretty cool, eh?
He had help from a neighbor who has one of those little bulldozer type things. I can’t remember what they’re called. I’m glad he didn’t attempt to use his truck again. He almost ripped the bumper off when he raised that last stone.
What’s interesting is that the shape of this stone is very similar to the shape of Ohio…sort of, kind of.
But Ohio doesn’t have a hole in the middle.
Liberalism is trust of the people tempered by prudence. Conservatism is distrust of the people tempered by fear. ~William E. Gladstone, 1866