ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST . . .

Well, it happened over two weeks ago and is one of the reasons I can't manage a decent coordination of thoughts much less type them into something lucid and possibly entertaining . . .

Another one bit the dust. Clerk. That is. She left in the middle of the night. No sign of her the morning after but for a handwritten note with some BS story in it. Hmm.

A week later, through the seismic grapevine, it came to be known she just "didn't have enough 'her' time." Hmm.

Make no mistake, this is not an easy job. You're away from home a lot. It's a huge responsibility to admin a 100 man crew, multi-million dollar projects and all the accounting that entails. You get paid well for it.

Point? You get paid to work 12 hours a day -- not to have "me" time for 8 of those hours.

GRRR.

Subsequent thought: Why is it people expect to get paid very well and have to do absolutely nothing for it? It is a source of endless amazement to me . . .

I love my job. I love my job. I love my job.

However, not my company at the moment // more later on that one. The only thing I have been able to write is a blistering draft of an email that no one in their right mind would ever send to their "superiors" (scoffs) about the direction they are taking the company and their methodology that spells B-A-N-K-R-U-P-T-C-Y . . . can't go there today, can't go there today, can't go there today . . .

Except to throw out that I may head to Angola for some International experience and to get away from it all . . .

Thinking . . .

Thinking . . .

Thinking . . .

Hmm.

=)