Worky before Turkey



Well, the deluge has begun, kiddies. People are leaving the office, things are just nuckin futso around here.



Strange dreams plagued me all weekend long. Shifting shapes, dropping off things, stammering down Escher-like steps, falling, flying, headaches, backaches, achy legs and feet. And this was laying down! My subconscious is working overtime, I swear.



Got my coffee, having my cranberry muffin. Eyes barely open, thank god for extra strength mascara to keep me blinking. That way I fool people into thinking I'm awake.



Kashi has a meat store twin! Yes, the meat and pork store near my apartment has a non-white calico with a split-personality face---orange on one side, black on the other. Swirly with orange, like fire. Chubby, happy, very content to sit near the provolone and salami. I always seem to find the stores with cats, but I've been going to this place for years and never noticed this bugaboo. Probably since I went in right before closing, they must have let him out to roam. All that carnivorous joy! Steak, chicken, pork, pepperoni, bacon, stock, bones, chicken livers. The scraps alone would explain the purring and contented looks! Glad to know that. Cangianos has one, too. Had one in Bensonhurst when I was there, too. My Aiello's is now a Key Food. They had a big dog in the back.



Other than that, my weekend was uneventful. Redid the resumes--redhead's and mine to prepare for the job smackdown that is now affecting us. I might be safe, Red's barely hanging on. Oh well, there's dignity in all work, I guess. The more I try and tell this to certain people, the less they listen. It's much easier to complain, lie, and get people to buy you things. That's sad, if you ask me.