Drafty Sam

Well, there’s still a draft near my bed. This marks the fifth dwelling I’ve lived in that has a draft near my bed. A trusty stuffed animal blocking the stream of draft usually does the trick. That’s where Sam comes in.

Sam (don’t ask me why that’s his name) came into my life almost twenty years ago, Christmas 1986. He had a ridiculous red sweater with white snowflakes on it and a red hat sewn to both ears. At some point, I un-sewed the hat (how undignified) and got rid of the sweater (polar bears don’t need sweaters.) Sam took up permanent residence in the corner that blew cold air near my old bed. The wall and floor had started to separate, thus creating a draft. Sam made a good draft-killer.

I hate to say that I need Sam’s services yet again.

He was placed in the hamper to go out with the laundry for about 4 days, and the drafties snuck in. Probably explains why my neck’s a bit stiff. He was washed with the blankets and towels and had a nice spritz of Downy (Snuggle is a potential rival.) Last night, he made his October debut, crammed into the side of my bed. No draft! Plus the fact that Dexter likes sleeping on him, which is why I had to launder Sam in the first place. Cat hair on a stuffed bear = too much hair!

In other news, more people are jumping ship. It’s joyous to see good people who’ve had enough stand up and say, “You’ve GOT to be kidding me!” Three more interviews on Wednesday. I have nine vacation days. Use ‘em or lose ‘em, so Wednesday’s as good a day as ever.

And I can hear Bag O’Rocks voice in my head, “Well, you’re NOT here more than you are.” That choice comment made its way onto my last “evaluation.” NOT here more than I am. That’s toooo funny. Whatever the hell that meant, I’ve no idea.

(as I count the years since my last real vacation. HA!)