It's not the fall the kills you, it's the sudden stop at the end. Not real sure who said that but it is still true. The same is true for what we endure each day of our lives. Each day we find ourselves falling at some point, not literally but figuratively. As we fall we fear all that may happen or have to deal with the harsh words, evil looks or banishment. Then the end where punishment is meted out and we deal with the sudden stop.
The Whiney Troll is up to something, having spoken to our resident "inHuman" Resources generalist (that is bureaucratic code for Useless Corporate Toady). The "fearless leader" is being very quiet about it, when I asked them directly all I received in reply was a "yes". My guess is that an investigation is being done for discrimination or hostile work place or some other bullshit idea the Troll has concocted in their sick little mind. Either way, I could not care less. If the Mine thinks that the Troll could do what my co-worker and I do, then more power to them.
I have heard very little from the Tick of late. It seems that someone is being asked to work long, odd hours. Boy, who would have thought that you would have to work so much, so hard at a real job that pays real money on a regular basis? As we have heard nothing regarding the emergent medical condition of the significant other, I can only guess that their condition turned into having HPV and nothing more. Once again, it's not the fall, but that sudden stop at the end.
Our trip is getting closer and packing has begun. We are nearing the thirty days to go mark and I for one am looking forward to not being here. Even if the business plan(s) fall through, I still plan on moving there eventually. If that means opening a bed and breakfast type of business, then that is what I shall do. You make a plan, you implement it and then you make adjustments to the plan along the way as need dictates. Borrowing a line from an old television show, "It's not what you fling, but the fling itself that matters"(Chris Stevens, Northern Exposure). I may be still in free fall but I am planning on that sudden stop being in paradise.
The Whiney Troll is up to something, having spoken to our resident "inHuman" Resources generalist (that is bureaucratic code for Useless Corporate Toady). The "fearless leader" is being very quiet about it, when I asked them directly all I received in reply was a "yes". My guess is that an investigation is being done for discrimination or hostile work place or some other bullshit idea the Troll has concocted in their sick little mind. Either way, I could not care less. If the Mine thinks that the Troll could do what my co-worker and I do, then more power to them.
I have heard very little from the Tick of late. It seems that someone is being asked to work long, odd hours. Boy, who would have thought that you would have to work so much, so hard at a real job that pays real money on a regular basis? As we have heard nothing regarding the emergent medical condition of the significant other, I can only guess that their condition turned into having HPV and nothing more. Once again, it's not the fall, but that sudden stop at the end.
Our trip is getting closer and packing has begun. We are nearing the thirty days to go mark and I for one am looking forward to not being here. Even if the business plan(s) fall through, I still plan on moving there eventually. If that means opening a bed and breakfast type of business, then that is what I shall do. You make a plan, you implement it and then you make adjustments to the plan along the way as need dictates. Borrowing a line from an old television show, "It's not what you fling, but the fling itself that matters"(Chris Stevens, Northern Exposure). I may be still in free fall but I am planning on that sudden stop being in paradise.
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