Fly Dropping

Honestly, I love to work. I don't really have anything else to do, as sad as that may sound to the uninitiated reader. If I feel like I am accomplishing things, and that money is being made, I don't care, I'm happy in the office. What else could I be doing with my time that's more productive? At this point in my life, I don't need a balanced schedule. Maybe I'll burn out eventually, but I don't foresee that occurring for awhile.

Three arduous months ago, on my first day of "Le Travail" I was taken out to lunch. The other trainee and I were escorted by a successful salesman to a quaint little place called "Jazz Cafe." I ate soup, chicken and rice. Every meal here is served with soup. Even on the hottest of days.

At noon, both of them quit, simultaneously and independently. I'm the only of our May 13th lunchtime trio that remains employed.

The good news, is they interviewed a new guy today. I'm gaining seniority quickly...