Ball Itchin' Early
I started my new job today at Schnider Electric, it was the first time I've had to wake up before 10 since the whole crew went to Alberta. I got out of bed at 6:50 and muttered "It's ball itchin' early." Imagine my excitement when I learned the standard starting time is 7 am, now THATS ball itchin' early! I think a methadone type system is needed to ween people like me off unemployment insurance. Day one starts at 11, day two 10 day three 9 and so on down to 8; that's the limit. This company I'm working for is really by the book: affirmative action; posters of bears telling you to shift you weight; I have a feeling someone might try to hug me. Quite a change from my former supervisor who liked to know how often her employees were whacking off. Oh well, the gravy train was good while it lasted, but there was always something keeping me from fully enjoying my few months of freedom: the sickly feeling that I would soon be back at the grindstone, regretting I didn't grab the world by the balls when I had the chance.