Paint splatter
Friday, and the “trumphant” sideshow continues. Another top advisor, cut loose. From here, a war by attrition. When there’s nobody left to impress, the man will take all his marbles and go home. I shouldn’t be concerned, as this is going on in another country. However, much like when an inexperienced house painted gets busy in a gale, the drops of pigment are flying everywhere. Onto the neighbouring house, for example. Until he runs out of paint, or the gales diminish, the rest of us had better wear protective clothing. Never has a ball cap seemed so necessary, before now.
I had my day scheduled around assisting at a local function. Got there, and decided that the group involved didn’t really want a “new team member”. Just that feeling, you know. I’ll make a second attempt in the morning, and if it doesn’t play out any better I’ll go back to life as I live it best.
The dog is stressed. We have overnight guests, and he doesn’t want to be left out. However, his only outlet is to eat as many biscuits as possible. Yes, we’re abetting the acting out, but dogs don’t come with a manual of instruction. I just hope he gets bored and goes to bed. I just hope I get bored. You know what I mean.
It’s probably too late to eat supper (I skipped it earlier this evening). I won’t fade away from one missed meal, but breakfast seems like a long way off. Perhaps a cold glass of milk will suffice.
