I'm secretly plotting the snipping of two of my bosses, one a female. Why? Well, seems there's a serious storm heading for the Texas Coast. Now that is nothing particularly noteworthy except...
The two bosspersons each have nice houses that front the water. The two bosspersons have (God knows why) some valuable art and artifacts in their respective "getaways". One, the guy boss, has not one, but TWO boats at his place.
So, at 3AM(!!) this morning Yoli gets a phone call. It's da' boss (male) calling to tell me he needs help in evacuating his fancy stuff and his boats from the coast "just in case". At around 4AM, as your lovable little Yoli is stumbling into the shower, the female boss calls...same song, second verse, except there's no boat to move.
Soooo, in a few moments, I'm gonna be part of a convoy to the coast. Our merry little band of somewhat disgruntled employees will pack stuff, load boats onto trailers, secure what we cannot move, then convoy North on what are predicted to be clogged highways.
(I just thought of something...if a person is disgruntled, can he or she become all nice and gruntled once the crisis has passed? How does one go about gruntling a disgruntled person?)
Now, I AM a loyal little trooper in our firm. I am well-paid. Some might say excessively so. I am entrusted with some of the most delicate and confidential matters. But, how does this obligate me to risk self to assist someone who ought to have better sense than to stock a vulnerable coastal "cabin" with stuff that belongs in a museum?
To make matters worse, I have a hangover (I was s'posed to semi-work at home today.) Even more worse (worser?), once the storm is over, we get to go back down there, towing the same two boats, and clean up whatever damage may have been inflicted on the structures.
Oh, yeah, since I'm the "outdoorsy" girl in the mix, I get to drive an effing huge diesel "Duallie" with a 24 foot boat attached thereto. That should make heavy traffic all the more enjoyable. At least I'll have a copilot (God.)
Good day, and thanks for letting me vent.
(Pray for me!)
I'd rather have a yeast infection!
Yolanda The Ticked-Off Girl In San Antonio