Dickidoo has decided to accept my appeal and has agreed to let me keep my beloved pick-up Big Red for one more year. Of course in doing so he has committed himself to repairing the somewhat sticky steering that has pumped up my right biceps to a glorious tone of brawn and muscle. I look like a right handed Popeye.
I have a new job. I still work at "The Store", but in a new department. I can't discuss it online, but what I will say is that I have an office. And with that office come KEYS! I have KEYS! And PEOPLE! I have PEOPLE! Woo Hoo! I even have my very own file cabinet drawer. Okay, so it's just a drawer, but if I do good I will get my very own FILE CABINET! Hey, in my job if you have an office, let alone a file cabinet drawer then you're SOMEBODY!
So let me tell you about my first day in my job as SOMEBODY. I'm dancing through the hallway jingling my keys so everyone will see that I have keys to an office, with my very own file cabinet drawer, and I stop in front of the office to try out my new keys. The first key doesn't work so I try the second key. It didn't work either so I try again. Then I spot a second lock so I try each of the keys in it. Once again my efforts are unsuccessful. Dumbfounded I step back and study the door as if through the power of telepathy I could unlock the locks. That was when I noticed the narrow peep window in the door. My office doesn't have a narrow peep window. For the past few minutes I had been trying, under the careful surveillance of a couple of security cameras, to break into the store manager's office.
I finally got into MY office, and opened my file cabinet drawer where I found my training packet. Its a beat up old file cabinet drawer, a little rusty in the corners, but it's all mine, in my musty little office. Tomorrow I get voice mail and an email address. I'm moving on up. Yahoo!