I tried to take them, but they are so ugly I can't show them. I need more snow on the ground to create a reflection. It's just too dark for my camera...or I am stupid and don't know who to make it better? I'll check my settings tomorrow. damit to hell.
One hundred and forty six sleeps until I retire. one.hundred.and.forty.six days until I can wear my PJ's all day if I want to. Gord of course will never retire...it's not in his genes. His dad worked until the day he died, and his older brother still works at the age of 67 because he loves what he does. So, that makes me feel like a bit of a slacker....and I know I will feel the need to do something else. But that something else will be what I want it to be.
I have a few irons in the fire for some type of business which may or may not pan out... a girl can try. If not...screw it, I'll put my PJ's back on. I am getting very excited about this "not working shit"...so I took a day off work this week, because ..hey I needed a mental health day....I never do shit like that, but I see more of them in my future before they kick my ass out the door. 14 years of my life I gave to them, and they just couldn't see me through to my 65th birthday and into my Canada Pension. I am pissed and I am also happy...I don't know which way to smile. Turn my bum sideways...
I will meet with the big wigs in the first week of January to see what they are going to offer me for a compensation package. Like I have choice...we don't have anything written in stone for that kind of thing. But, I have a few things I will bring to the table that might make them take notice.
I have nothing to loose anymore.
balonie...is a little upset with all this shit and wishes it was over and done with.