Thursday, March 10, 2011

Sparrow's Fart

On my days off, I rarely visit my laborhood.  Most assuredly, I put in my time and speak proper work mouth. For example, I say yes m’am or sir, no bullocks, thank you goodbye, not piss off you son-of-a-motherless-goat.  The chasm between management and labor is an adversarial atmosphere.  My hope is to lead, inspire labor to greater form and discipline while on the clock and admonish only when it is required.  I opened this morning which meant I was out of bed at the crack of sparrow’s fart.  You are probably wondering right now if sparrow’s really do “float an air biscuit” in real life.  It is one of life’s great mysteries, if you will.  Since I blogged last, I have celebrated my dad’s birthday, attended the North Texas Irish Festival, transferred to another store, babysat my nephew by myself for the first time, skyped with my sister, bought a fancy juicer, and read the contents of Bridget Jones Diary.  Cheers!