Thursday, July 11, 2013

Six mozzarella sticks and an ice cream sandwich is not a nutritious lunch.

I’m worried about Sam. There’s a big, important in-house client hoo-hah going on at work this week, and he’s been pulling an impossible 12-hour shift from 4 p.m. to 4 a.m. This morning he didn’t actually get home until 5. Sam managed to sleep (in bed) until the landscapers showed up at 10 to wake the dead with their mowing, whacking and leaf blowing, after which he drank a vanilla phosphate and napped on the couch almost nonstop until 3, waking up once for a really measly lunch (six lukewarm mozzarella sticks and an ice cream sandwich) and once more to shower. He’s exhausted. And it’s about to get worse.

Just before he walked out the door this afternoon Sam had to login to the U.S. District Court website in Dallas … and he found out he’s supposed to report tomorrow for JURY DUTY at 7:45 a.m. Holy crap, people, how the hell is he supposed to do that if he doesn’t get home from work until 5 in the morning?

From where I sit, Sam has a couple of options. He can either: 1) try to finagle a postponement with the U.S. District Court; or 2) tell his boss that somebody has to relieve him at midnight so he can come home and go to bed. Personally, I vote for door number two, because Sam could use a good night’s sleep and I know he was looking forward to jury duty. He’s checked the court website every day for two solid weeks and this is the first time he’s been asked to show up. Tomorrow is the last day.

Again, holy crap.

In other news ... I HEAR THUNDER! Thunder! After weeks and weeks of nothing but really hot, humid weather (upper 90s) and sunshine, all of sudden it’s overcast and THUNDERING with a bunch of interesting little storms in the area! Whether or not we’ll actually get any genuine rainfall remains to be seen, but it sure is nice to imagine the possibilities. (We’ve been stuck in a drought here in north Texas for almost three years. Yee-haw.) In case you’re interested, the red star on the following map denotes Howdygram headquarters in Mesquite.
My feet hurt again and I think I should lie down for a while and treat myself to a lousy movie, such as  X: The Unknown (1956) starring Dean Jagger as a scientist who’s chasing a wad of radioactive pancake batter all over Scotland. That’s Dean on the right (below), the one in the cool scientific hat.
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