Be Careful What You Wish For…

Oooh! It’s a big secret! Keep your big yapper shut! Stuff somethin’ in that piehole of yours, will ya?

Okay, just between you and me I’ve got a little secret to tell. Ready?

i’m trying to find a job closer to the damp dog lodge so i can move and live there full time because i’m sick and tired of america’s finest city

There, I said it. Of course that wouldn’t be the case if I hadn’t actually spilled that smoldering pot of baked beans to my coworkers this morning. It also didn’t hurt that one of my compatriots in the department had managed to blast a giant hole in his own foot this week. The one with the job I’m looking to take over. Yeah, the one that’s closer to my real house.

“What about the commute down the hill?” “Do you really want to work for them?” “Will you be able to stand the politics?”

Bah! Pooh! I can’t be bothered with those little details. All I know are these things: paying for two houses is killing me to death; San Diego is brimming with evil politicians/traffic/gas price gougers/and, um, some other bad things too.

But hey, what recommends the joint anyway? Family and friends. That’s about it. Oh yeah, my current job and the people there as well.

Um, there’s a little problem though (isn’t there always? that’s so done. -ed Nice to see that you showed up this week. – bob). It’s there and I’m here. Oh, that other guy also has to do something really bad to get canned and he hasn’t really decided to swap jobs with me at this point either.

So keep that under your hat anyway, okay?

Your pal,

bob