
Friends,
Things have been pretty busy around the Damp Dog Lodge lately. How busy? I’ve been sick for two non-consecutive weekends, the drain lines in the Lodge are backed up (unrelated), the job search has intensified (also unrelated) and now that my dreams of a decent work schedule have been put down like a race horse named Mucilage, I’m officially leaving and arriving in the pitch black darkness. You in more northern latitudes may not care about the latter point, but we down here in the bottom of the lower 48 pay a little something called The Sunshine Tax. This is a penalty fee we incur for living in a place with nice weather that I cannot see unless I turn the high beams on.
I think I’ve got a solution: Move on to something fun that pays a little more. It solves the crushing solemnity of darkness problem and makes it easier to cover The Sunshine Tax.
There you go. Problem solved. Now all I’ve got to do is find a new fun gig. Shouldn’t be a problem.
Right?
– bob