Just going to ramble away about the week so far. Feels to me like I should be getting ready walk out the door and begin my Labor Day weekend. Sure doesn’t feel like it’s only Wednesday. Not a terrible week so far, just full of surprises. “A grab-bag of bullshit” is how I referred to it to one co-worker earlier. Fortunately, it was sales-ace Paul, and he fixed-me up with some Down Home Meats sausage to grill this weekend. That helped a bit to ease the burn of mind-boggling intermittent auto problems (and the accompanying big bill), minor health issues, financial surprises (“I ordered what?”) and an overly flatulent dog. That last one is also intermittent, but I figured I’d throw it in. Besides, she likes the Down Home sausage too. It causes no negative issues. Good thing is the j-o-b rarely, if ever gets me down. Some things maybe, like trying to find a board-operator to work on a holiday might bug me a bit. (Did I mention we’re hiring?) But overall, I know what to expect here. And by the way, it was on or about August 13 that I marked my 17th year here at the station. Mostly because I love the gig, and the people I do it with. When I show up in the morning, I know what to expect. No bank-balance surprises. When I turn the key she fires right up. When I bite into my sammich my tooth doesn’t come apart. And it never smells of dog farts.