Thursday, March 1, 2018
The curse of being famous
The last couple of months have been non-optimal. A family member is quite ill -- I'll not get into details -- but it's been a tough row to hoe for a while. Tough in the ways you might expect but also even tougher in ways you might not expect. One bit of fallout is that I've bailed out of nearly all of the rest of the world. I've barely touched the interwebs for months now -- not even to peruse the peruvian porn sites -- and on balance I think I'm healthier for it. I may write about this period in detail at some point, but today isn't that point.
No, today is the day to write about the curse of being famous. Which is actually no curse at all in my case. Rather, it's a blessing.
This morning I rolled into the cornvenience where I've been working the night shift this winter. I wanted a cup of coffee and also wanted to see how the new(ish) manager is getting along. Again, I'll not go into detail, but she's really had a non-optimal experience since she got here just before Thanksgiving. She's got a metric shit-ton of grit and determination though, and I really admire that. A real champion of suck it up and drive on. I'm pulling for her and try to do as much as I can to provide support. Mostly just by doing the best job I can. I'm not in management and I don't want to be (will not be) in management, but I can be the guy who can be relied on to suit up, show up, and do it right. It's not much, but it's what I got.
Anyway, I roll in for a cup of joe and a brief confab and the manager says, "Hey, I'm supposed to tell you to get your ass back to work on your blog!"
Made for a big bright spot in my day, it did.
And gave me some marching orders, which I will do my best to comply with.
BTW, did I mention it's winter? Last week we went from 65 degrees at 3 p.m. to minus 16 degrees at midnight with five inches of snow. Yep, that's the winter I know and love.
Bonus footage of a big koyote kegger: