Mimi and The Man

 

    The new job was easy to get and I swear nepotism had nothing to do with it. Maybe it was because getting paid in sugar  instead of cash was a no-go for other applicants but have you seen the cost of a 5 pound bag of Dixie Crystals lately? Sky high. And the sugar in this job is unlimited!  (For now. I'm told it gets less and less the more time you put in.) 

    The Man is a pretty typical middle manager type. You know the kind, a little fleshy, mostly bald except a weird rat-tail thing in the back. And 100% my way or the highway. Wants thing done yesterday. If I'm not quick enough, The Man throws a fit! Gets all red-faced and bug-eyed. Thank God he practices some sorta new age meditation that involves staring at a ceiling fan. I've never hearda such, but what every floats your boat, Bossman. 

    The guy's a sloppy eater. His food gets on his substanial cheeks and runs down his chin. And part of the J-O-B is to wash him up! And let me tell you, The Man can BELCH. Loudly. Doen't even bother to try to hide it or say excuse me.

    Honesly, I've never had a job I've been peed on before, but it happend last week. What the hell?  I promise you I've learned my lesson the damp way and won't let it happen again. 

    But this job does have some perks. You can wear whatever  you want and frankly, The Man wouldn't care if I wore my pajamas into work. Absolutely zero dresscode. Oh, and I can take snack and lunch breaks whenever I want, check out Insta and Facebook, and even sneak in a chapter or two of a book during downtime. These Gen Alphas! They throw the corporate guidebooks right out the window!

    I will say that when I get something right, every minute I work is totally worth it. To see the The Man's face light up with a smile, why I'd sell my soul for that! And don't get me started; I could listen to him talk all day from morning 'til night. I mean I can't understand a damn word he says but that's beside the point because he just makes me feel all warm inside. 

    At almost 64, I'll admit it does wear me out a little, and I've got a knee that needs replacing, but with my hub's help, I work around it. I'm tired when 2nd shift shows up, but I'm always proud of a job well done. 

    And usually, I sneak in a little more sugar on the way out the door.