Through some stealth eleventh hour negotiations — namely, a terse reminder that my contract had been breached — a new contract plus two weeks advance against future earnings is being overnighted to me.
As Hemingway said, never bet against a man who has nothing to lose in a pugilistic contest.
Filed under: Boil Some Water
“…comes up swinging – fist from the floor!“
God love Bloody Sam (and Kris too)
“If you haven’t been crazy yet, you still have a lot coming to you.” Hem in the Battler.
Good News: 1. C is home and all quiet on the home front. 2. Your advance in the mail.
I found a 1/2 gallon jug of Crown Royal worth more than $100 hidden in a closet. Like a fool I took it outdoors and smashed it with a brick Pulverizing an old foe gave me a thrill. After checking my bank balances online, however, I could sure use a double shot of that stuff. “Act in haste; repent at liesure.”
Wha–? You smashed up a bottle of Crown Royal? Mack, Mack, Mack …
Hoorah for payday!
I got a ridiculous deal on a room in Vegas for Thanksgiving weekend, so we will come visit then.
(This is actually an old tradition from my childhood I am reviving. Until I got married, a vast majority of my Thanksgiving dinners were eaten at Las Vegas buffets.)
We will be here, Julie.