Is it over?

I dared to go shopping yesterday. Had to...ran out of everything during the commercially induced rampage. It wasn't too bad. Of course I did not set foot near a mall.

Now for the true and good meaning of the Holidays...the holiday part!!! NOT working, spending time with family and friends, being a free me til January 5th.

Well...I was not supposed to be free. The big overseer wanted me to work through it all to complete their latest half-assed project. He plans to-but he makes about 3 times my salary and actually gets to take his vacation time. And hey, I'm not the one who made it all FUBAR!

To add some insult to this request they bribed me with...uh...exactly nothing. No money, and they've already proved to me their policy on taking the time at a later date...it just never happens man. My apologies to Janice ;-) If you keep track of extra hours and take it anyways, as I did this summer, they dock us for it. Short memories they have.

That's funny-so I'm going to give up my time off (and a way more enjoyable and profitable side project to boot) out of some misguided sense of obligation? Love? Loyalty? To cheap chiselling lying ingrates? It is to laugh. Their is NO amount of compensation they could have offered anyways, I am not selling my freedom.

I am relishing it, as I relish every minute of every day I'm not in their nasty harness. Their disapproval means nothing to me....

It's hard to believe they would even think I'd give up my time, or dare to ask, after the way these faceless owners have treated their newly aquired slaves. It makes one wonder...do people in their position lose their humanity after too much dollar-worshipping? Forget what it's like to be a regular Joe or Jane? Lose any understanding of how to motivate (and demotivate) others? Or are they truly as stupid as they seem to be?

I slept in, I'm in my bathrobe, soon I will make some bacon and eggs.....something that I rarely have time to either cook or enjoy, and then go visit some pals in the city. The company cell is off and I am screening my calls on the landline. Bad Dog is curled up by the fire and will move for no one and I like it that way.

In Freedom,