Or is it the land of sulk and money? Today was day three in what feels like an never ending tunnel that I’m positive leads to Hell and I think I may have actually run screaming down it’s corridor with a lighter in my hand. What was the lighter for you ask, so I wouldn’t trip over anything unforeseen and to light my hair on fire when I reached the end. It is the land of sulk because not everyone is thrilled by my presence, OK so it’s just the one fella and I’ll use the term “fella” loosely. Every time I do something without him directly telling me it needs to be done he sulks, when someone says thanks for making them a nice sandwich he sulks. When I retreat to do the paperwork he sulks, big time.

Here’s a clue big boy, if you knew how to do the stinking paperwork I wouldn’t even be here! I would much rather be mowing the lawn (not my favorite thing to do) than to be stuck in the basement of a building that no one wants to be in. I thought in “John’s” absence that the mood would lighten up, perhaps the dark cloud that hangs over the place would evaporate and the sun would shine. No such luck though, it would seem that “John” has been replaced by a wee little flamer who resents anyone who has the ability to think for themselves. Maybe he thought I was coming in to be his little whipping boy, his own personal employee. Apparently he doesn’t appreciate that I am, at the very least, his peer and for this week anyway, his boss.

I now refer to it as the land of money because it now takes Steve one hour and 20 minutes to make what I make in the entire day. I smell a turn of the 7 to 1 ratio of housework