Tomorrow morning at 0900, I am in charge of a work-gang of parents who are supposed to be doing lawn-work, hurricane cleanup, and tidying at Thing1's school.
If you're shaking your head and thinking, "This doesn't sound like Infomatrix!" then you'd be right! Normally, I avoid yard work like the Mexican Cha-Chas. (See earlier blog entry on hiring a lawn guy to mow my lawn.) UNFORTUNATELY, the person who was supposed to oversee this group of milquetoasts has to take her father for surgery. I was obligated to take her place.
So... the happy-go-lucky work day will now be MY WORK GANG. I hope they eat big breakfasts and get a lot of rest, because I'm bringing my flogger and they're going to beg for mercy. (Or 'more' depending on who gets flogged.) No slackers in my groups. I've got a list of tasks and we're getting them done. Whiners will be kicked in the ass and sent home. I hate shit like this and because I'm going to be miserable for 3 hours, they're ALL going to be miserable for 3 hours. Should be a fun time.
Wish me luck, and happy flogging!
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Oh, by the way, I'm also sick as a dog, which will enhance my sweetness-n-light attitude tomorrow. I may have to bite someone. THEN flog them.
Have you ever seen "Cool Hand Luke"?
I want to hear you saying, "What we have here...is...failure to communicate" in a nasal southern accent.
That'll get them moving!
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