Quitting Time

Lord knows I've sang the blues ...

My coworker (i'll call him The Igloo) just left the job, he punched the wall and said I'm gone. Am I Jealous? Perhaps -- but do I really want to be getting coffee and kissing suit ass. Nah, Nah Nah -- I ain't the Igloo!!! But maybe it is time for me to start searching out a new direction, a new path, a new way, a fresh start, a crisp line, ---- what's next, old fella, what's next!!!

The Igloo leaves in two weeks, and then will I get bombarded with work, will I get a raise -- nope, but bombarded with work -- Check. Thanks Igloo ... good luck man, don't melt.

I haven't digested the departure, will write more about it tomorrow.

An ode

Oh Igloo
Oh Igloo
Oh Igloo
You be so cool
You like a eskimo
Not an eskimo pie
but a good old fashioned arctic eskimo

Out --
Frank