Tracey has left the building.
Well, here’s the scoop on the job…I quit!
Yes, after just two days, I called it quits. I didn’t like it. Or rather, it didn’t like me. Despite stacking bales, packing 50 lb bags of grain, and shoveling you know what out of my barn, working here has caused my back to hurt, my hips to hurt, and I stink. So as I was finishing up with the dishes I told the assistant manager that I just didn’t think I’d be able to hold up when it got busy around there. She let me go home early. And that was good, because…
….on my way home, coming up the hill on the Y Road, I saw what looked like sparklers in the tree. Big sparklers. Turned out to be tree branches on fire! The wires were shorting out on the branches, and the wind was blowing the sparks. Oh, was it pretty…but not too terribly safe. I called the fire department and came on home. Thank God for cell phones, as I was able to turn around and get a mailbox number while talking to dispatch. After getting home I called the neighbors to tell them that the tree was on their property. Then I ate salmon, which Grammar Nazi had just finished cooking before I got home. Yes, my boy cooks!
So turns out it was a good night to quit and come home early. Don’t know if the tree would have continued burning or not, but now it didn’t get a chance. And I got fish.