Scout and I have both had interesting things happen this week at our jobs.
To be honest, it’s been a nightmare. I won’t expand further but let’s just say it’s yell at Newscoma week. In public. Is it the solstice? Is it the water here? Am I getting too old? (Well that would be an absolute yes.) I have decided to just stay inside away from the crazy people.
Anyhoo, Scout has this:
Staring at my hand and my scribbling as if she were studying some sort of new strain of Salmonella under a microscope, she got the interview off with a bang before I’d even had the time to ask one question.
“You obviously were never taught the Palmer method,” she deducted before going back to studying me and, this time, evaluating my posture.
“Um, no. Is that a type of writing? The Palmer method..” I answered and before I could get out another word, she came out of studying with another deduction.
“Look at how you’re holding your pen. Like a dagger,” she remarked with great disdain.
Who’s interviewing who here?
When I asked her about this, she looked a bit beat up.
It ain’t all cupcakes and kittens, campers.

But I should have my car, Steve Austin, back this week which is of the good. If you were wondering, the car’s name is Steve Austin after The Six Million Dollar Man not that wrestler dude. Since June 1, I’ve been without a vehicle. Squirrel Queen starting calling it Steve Austin because it basically has had to be rebuilt. (They had the technology. And, yeah, all my money.)

I guess I’m Oscar Goldman.