It's been such a long time since my last post that I don't know where to begin. First thing I guess is to say that I'm okay. Really. And more than just a little surprised. Like the old saying says, you can't kill bad grass. It took a long time but I'm back in the saddle again, so to speak.
And I have my trusty mule Buster ( who almost never tried to kill me) back. Things are almost back to normal. Normal being a relative term.
Second, I found out that running yourself over is a great strategy for promotion. When I was still teetering around on three legs my boss asked me if I would like to be a supervisor. Well, I did have time on my hands so I gave it a shot. Not as much fun as driving, but it was steady income. Meager, but steady. And with the economy in its present state, that's a good thing.
But being a supervisor in this business can be ( for someone like me) a little frustrating at times.
See, my last job was with a military contractor in New Mexico. We had rules, regulations and technical orders to keep everything neat and tidy and running smoothly. Sure the bureaucracy was maddening, but you learned to live with it. Sure, with my political beliefs I felt like a bit of a whore, but I formed a union to rationalize it. Then I moved to New Orleans, where nothing is neat, tidy, or running smoothly. A bit of a shock, really.
Supervising a bunch of carriage drivers is a lot like herding cats. They ( the drivers, not the cats) are an eclectic and eccentric bunch of wack jobs, myself included. Most of them are wonderful to know, and some , well, not so much.
We are a diverse bunch.School teachers, retired fighter pilots, lawyers, long-haul truckers, photographers, grad students, philosophers, musicians, magicians, and circus freaks. And some who I just don't know where they came from. And there are others who have done nothing but this their entire lives. An interesting group.
So you can see my dilemma. I feel like George Bush, trying to restore order where there never was order. Hell, the owners only show up once or twice a week. So, I've devised a plan, best summed up in one word...surrender. Surrender to the forces of chaos that govern the universe. And just enjoy the circus.