I’m not working this weekend after all. “The Man” messed up my digital fingerprinting last week, and I had to redo it this week. Thus, my security clearance didn’t come through for unescorted access to the nuclear plant.
Thus thus, I was told not to come in until (hopefully) Sunday night. That’s a loss of 24 hours of overtime. Which amount of pay, even after taxes, would have covered about 2% of my recently purchased 46 acres of land. Dadgummit!
But (since your newly revitalized wormme strives for gratitude and positivity) it also means I can watch college football all day today.
If you don’t understand what that means to a simple ‘Bama boy, you need to learn two words. Two words, eight letters, and the greatest ESPN commercial ever:
UPDATE–Realization: not all of you will thrill to the beauty of that clip. It’s not your fault…your mama just didn’t raise you right. Here’s a rough transliteration: