Back to Springfield

Well, I'm back in Springfield, MO. I received a call at 1am from the crew supervisor informing me that everyone was quiting because of the changes to the pay structure. (don't they read the papers? In this economy, they're supposed to be afraid of leaving a job) So I left Friday evening, letting Janet know that I could be gone all week.(PARTY!!!)


We were having a back yard B-B-Q this weekend, so I showed her the inner workings of the grill and gave her some of my grilling techniques.(she didn't care much for tossing the match from 10 feet back and watching the mushroom cloud form) (my eyebrows have almost grown back) I also had told the twins that we could possibly go swimming at the lake, but Janet pacified them with the Slip & Slide.


I couldn't find a hotel room right away when I arrived around midnight. I had tried 3 places before finding a Super 8 with 1 room left.(I feel another ad coming on)

SUPER 8

The place to stay for a good nights rest

(if the rest stop on the highway is full)

We'll leave the (flickering)light on for you

The sign on the front door said that the door is locked and to please ring the night bell for service. Well the door wasn't locked, so I walked right on in and rang the bell at the front desk. A big woman with great, big, charging rhinoceros thighs came storming out of the office. "How did you get in here ?" she bellowed. Two things came to mind to say. Put my cell phone up to my mouth and say "Dammit Scotty! You beamed onto the Klingons bridge" or hold out my hand and say "I'm from the future. Come with me if you want to live." Instead, I looked back at the door and said "Someone left the door unlocked, but I won't tell if you give me a room."

So, I have my room with the rattling air conditioner and the coffee maker without a pot, but at least I can get rested and I hope to hire people by the end of the week.