» Happy Boss’s Day Yellow Jeep Blonde: What do you do AFTER the kids grow up?

My workday is already over and I never realized that it was Boss’s Day. What a bad employee I am.

Well, I’m going to try to make it up to my bosses. I have two really (for now). There’s DeWitte. He’s my immediate boss.

Then there’s Jerry. He’s the BIG boss. Well not literally big. He’s actually what I kindly refer to as the “shrinking boss”. He’s lost a ton of weight that I never realized that he even needed to lose. I don’t have a before picture, but this is skinny Jerry.

I actually think he’s thinner now than even when this was taken. So Jerry, I hope you don’t mind. I only post this cause I’m proud of you. . . and cuz you still eat my desserts that I bring in.

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In honor of my two bosses (who I kinda like, but don’t let that get out), I’m reposting something that I put on my Spaces blog before I ever started this site. It’s sorta so ya’ll can get a feel for what it’s like for me at my office day-to-day.

Here, for example, are a few of my coworkers. Do you see what deadbeats they are? Their brains are made out of cardboard, henceforth why I have to do so much of the work.

Seriously, all these guys do is stand around all day. Oh – and they have NO sense of humor either. SO serious ALL the time.

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Speaking of no sense of humor. . . . Did you hear about the dude that got fired because he posted a Dilbert cartoon at his work? Yeah – that was rough. I’d SO have been fired years ago. This is our bulletin board at our office. Dilbert. Dilbert. Dilbert. Red Meat. Dilbert. Dilbert. Dilbert.

That dude’s boss is in serious need of a humor-adjustment. Either that. . . or the cartoon hit a L.I.T.T.L.E. too close to home. Hmmmmm.

I particularly like the one I posted where the pointy haired lady blows a gasket when she got a whopping 3% raise after she’d done the work of three people. [That, my friends, is my REALITY at its finest]

Thank goodness posting it didn’t HURT my job. It certainly didn’t help it either. But that’s how they roll.

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For Christmas, DeWitte’s wife, Jamie, got him a bobblehead doll in his likeness. It is so funny. I HAD to get a picture of Bobblehead DeWitte. I think I just like saying “Bobblehead DeWitte”. When I want him to agree with me, I just take his Bobblehead and shake him so his head is bobbing a resounding “YES Donna, you’re right”.

Today, I made Bobblehead DeWitte have a seizure. I’m so mean.

Oh – speaking of me being mean. Lucky for me I had my camera with me today. How lucky indeed! I got to take a picture of “DeWitte ON Time”. It’s rare folks!

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Gosh, I crack myself up. Or am I cracked up? Which is it? I don’t know anymore.

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Now this right here BLOWS MY MIND!! DeWitte is an Executive, upper-management, Vice-President. Yeah, he’s up there. He’s A BOSS. Yet he labor a lot of the housekeeping duties as well. Good job DeWitte. But seriously, you should have gotten one of those other deadbeats standing around the office to do it for you. Look at ‘em over there ducking in the corner hoping you won’t notice them. Where the Hell is Scotty when they need “Beamed up”? Oh yeah, he’s hiding in the back there. I see you, Scotty!

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You’d think that we did nothing but play around here all day what with all the toys everywhere. What kind of professional outfit are we running here?

This is DeWitte’s office. Don’t worry. . . they’re out of reach.

This would be mine. Sshhh.

But no – we don’t play. Not much. Sometimes we have serious discussions that are shockingly off the subject of databases and SQL scripts and customer requests. Sometimes we talk a little politics. After the Presidential debate last night, I think it would be much more interesting if these two were the running.