Yes, boys and girls, that’s what happens when I get out in the back yard and rake Huge . . . Piles of Leaves, full of dust, pollen, and who-knows-what, without wearing a respirator. I found maybe a pound more Burketts and Comanches in the process, and cleared a big section so it won’t be so hard hereafter to find what does fall, the more so after I run the lawn mower and beat the grass back to a more livable length. (I couldn’t mow until I’d raked and got up all the nuts I could so the mower didn’t destroy them all, you see.)
Before I choked myself down this afternoon, new employee orientation happened with the Minions and I got a slightly better idea of what’s expected of us, viz.: two to three weeks of training, then a couple of weeks of observing other employees and being observed, then going live sometime in late December. Ninety days after first day of training, the Empire starts evaluating people with an eye either to converting them to permanent employees and moving them to some other Line of Business (hereafter LOB) support, or eventually getting rid of them.
My wheezing seems to have settled down for the time being, so I’d better go get M and L while I still can. Someone is supposed to be showing up in a few minutes to commission her to do a Halloween costume, one of those last-minute “pull my chestnuts out of the fire” sort of jobs.
Muhammad bothers the user-serviceable cash. Fnord.
