Ten Years and Counting

Yesterday I was returned to full duty and resumed my place on the floor doing the the voodoo that I do so well. What a pleasure to get back to doing what I'm best at! And it was a good day, too, getting to interact with patients again, one asking where I'd been, I was missed, two more asking me how I could zip back and forth all day like that....hehe...."superpowers, M'aam, superpowers!"
Of course my legs were hurting by the last hour of the shift, but hell, I'm used to that. Just my poor old body telling me it got used, and boy did I use it! Oh, and I got handed my ten year award, which consisted of an attaboy from the Prez, (you, know, those form congrats where they fill in the name), incased in genuine lucite, no less, and my pick from an exciting assortment of prizes from the ten year service list. I went for the 52 piece dinnerware set. Sure LOOKED nice. And here I was thinking with ten you get eggroll.......
This will be the longest I have ever survived one place of employment. How I got this far only Bob knows. Not that I've actually GOTTEN anywhere with this job, it being somewhat pretty low on the food chain, but hey, it almost pays the bills. The daunting realization is that I have to get thru another 15 years at least before what's left of Social Security kicks in, and even then I will probably have to don a blue vest for Walmart at minimum wage and act as though I actually give a shit that all those wonderful people are coming in to enjoy their low, low prices. Ah, fond dreams of retirement, American Style. Well, who knows, maybe the Church of Bob will have garnered such a huge following that I'll have to graciously accept the role Church Elder of the Enlightened and take my 10% cut. Boy, a guy could do some sweet living on THAT kind of mohlah! I just hope Bob has as much a sense of humor as I think he does.....hehe.
Well, one twin daughter is home and the other is on the way for Thanksgiving. I don't know why we're celebrating this holiday exactly, what with the Wife's Wiccan ways and all, but it's not exactly a religious holiday, which has that going for it, but knowing her, she's probably got some Wiccan alternative celebration in mind. Long as there's turkey, I have no problems with it. Provided, of course, that the Turkey Liberation Army doesn't make it past the minefield this year.
Oh, and speaking of Wicca, and magic, and stuff, something happened I'm dying to tell you guys about that Rod Serling would be proud to have written for the Twilight Zone. That will be in my next post, unless it gets put off due to A; Extinction event, B; The wife catches my Imac on fire like she did her pants (another post altogether), or C; a suicide turkey makes it thru the perimeter stuffed with C5.
Till then, I am wishing all of you guys a happy Thanksgiving, even you, Buffalo old buddy, even though you seemed to be rooting for the turkeys, you SOB.

Blessed Be.