Take This Job And Shove It

Didn't Merle Haggard sing that? I'm done. Friday was my last day of work. That doesn't mean that I am retired, or that I won't work again. It means I am through with THAT job, and THAT employer. It means no more calls in the middle of the night to go in and fix problems. It means no more long weekends of grueling work. It means having weekends to myself again. For the time being, it means having evey day to myself instead of having to give up my time to the whims of my bosses.

The complex of buildings where I worked always seemed dark and sinister. I resisted going to work there, but circumstances just seemed to draw me in. The buildings are constructed of dark brick and dark glass. They sit back from the highway across a mowed grassy field, surrounded by marshlands and cornfields. They recently erected some signs and lights, but earlier the place looked dark and foreboding, especially at dusk. Before I worked there it reminded me of a modern version of a House of Frankenstein. It only needed strange lights coming from the upper windows, and storm clouds with lighning overhead to complete the scene.

I think it's good that I'm leaving. I never liked that place. In this case I am following my instincts, and they are telling me to get the heck outta there.

Exit Merle. Enter Willie. "On the road again. I just can't wait to be on the road again...."