So I got home from work today after another long rainy slodge with accidents all over the I94 18-Wheel Slogway (I didn’t take the Slogway, what did we do without Google maps/traffic?) and I won’t even describe the standstill at the Ellsworth/State roundabout. The King of Cryptic Text Messages was not home. The Frog Hopper was here. No one was home. The Landfill Dungeon was pitch black so he wasn’t down there. It was raining cats and dogs so he certainly wasn’t sitting outside feeding the chipmunks. He wasn’t in the Lyme Lounge. I texted “Where are you?” 👻. I called and left a message. 👻. I texted, “Hello?” 👻. Then I opened up my email and there was an email receipt from Staples (over in Westgate) sent at 5:39. So THAT’S where he is. There is more than one way to skin a cat (or find the King of Cryptic Text Messages) and thank you Staples. As it turns out, he left his phone home, on purpose I think. “I wouldn’t want anyone to be tracking me.” Well, who would be tracking you besides meeeeee and the damn Tin Foil Hat folks?

I love the GG but life can be interesting sometimes. Either he is Kexting me (he doesn’t usually Kext me) or ghosting me or just plain sending indecipherable texts. Whaaaaaaat did you just say? I don’t *think* he has autocorrect turned on so I don’t *think* we can blame it on that.

Switching gears a bit, I read a story about a young man who moved to Texas to accept a job as a news reporter, got stranded in the hurricane, and was fired BY TEXT MESSAGE when he didn’t get to his new job on his hire date after MOVING from wherever his parents lived into an apartment in a new city. I’m not sure if the story was true or fake news but if true, a POX on the employer. That employer should apologize to the person and make good on the job offer.

Then again, maybe that employer isn’t worth working for. More years ago than I want to count, I talked to my mother on the phone one morning and made her go to the ER. I went to work to let people know what was going on and wrap up whatever I could. I was my mom’s only living child and I had no choice but to drive five hours north to deal with this. My boss said, “Family takes priority and you need to go.” I won’t describe the next 10 months. I did my best to keep up with work remotely or in the office while dealing with my mom. In the end, I still had a job, the same job I have now, a rather amazing five years later. In other words, my employer values the folks they hire enough to provide freedom to deal with family emergencies, even on-going emergencies. I know that my employer has offices and clients that are affected by Harvey and I know that they are focused on the well-being of all of those folks and I will bet that includes new hires who could not get to work on their first day.

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