Loose Laces

Another week has slipped by without much ado. Carolyn is working today, probably 12 hours at the least.

I'm a lonely little boy... I wish someone would come over and play.

I suppose church people are churching, sinners are sinning, and the rest of us are doing our thing. My thing today is finally finishing time sheets, preparing this months invoices, and breaking beans.

Carolyn starts work on a new account tomorrow night. This is only the second such this year, so far. It's not been a great year for her, as she has lost three accounts, two of which were fairly large. A large multi-national company has decided to be aggressive in this market, and they are underbidding her big time. Generally, after about six months, these ex-customers call Carolyn and want to know if she is interested in rebidding the job, because they aren't satisfied with work being performed, or with the customer service from their new vendor. She usually tells them to add ten percent to her last bid. Some do and some wont. She doesn't advertise her business much these days, because she intends to retire in another year. We'll sell our house, rent something, and sit and look at one another all day.

Damn, I hate Sundays.
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I spent a year in that town, one Sunday.
-George Burns