The locusts are loud today. I was taking the dogs out to do their business and was a little overwhelmed at all the fuss the locusts are kicking up today. Yes, I am at work. I work in a barn. I know how weird that sounds but I am an Admin doing payroll and paying invoices from the top floor of a barn. It is very peaceful here. I wear my flip flops to work and some days I never see a soul. Before you envy me you should know that I took a huge pay cut to come here. It was worth it to me.
I enjoy what I do. Spreadsheets and forms make me giddy. I’m nerdy like that. Sometimes I’m the complaint department though I have no authority. It’s just that someone has to listen. So I do. Pearl and Jasper have learned to love going to work. They are my security detail. If someone is climbing the stairs of the barn they will let me know. They don’t get paid for their work but security is in their blood. It is what they live for.
I have no idea how long this job will last as my boss is 82 years old. He has made a deal with God to live to the age of 96 though so I still have a little ways to go. Let’s hope God is with him on this bargain.