Sugar-Free

James is gone off to L.A., so while the pussy is away, the ever handsome mouse will play. I have sad news to report, I have left the employment of Sugars. The back spasms had become to much. That's my story and I'm sticking to it!, but ask me privately. I guess during the winter it wasn't so bad, but when spring came it was too much. On weekends, it was James barking orders "weed this" , "pluck that" and my favorite "Hoe, like you mean it!". There was no rest going into Mondays, and what's the use of bartending if you can't drink because you're on medications. Well sleeping with the customers is always an option, but you should have seen my customers. . With my current jobless status, it left the time ripe to revive the Bucca Boys of Bedraggled Blanche! Yeah, Bedraggled! Have a problem with that word? Thought not! So I rested all afternoon for the gala event. The Cha Cha, Head Bucca, and Me- The guy who still hasn't got a cool nickname. Well the night was uneventful, other then the visiting banker, who wanted to play strip pool and didn't even needed the pool table. So Prince Albert came out of the can. I hang out at such classy establishments. Well it was a quiet night and headed home at a reasonable hour. Well reasonable for me: translation; before last call.

My new craze of craziness is now directed at employees who feel it's okay to carry on a cellphone conversation , while waiting on customers., or even better making you wait till their conversation is over. It seems common etiquette has gone out the window and bounced off 2 cellphone towers. 7-11 seems to be at the top of the list. Of course, the more savvy one's hide out in the the refrigeration unit, while the line of customers continues to grow. I have now decided to voice my opinion, but it seems that it has just led to confusion on their part, probably due in part to the relentless bombardment of radio waves bouncing around in their heads. I know that my critics will say "with what they make, what do you expect", but "The Peter Principle" would clearly explain that they have reached their plateau of inability and that's where they'll sit. Yes, "The Peter Principle" is a real business theory, not a gay euphemism. Well there they will sit on their cellphone making me wait to pay for my coffee, with the loads of seniors waiting to play Lotto with their dollar and a dream.

Just in case you haven't thought politics is crazy enough, I would like to nominate Sharon Angle from Nevada as "Queen of Behavioral modification aka "The Loony Bin". Tata for now.