I have to go to work today, and I KNOW! I just worked in JUNE. Do they expect me to have NO FREE TIME? God.
Okay, I've worked since June, but not on site, as I am doing this week. This is super not at all confusing, but today, tomorrow and Thursday I am going to my old workplace in Winston-Salem, the place where I got laid off two times ago. The place where I worked all spring of this year.
Then on Friday, I start freelancing on site for the LAST place that laid me off. The place just a few minutes from my front door. I'll be working for them quite a bit through the end of the year, apparently. And yes, I am still waiting for The Good Thing to happen, the thing I turned down the other job for. That thing is still in the running.
So are you totally clear and caught up now? Because it's not ridiculous and all over the place or anything.
I start at noon today. The place I'll be today through Thursday can be insane, and so I could be there noon till 5:30, or noon till 4 o'clock tomorrow morning. Seriously. And this impinges on my plans, because FR Laurie and I were going to the bingo at the Elks hall tonight, and no I did not just suddenly turn 82. I've seen the sign every week for years: "Bingo! Every Tuesday! Open to public!" And I've always wanted to go. Play some b-i-n-g-o.
So the one Tuesday I finally make plans to go, I have to work. Isn't that just the way it goes? What if I'd have gone to bingo and made MORE money than I'll make working?
In the meantime, Ned and I went to Mt. Airy yesterday.
Mt. Airy is basically Mayberry, as it is the place where Andy Griffith grew up and where he based his show. The Andy Griffith Show. If you are 16 and have never seen it, just don't tell me.
To say that Mt. Airy has capitalized on this fact is to say Liberace might not be a minimalist. Holy cats, with Mt. Airy. Every store is Andy Griffith themed.
"You know what this town needs is an Otis's Bar," I said to Ned. Ned said they could have two jail cells with small bars in each. And on Sunday they could have Aunt Bea's dinner special. Now if someone steals that idea I can sue them because I just put it in this blog.
Edsel is from Mt. Airy. Did y'all know that? I should have known right then that there's something wrong with Mt. Airy. Because you know what? Do you? Do you know what made me angry?
Mt. Airy, which was FILLED with other idiot tourists like us, was almost totally closed for Labor Day. The Snappy Lunch diner was closed, the gift shops you wouldn't wanna go in anyway were closed, the museum was closed. I totally wanted to see Barney Fife in The Scream or whatever they did to make it Andy Griffith-y.
Walter The Thinker. Whatever.What the hell? So to speak. Even Jesus wouldn't be back till 4:00.
"So, we're expecting others to labor while we have Labor Day off," said Ned, who has to be considerate and fair all the time.
"YES!" I groused, as we traipsed up and down looking for ANY FOOD ANYWHERE. And in case anyone was worried sick, my foot is much better. Not perfect, but better. And Ned the Aleve Pusher made certain I didn't have to walk far yesterday.
We finally went to the Bluebird Diner, which was not a luxury dwelling, but it was the ONLY PLACE OPEN in the whole city.
"What the hell are homemade mushrooms?" asked Ned.
And let me tell you what. IT WAS PACKED. "I've never had it this busy," said a waitress with a voice that carried, who must've been the owner. "But as my granddaddy always said, 'Make hay while the sun shines.'"
I heard her say this 58 times while I was in there enjoying my Coke out of a glass bottle, and I am here to tell you. Coke out of a glass bottle is 50 times more delicious than Coke out a regular bottle. Why is that? Ned had a Cheerwine out of a glass bottle. It just doesn't get any better than that.
Also? These were the best onion rings I have ever had in my entire life. And I've been to Paris.
That has nothing to do with anything, seeing as I did not find one single onion ring in Paris. Or rondelles d'oignon.
And I realize very little of my photographs show Andy Griffith things, although you can see his mug here behind the bad punctuation, but after we'd traversed the main street and driven around a bit, Ned said, "So it's basically Andy Griffith and little else," which is true. It's Andy Griffith and me wondering which house Edsel lived in. I am assuming the trashier side of town, not because Edsel has no manners, which he doesn't, but because I know his mom stayed out all the time and was not fixed, and usually that is not an "I'm-a-rich-person" move.
Very vintage AND old. They're talking about Aunt Bea here. BAH!
Aunt Bea is probably my age on that show, isn't she? I wonder, could you kill me now? "Oh, Andy. I have plantar fasciitis."
So that's all the complaining I have about Mt. Airy. Tune in tomorrow, when I will complain about having to work!
June. Mopey but not Opie.
