Sadness in Boston

I don't know if this story made national news or not but there was a tragic fire right in downtown Boston a few days ago where two firefighters were killed fighting a blaze in an old brownstone. The fire station was just up the street nearly across the street from the Prudential Center. We have a store at the base of the building and I am very familiar with the area having worked there several times over the years. It is a sad and tragic story. And I am not in the best frame of mind  these days (work) so this has been tough to take even though I didn't know either gentleman. I watched the news this evening (Friday) as they took the firefighters back to their hometowns in a procession of fire trucks and police cars. It was very emotional.

It's now Saturday. I had a very eventful day at work. Though I now work for my favorite boss again and a good friend for over 30 years, there is someone else, second in command that I have butted heads with for the last 5 weeks. Today's problem started when I didn't bring out a case of pickles because I could have fit one more jar on the shelf. On top of that the one case was at the bottom of a 4 case stack. He got all over me for that. Then a box had fallen over in our refrigeration chest and he drags me in there and accuses me of doing it. My blood pressure shot up. I told him "check with his part timers"... and besides he was the one who put all the stuff away anyway. I told him to get off my back. I made arrangements to speak to the store director (they used to be called managers). I decided to semi retire. Go part time, work closer to home. It's not going to be for a few weeks though. I have since calmed down. It's going to be a bit of a change after 43 years (April 1st), but I don't need his nonsense. And let me tell you I would have liked to use much stronger language at work and here but I've calmed down.

Tonight my friend Dave came over. We had a couple of beers and watched a very stupid movie though it did have a few funny moments.

Well this wasn't my cheeriest post but to use a cliché, it is what it is. I don't have a particularly good schedule this week but I will muddle through.
  
To borrow Beth's shtick, 63 days till vacation. Ok it's getting late.

I'm outta here.