Anyone got any leftover pot roast? Annie reminded me how much I love pot roast sandwiches

Yuck on having to pick up the garbage - especially when you're all spiffed up for work.
Funny thing about "the new normal" today's world. Our raises are tied to our performance reviews. If you think it's pay for performance than you can

yourself silly and drop a few bucks in Annie's cuss bucket on the way out the door. But anyway, reviews have always been tough in one group, no matter how hard you tried, you could never quite achieve enough to elicit walk on water status getting a whole 1 percent more in a raise than your dullard coworkers. But this year we donated our raises (yes that's how I prefer to think of it - now how do I claim it on my taxes?) to the better good of the company. Yep, bad news is no extra money, good news is you can keep your job (for the moment). So with no raise money to be gained, guess which group got GLOWING reviews this year?

No, this was not my group, was a story told to me. Everyone it seems got chatted up as if they were part of the second coming. How much you wanna bet they all go back in the toilet if there's money next year
DH is fine. Thanks for the good thoughts and prayers. He was quite doped up and is sleeping it off now. He was so dopey that he made me take a road I questioned highly. It dead ended and I had to take another road that took me right on to the EXPRESSWAY.

I am Terrified of the expressway. The last time I drove one was 1979 - no lie - when we moved from the city to the suburbs. For 30 years I have been able to avoid it. When Shad came to visit, I made DH take the week off too so I would not have to drive the expressway to downtown. When we moved here 600 miles from Chicago, my beloved SIL drove me and my car down here and we bought her a plane ticket back home. It's not the fast driving that gets to me, it's the cars veering in and out quickly. I think they will crash into me and I flinch. Not a good thing at 70 miles per hour. So I don't do expressways. When I realized where I was today, I was trying not to vocally freak out for DH's benefit. I told him he LIED to me but all he did was bob his head in a drunken fashion and slur "I'm sorry - you will be ok". When I asked him where we were going (I did now want to wind up in Alabama as we were already in Mississippi), he didn't answer me. He fell asleep. I had to ask 3 times. By the time he answered, we just passed the exit he said to take. Ala-bamba here we come. By the grace of Jesus (and I mean this will all my heart) it not only stopped raining but I swear all the traffic moved to the other side of the expressway in the opposite direction. Just me, one other car and a semi tractor trailer. Fortunately, the next exit was a familiar road and I was able to get off the bloody highway and make it home safe and sound.
Can you tell I don't like to drive? Now I'm sure my partner here - Miss Yin - probably loves distance driving and was considering a career as a trucker - weren't you Michelle ? Expecially since you have the swearing part down pat.
Ok, break's over, back to query writing.
