What’s that old expression? If you can’t lick ’em, then join ’em.

I tried, I really tried. Honest Injun, I tried. I wanted to be culturally sensitive and woke.

I bought the knit cap, got tat’s up and down both arms and legs. I have ear buds connecting to my new I-Phone that cost more than my first two cars… combined! I got an ear ring. Got a nose ring and even got my nipples pierced!

No dice.

In fact, because I didn’t find anything wrong with all the accounts I was assigned, they canned me. I told them that if I was given some account to politicians I could wear out my pencil. A comment like that went right over the head of my regional supervisor that thinks the internet was invented by Al Gore.

So, I am back to playing on this website again. But the good news is my unemployment has doubled since Joe and his posse have passed the relief bill. It’s so good being paid to not work. I’m thinking of getting a plane ticket to Milwaukee where I hear you can buy a huge TV for next to nothing in the parking lot of those burning and looted Target’s.

 

Social Media Time Out