Festive weekend

Wow, what a weekend! Partying Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night! A quick recap, to be expounded upon as whimsy decrees...

Partied till 4:30 on Friday night, to reluctantly get up at 8:30 in the morning for the town's yearly festival parade. It was great. I wore my "Ricky outfit" and my Drunkard's fez. Beer in the Canadian beer-wrap, you could still see the blue & yellow top of my beer can. My awesome boss came up to me, (you see, he's a fellow drinker, and appreciates that I also imbibe in the blessed nectars), points at my drink, and with a wink in his voice says to me, "Is that an iced tea?" "Yeah, it sure is!" I wink back at him and we both laugh. He goes back to his wife and he musta said something like, "I asked him if that was an iced tea!" She smiles and they both share the laugh too, as I smile back at them.

Just one of those little blessed moments that fill life, if you just let them in. That's the shit I'm talking about right there. It encapsulates so much good. The spirit of free-enterprise is strong with us and the company, and the importance of service. Freedom of business enterprise: he's my boss in a terrifically-run company who care and tend their employees, knowing the value of them. And they are successful and growing, despite even the apparent shitty economy. And every employee feels happy to work for the company.

My review of him as a boss is, "outstanding".

(to be continued...)