The Michael Swayne Story V: King of his Castle

I am being punished and get to work less. I had this whole plan thought up by the time I arrived at the office. I was going to do everything "right" so I wouldn't have to be "taught" how to do things. Because really, it's not that I was doing anything wrong. It's just that my way of ad making does not suit the owner. I can't help that our styles of creativity don't always match one another. It's one thing to say I did it wrong because it is wrong, but another entirely to not like something I make because it doesn't suit your taste.

Anyway, I am now only allowed to work in the office on Mondays and Mondays only. This gives Misty (the former composer for those of you just tuning in) two days to change everything I did to suit the owner's taste. I was more than a bit put off by it. I was given the composer's position because I bring a new and different spin on ad making. But the owner wants everything the same.

Before I go on, I should mention that this is supposed to only be temporary. If my work is deemed acceptable, I will get more days again. Honestly, I don't see it happening, just as my pay raise didn't happen. Just like how I supposed to eventually be paid for my entire time working and not just the office hours.

Oh well. So I don't earn as much money (for now). I can play along. From now on, I will only work during office hours. Anything before 10am and after 3pm is not my concern. I will get to sleep in on office days. I can leave at 9:15 instead of my normal 8am. Why should I exhaust myself if I am not getting paid to do it?

Yes, I had a little rant similar to this before. But this time, I mean it. I can only be pushed so far. I am pushing back now, before I am push over the edge. Because if I don't push now, I will most likely grab hold and take them down with me.

Still no news on Dad. If there is any change is how he is, I am not told anything because they know I feel joy in his pain (thinking about him in a hospital bed all tubed and monitored puts a smile on my face). Grandma wasn't home when I rode from work, so I didn't stop and talk with her. She is my gossip buddy, after all.

I tutored Joey today. After his homework, I brought my Scrabble Slam cards out and we spelled words with them. And while he was trying to get out of learning, I turned my attention to his sister and practiced sign language. I would hold up a card, and we would sign the letters.

Tomorrow I am...huh...tomorrow I am doing whatever I want! I don't have work to do. I think I'll play video games. You know, I may strike up the nerve to make a Hillsboro trip. Or better yet, a West Union trip! I am afraid of crossing the Appalachian Highway, and that's all that is keeping me from going to our county's seat of government. Plus, they have a Wal-Mart! New bicycles are as low as $95 there right now.

And West Union has my favorite store ever. The bakery! Oh the snack cakes and donuts and pastries! If I would ever start a business, it would not be a bakery. I wouldn't be able to sell anything because I'd want it all for myself. Simple as that.

So, that's all I have for now. I hope to see you around the forums, and until then...

Later!

Michael