Things could be better.

It's hard to stay optimistic but we're doing the best we can. But, what if our best isn't good enough? Well? That's what harmonicas are for, learn to play the blues which is what I focus on. It's bad enough that newscasters and talk show hosts are prophets of doom. It's funny, they think the're being helpful. But I wonder. Those Shleprocks and I share the same genetic form, that of a human. How is it that I can see that talking about all this is the path to darkness and they can't? Is it because they're being directed by Satan (thanks Dana Carvey)? No, c'mon--the devil doesn't exist, at least, not in the spiritual sense but I digress. Then again, humans share the first two chromosomes with snakes, I guess some hold on to those until they take the human shape of a radio talk show host.
But that's ok, they don't have to take responsibility for the information they're putting out. As long as someone is listening to it or reading it, that's all that matters--who gives a rat's ass that someone out there might read or listen to the drivel of pessimissm and blow their head and that of their family's off. They're not responsible, the gun-wielding madman is. That's right, yeah, that's how it works and if I keep telling myself that, I'll believe it. But before I get overwhelmed by bitter sarcasm let me focus on the purpose of this entry.
Things aren't that great at work. Eventhough Solar isn't laying anyone off, our parent company, Caterpillar laid down the financial law to 25,000 valuable employess. So when does the axe swing our way? My expectation is never, we're pretty slim as it is and I think we can waether this storm. I just don't know for how long.
Everyone here is in fairly good spirits and expecting our yearly bonus. It's hard to say what the future holds for us though.