Two Scots and an Irishman Walk into a Bar

I've been busy at work cleaning house. I can't remember the last time I cleaned so much, but it's about time. We are getting new carpets in City Hall, so this would require us to clean up the office so the movers can move all the stuff out of the office. We are also rearranging the office at the same time. We've been packed in with the hiring of two new staff and the fact that our temp was still with us till last week. I've been cleaning out drawer after drawer and it's been a mess. It's almost like organization has been put to the bottom of the list of things to do for years. I've recycled 5 bags of paper of old copies of plans that are now out of date and are useless.

I had at least one funny instance happen while cleaning. My boss gave me the ok to dispose of a couple of plan profiles that are no longer being used, thought this was a step forward, till he told me to save the one so that it could be turned back into linen. After he left the room, I quickly chucked the roll as I knew it would never get done and if we ever needed rags, I'm sure would could find some. We can only imaging my boss at home holding rolls of old copies of plans rocking himself to sleep saying "You're safe with me now, he won't be throwing you out."

My frustration peaked when it came to 3 1/4" and 5 1/4" disks and my boss insisted that we save them and go through them to make sure there is no important information, OK I understand the 3 1/4" seeing that some computer still have dick drives, but I can't remember when I last saw a computer with a 5 1/4" drive that worked. I was about to send one 5 1/4" through the office shredder to see if they could be destroyed when I was caught in the act. I'm sure if my boss had the time HE would be going through them to. I actually thought of keeping them around for him to go through, but I'm sure it'll end up like plans being checked, they'll never get done.

We have tons of crap in that office. Old programs, plans, copies and copies of outdated plans. I did find a letter in a drawer that I had to stop and read from a Mr. Bill Gates, a computer programmer, to the mayor of the time. The letter detailed the specifics of a program that the city spent tons of money on, over four years of developing and only to see it never leave the ground, and that some day the light at the end of the tunnel might be near and the program to run. That day is still to come.

I'm sure that in short time I'll be the employee my boss will be blaming for filing something somewhere, probably in a logical place or possible under "G" for garbage, and that he can't find it. I like how the other day he deliberately pulled a plan from on top of a cabinet to prove that he still uses some of this stuff. It was funny to see the layer of dust and dust trail that was left behind by this plan, proving it hadn't been moved in over 25 years. I really got to get out of that place.

I had the privilege to do lights for John McDermott after calling me on short notice. He is an Irish Tenor, pretty good and apparently sings the National Anthem for the leafs occasionally (thanks Kevin for the leafs trivia). Now I checked out his tour dates and was shocked to see that he didn't put Moose Jaw on it. The tickets were pricey, a fundraiser but I brought Marsha along to be my side kick (wow a date and I got paid for it, you don't get that very often) Anyways, a good show. I also did the Alexander Brothers, two Scots. I did their show last year for a fundraiser for a church here in town. They often are on cruise ships or on tours of Canada. Tom, who is pretty deaf, plays the accordion and Jack sings and plays a little piano. I'm pretty sure these guys were cut before they even got to the stage, needless to say that Jack stepped off stage and I'm sure took a couple swigs before returning.

Marsha is at work tonight so I took the night off to sit back and relax. I think I'll hit the sack early tonight, that meaning before midnight.