Tuckered

I'm just too tired to blog tonight.  I'd even walked down to the cotton fields and taken some photos, but I don't feel like fooling with them.  I had it out with my boss again today.  He'd made some changes, and I told him that we don't need anything out there that would make our morale even lower.  He seemed surprised that I thought morale was so low.  I told him he'd have to dig down about 10 feet under the floor to find any morale in that place.  I said it's a whole different world out on the shop floor than it is in the front office. 

I know most people agree with me, but they're afraid to speak up.  They're afraid of losing their jobs.  But you know what?  I'm just so fed up I don't even care any more. 

They would be doing me a favor by firing me.  And I'd hug their necks for it.