Hurricane Harvey is trying to wash Houston out to sea. It’s horrifically bad down there, and it’s only going to get worse.
My boss called me today asking if I could work in his place for a few days because he was going out of town. I didn’t really want to, but the outfit and gas for my road trip to my sister’s wedding left me with some credit card bills I need to pay off asap so I can start saving for the Christmas.
When I asked him where he was going, I couldn’t say no to his request to cover for him.
My idiot boss has gone and bought a flat bottomed boat and is driving his crazy ass to Houston to go rescue people.
Side note: my boss isn’t really a idiot. That’s just my matriarchal instinct, worrying about him because he’s not just my boss-he’s also a friend. My boss is ex-army, so he’s up for the task.
He’s also taking his son (ex-marine). I’ve met his son. That’s a cute kid. I say kid like he isn’t a grown ass man who served as a marine. Matriarchal instinct, I guess.
I will be busy with work until the boss returns, so I may not be able to post much about progress on the house, or the results of my peach jam session, or about the peach syrup I made (unless it’s slow at work).
Say a little prayer to whatever you believe in; because my my boss, his son, and all of Southeast Texas need it