I spent the better part of the day trying to suppress my instincts to blame my frustrations on perceived shortcomings of my predecessor. I’m sure he must have been good at doing stuff, but the more I had to dig through the hoard of files he left behind, the more it seemed like his greatest strength was his ability to peacock the few things that he actually did accomplish. Of course I have no idea of the state of things before he came onboard, but I certainly feel like it would have been easier to get there myself than reinvent whatever kind of wheel he built.
Muad’Dib and I went to Taco Bell, which seems to be the best deal in town with an outside table. We may try to bring food back to the office and eat out with the workin’ folks tomorrow, though he has been really good at sit/stay the last couple days. Sometime in the afternoon I had to go downstairs to help Heaven as she was taking over more and more of Peyton’s duties. I kind of gave Rhonda a hard time about a couple things and cracked a little bit of a smile, so maybe I’ll get some rapport built after all.
Dad roasted a turkey for dinner, so I rode over there with Muad’Dib after we got back to town. He was slow, but apparently he was also completely full of crap the entire run. Dad thought the turkey was underdone, so he carved a little off to eat while he cooked the rest a little longer. Just as I finished eating, I saw my prescription was ready just at closing time, so I took Dad’s car and raced across town to beat the clock. I was pretty sure I saw the pharmacy tech walking to her car as I pulled up, so I’ll just skip my morning dose. It won’t kill me, and if it does, I won’t be alive to care.
We made it back to the house and I got the news that Eaddie had a completely flat tire on the Murano somehow. Eli had brought her home, and the girls decided that either they would look at it tomorrow, or Eli’s dad would look at it during the day sometime. I shut things down early and went to bed.
Look at me.