Factory life

Went to the factory this morning. No yoga class. Straight to the assembly line to make mice. Once they were alive, we taught the mice about friendship based and a young David and an angry Saul. Third week no e-mail at the factory. Server problems. I am living a very sheltered life over there. No news is good news. It was noted by Miss Fritchely that I will be absent tomorrow. She of course wanted to know where I would be. I happily told her "at the beach." I asked my department this morning - while we were making mice - what they wanted in the new guy. "That he be ordained," came the quick answer. Amen. I am getting too old for this rigmarole by the hierarchy. I am happy now that the Great Herod killed any possibilities for an advancement. I rather meet my friends at the Diner or go to the movies.