I worked on Monday for 6 hours, the longest straight time yet. I survived it, albeit with the need for some definite foot, ankle and leg massage. I used Patricia Mary’s suggestion for support knee-highs, and it definitely made a difference. It just squished my toes more than regular socks. Hey! Small price to pay, relative speaking?

I woke up this morning, thinking about humans and work and all the problems in the world. On my last shift, I fiinally met The Boss – the head of the department. We’ll call him L. He seems like a very nice man. Made me think about bosses – thank goodness he isn’t like Franklin Hart and there are no Rozs!

Isn’t that sort of thing a microcosm for the current world’s ills? Putin invades Ukraine, not because he is genuinely worried about little Volodymyr attacking his ever so much larger country. It’s because Volodymyr started out on TV as a comedian actually playing the part of the President of Ukraine. He has the capacity to laugh at life and the job of being in that position. Yes, I said it – the capacity to laugh. Vlad the Invader hates that. When you are capable of keeping things in perspective and finding the humor in it as Zelensky has been able to, creeps like VTA behave like Mike Myers’ Dr. Evil and must crush that happiness. Isn’t that sad? As the late Rodney King once asked, “Can’t we all just get along?”

So the goal for this week is to give out compliments to all my co-workers – and to laugh, appropriately and demurely, of course. Handing out compliments – you know, like Jemaine’s idea to help Bret cheer up in the Bowie episode of Flight of the Conchords, that brilliant, short lived HBO series? I’ll try to refrain from taking up Bowie’s suggestion to Bret that didn’t go so well. No, not the eye patch. If you’ve seen it, you’ll know of what I speak. If you haven’t, find a way to watch it On Demand. It’ll always be there somewhere. Compliments. No eye patch. No waggling. Got it.