Sometimes,..it's not all glamour and excitement.

I reported to work last Tuesday,as a freshly minted member of the O-Town Housing Authority.
This is my new headquarters!--->

Or,as those of us in the inner circle refer to it,..'The Shop'.
I had shaken hands with the Head Honcho in Charge of Welcoming the New Guys the day before,and thanked him for the opportunity.

'Don't thank me yet',.he cautioned..'You haven't met your new Partner'.

'Beg yer pardon?'

'He's a cranky old bastard!'..

'Curious?'..I thought to myself.

Apparently,Head Honcho regards that as some kind of character flaw.
..Go figure.

Much as I suspected,it turns out that Partner and I are birds of a feather..Cut from the same cloth..Any number of colloquialisms one might choose to apply.

We'd gone about the morning business of assessing the sprinkler function in one of the county's numerous complexes,and enjoyed our lunch in the community day room,..when Partner allowed,

'I'm gonna take a nap in the truck..Wake me when lunch break is over'..

'No problem!..I'll go outside,and have a cigarette'.

'Just make sure you smoke that goddamm thing downwind from ME!'

'HEY!..Take yer fuckin' nap UPWIND from ME!'..
Thus,..the bonds of lasting friendship were hermetically sealed.

Having established a mutual disregard for the other's foibles,we concentrated just yesterday on the biggest problem facing landscape technologists the world over.
Finding the perfect 'fill dirt'.
This ain't no small task!..

New concrete walkways had been installed at the Park Place facility,and it was our mission to fill the subsequent devastation with soil suitable for applying a nice level playing field to encourage the growth of fragile 'Kentucky Blue' grass seeds.
Do you know how hard it is to find decent dirt?
I'll tell ya how hard it is to find decent dirt..

It's a common misconception amongst the general public,that the government maintains great underground bunkers filled to the brim with the dirt they've accumulated from,..you know,..digging undergound bunkers.
(See the beauty of that scheme?)..

But no..

We drove around to every likely location in the O-Town municipality.
We went to and fro'...Hither and yon,..Eastside,Westside..All around the town.
Every where we attempted to drive our pointed shovels into the county owned earth,we encountered bedrock no more than 1/16 of an inch below the surface.
Holy..Flyin'..OWWW!

After several unsuccessful attempts,I wondered aloud..

'Why don't we just roll up on some body's yard in our official 1997 Ford F150
County Truck,..and confiscate THEIR dirt?'..

'What??'

'You know..We could just claim it was Imminent Domain!'..

..'You're one sick sonofabitch Sling'.

Now I ask you..What the hell good is it being a tool of the so-called Housing 'Authority', ..if you can't arbitrarily wield ruthless power?

...Phhtt.