Last night was Drizella’s last night. King Triton asked if we should do something for her. Bagheera snapped, “I ain’t baking her a cake.”
As the night progressed, Drizella got more and more snotty and we ignored her. She finally got snotty enough that I gave her the ‘do you want your head in a basket?’ look. As she stomped out of the kitchen, Bagheera said, “And she wonders why she’s not getting a cake.”
For years Doc and Eeyore ran the bar. Doc spent most of his time drinking, Eeyore spent most of her time drinking, crying and stirring shit. During this time a pall of slackassery descended over the bar. No one cleaned, and everyone put forth the least amount of effort possible, while bitching about their work environment. About a month ago Doc nearly died from drinking, so Bagheera changed the locks, and now he and Eeyore are contemplating their future at home.
As the song goes, more than the locks have changed. “If you have time to lean, you have time to clean,” has become the new (much hated) catchphrase. New people who understand the term “work” have been hired. Old people who are content to sit on their ass and watch TV will be replaced. Pack rat trash is going out of the bar by the industrial size trash can load and a new sense of order and organization is shining through.
It’s a beautiful day.