Tuesday morning when my boss gets to work he may find all my uniforms piled up on his desk. Along with the company phone and the mountain of his paperwork he's piled onto me for the last year. The admiral has given me the OK to tell them where they can stick their carp. I just turned 43 today and it's time this country boy did a little working for himself for a change.
* No heat pumps or service vans or equipment will be harmed during my departure.*I don't own a track hoe. Lucky for them!
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