Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for May 11, 2024

And likely Bob’s career.

Events conspire to upend Bob’s schedule

well apparently it shortened his life as well thumbs up

His administrative assistant(we can’t call them secretaries anymore)demands hazardous duty pay for the things she sees on days like this.

Bob’s firing, and hasty retreat home, will forever be referred to by his colleagues as The Day of the Sacrificial Lam.

His sec…uh, Administrative Assistant is gonna croak. ( she’s the flighty type).

I’m thinking of Bill Murray driving the taxi across the bridge in Stripes with the grouchy woman in back.

Who’s Bob trying to kid? We all know this was due to another late night at the Tiki Lounge…

Since the divorce Bob doesn’t know how to take care of himself.

What Bob needed was 40 Winks. What he got was 40 Gasps…

Oh, Shoet!

Bob’s time as an Elemental Spirit was short; His time in the Local Drunk-Tank not so much…

That would shorten my day, too.

A little nap will do wonders for Bob with extra point for form keeping his shoes balanced on his feet.

Bob has trouble coding on codeine.

The three martinis Bob has for breakfast every morning enhance the “knock-out” effect of his cough medicine. By 10 am, he’s ready for a long nap.

Good morning Balladeers!

All I can say is the lack of underwear on the clothes pile is the only thing that saved Bob from jail as well as being fired. His secretary, Miss Hampers, has a bad heart.

I think I’ve had that cough medicine. . . :)

At least Bob had enough energy to keep his shoes clean.

I think it is too late for the Employee Assistance Plan to do much good.

Office life just hasn’t been the same since Human Resources gave Bob the go-ahead to ritually celebrate the goddess of footwear on his breaks and lunches.

from the looks of things, I’d say it’s even more than that!