If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.

One of my employees has called me an Egyptian more than once. He claims he feels like a Hebrew and I’m flogging him with a cat o’ nine tails. (I think he likes it, though, so I half expect him to give me one as a Christmas present.)

Today, I grabbed a rake and helped the guys with the leaves. I was bored just standing around watching them. Quite frankly, I think Skippy’s (my boss) rule that I should be on the grounds with my crew “most of the day” is a waste of time. Most days, they didn’t have any extra rakes, so what good was it for me to be there, watching them? I mean, if I’m going to be paid for doing nothing, at least I could be in my office, playing pinball on my computer.

And, yes, the song “Walk like an Egyptian” always gets stuck in my head when the employee calls me that.