Rebound.

Things have certainly been on the upswing here in Surprising Suffolk. Let us recount the many things that have gone right in recent weeks through no fault of my own. As stated in my previous post I landed a fairly well paying job with the City of Suffolk that I applied for on a limb. The city government has become warm, inviting womb of employment that I return to when the rest of the world's businesses turn their backs on me. I hope that perhaps this one day will pay dividends in the form of a position that has a long title, short hours, free time and money by the boat load. As many of us know, no local government job promises many in large stacks, but a relative increase is all this guy looks for. As my brother and I have discussed recently is how much we need to survive. He has published his own list of essentials over on the militant wing of the Johnson family blogs, so I will spare you those details. It goes without saying that I am slightly more interested in material goods than my brother who lives in his truck, but I would like to defend my inclusion of a large television that receives satellite feeds of all major sporting events to my list of necessities. No, I don't think I will defend it. This is my list after all. I want a big ass TV that plays some fashion of football every hour of every day, no matter the season.
Alas, dear friends, I have just received a call from the patriarch who has invited me to a lunch of Mexican deliciousness. For those of you who know, and even those that don't, this is not an opportunity one passes up casually.

Salt of the Earth

For those of you who were unaware, I now occupy a new position with the grand old City of Suffolk. My title is something along the lines of Advisor to the Tourism Department. This means very little, except that unlike my previous jobs with the Parks and Rec Department, I have a desk, phone number, computer, and office (with window!) all to myself. Mostly. I am the only man that exists in this whacky land of estrogen fueled cackling and merry-making (very little actual work). The ladies that preceded me here have an unofficial "mascot". It is a chihuahua named Peanut. This varmit is about the size of my left foot, which is a rather serendipitous coincidence since I plan on using said foot to boot it from the third floor of the office building. A big plus to this job is the sweet office located 2 minutes from my house in downtown Suffolk. It is a restored historic home from the early 1800s and has wonderful fireplaces and architecture. Alas, my fireplace is occupied by the company safe, which is both a source of pride and concern. My office was cleaning up nicely until it was decided that a Christmas tree would be necessary in the office to promote seasonal cheer and tourism, apparently. Well, I was the only person qualified to connect the lights on our tree, which was admittedly a difficult procedure. The box for this piece of evergreen Christmas spirit now occupies most of the area where my chair used to roll behind my desk. This unfortunate setback has not damped my spirits however. What exactly did I accomplish today to further Suffolk tourism you may ask? I myself am not certain. I did order some brochures and tried to convince people to check out the Peanut Capital of the World. Beyond that, who knows. All I know for certain is, "It's a good time to be in Suffolk!"