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!"