Zeke came by. He called first to ask if I had read his text, and I said I had just come in, and no. So I read the text. He wants to apply for a City Commissioner’s job and asked me to write up his qualifications.
We checked the other candidates, and three are already employed by the City of Las Vegas, so it may be that if Zeke is accepted, he will have to move because his income would disqualify him for public housing.
Needless to say, I’m really tired of all the petty politics in this place. If you do one thing for one person, you upset someone else. And it just keeps going. I want out. I can’t please anyone but me, and I don’t want to.
You don't want to please yourself? <blinking quizzicaly/>