Why Am I Even Surprised Anymore?

Welcome to Monday and another opportunity for me to start my week by shaking my head in disbelief.   Do you remember when I told you about the building we went to visit as a possible new home for The Nuthouse?  Well, it looks like The Boss really did have a meeting on Friday when he left in a huff; it seems he had the closing on the Hobbes Street property. When he arrived today he gathered us all together to tell inform us that we would soon be moving to a new location!  I think I will just call the Hobbes Street building The Nuthouse 2.0.

He also reminded us that his original timetable has not changed.  He expects to be moved and operational on March 1.  I instinctively raised my hand (I know, what the hell did I do that for) and asked how we were going to accomplish this with everyone leaving for the Vegas trade show.  He then uttered his classic line "I don't need an editorial" - which is code for I don't like what you are saying (BTW, he says this classic line quite often to me).  I know, I should be more understanding, it can be painful being faced with the reality of a difficult situation.  How dare I ask a pertinent and realistic question.  Shame on me, I promise, I'll do better next time!

He then stated we shouldn't be concerned because he has a plan (I swear, I think I could see his nose grow right before my eyes).  I had to put my hand toward my mouth to cover the grin that this insane statement brought out.  This man has never had a plan for ANYTHING, much less a plan for something with a deadline attached!  I have a feeling that this is going to be a disaster of monumental proportions!  I know my life is going to suck, but I actually am looking forward to the hilarity that is guaranteed to be associated with this move.  I guess is am a masochist - bring it on! Plus, I know you are all waiting for the stories - they are going to be classic!

After the meeting, I thought it might be prudent to begin packing the non-essentials.  You know, time is a ticking and March 1 will be here before we know it.  I asked The Boss when the moving boxes were going to be delivered.  He looked up at me (or should I say through me) and actually said the following..."what do we need boxes for?"  Yup, honestly this is what he said... I cannot make this s#*t up!

For those of you keeping track, I have now rolled my eyes (and huffed) a total of three times and it is only 9:00 AM.  It's going to be a looonng day!