bereft of minion

During our morning strategy meeting, Remaining Minion informed me that she's using part of her 463 available vacation days to go to some godforsaken, mosquito-infested, dusty, humid country that was last in the news simply because most of it got erased during Hurricane Mitch. When she got that glassy, do-gooder look in her eyes, I cut the conversation short before another one of her tedious lectures about economic disparity. The rich live in bigger houses because they're better than us, Minion! Aspire to live above your trailer park beginnings, for chrissake! Anyway, although this will limit my blog for the next week, I'm delighted to report that Minion's place will be taken by her Amazonian friends, Becca and Joanna, who are ridiculously easy to train. Welcome, temps!