Thanksgiving was at MY HOUSE this year, which meant we had to work. My mom was assigned to cooking the turkey, Dad was assigned to the carving the turkey, and I was assigned to quality control.
Yup, Grandpa is satisfied with his meal. (Are you sure, Grandpa? Do you want my input before you give your final answer?)
Grammy is satisfied, too. (Really, Grammy? I can help you decide if it's juicy and tender enough before you give your final answer?!?!)
I wasn't sure if our guests were just telling me what I wanted to hear so I could submit a satisfactory report to my Project Manager. So, I decided to inspect the turkey myself, just to be safe. I didn't want to mess up my first assignment as Quality Control Specialist, after all!
Yeah, I guess it met my standards and held up to all codes.
I phoned in my report to my Project Manager and promptly punched in my time card before taking a long, much-needed nap. This working stuff isn't as easy as it looks!
I hope all of our American pup and human friends had a wonderful Thanksgiving!
Pee Ess: Fievel did absolutely nothing to contribute, yet Mom gave her a plate of turkey anyway. WTD?