I have had a very hectic 24 hours.
The crabbers and whole crab industry is up in arms. The DNR (department of natural resources) is making proposals to cut the crab harvest by 40%. Which will create a huge amount of chaos in my business. They are talking about putting the boats on a 7 bushel a day limit. SEVEN!! And they are talking about closing the season early. And they're talking about not letting them catch crabs over 6 1/2 inches (the big ones).
If they do that, first of all, the crabbers will quit. They won't be able to make enough money to pay for the fuel for their boats, their bait, and their helpers, let alone be able to make enough money to pay for their mortgages, cars, groceries, etc.
Secondly, even if the crabbers don't quit, where the heck am I going to get crabs for my picking house? There won't be any, and the ones that are around will be too expensive to pick (supply and demand). Which means I would have to close down my factory!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm really nervous about it all right now. DH decided that if these regulations do make it, we'll have a hard time surviving in this business, so he's actually prepared to move to Louisiana.
So now I'm faced with the fact that I might lose my business, have to sell my house, buy a house many states away, set up a new business down there, and move! I'm about to have a nervous breakdown.
So, this morning I had to take the Mexicans to the Social Security office so they could apply for SS#'s. You have to wait two weeks before you take them in to make sure their crossing info/visa info is in the computer system.
Anyhow, there we are, me with my army of Mexicans, getting dirty looks from everyone in the office for holding up the lines, and one of those girls tells me she wants to buy a car.
I don't concern myself with this, because I really don't care what she does with her money. She then tells me that all the workers are going to chip in so that they can have wheels so they can go dancing.
And then she proceeds to bust out dance moves right there in the office!!!! Needless to say, I was a little embarrassed by her shananigans.
I take them to
WalMart, they do their shopping, and we leave. But then we had to go back, because one of the girls bought a pair of shoes, but never looked in the box, and ended up with two right foot shoes.
We hit some other stores, and we're finally on the way home, and we see a guy standing on the side of the road hitchhiking.
Now, I don't normally pick up hitchhikers, but I do know this guy, so I stopped.
He was so frigging drunk (and told me so). He was freaking out the workers, making noises at them. One of the girls said she was going home and heading straight for the shower. Somebody kept asking me to translate what he was saying, and I kept saying, "You don't want to know." Oh, but yes they did. So I told them what he said. He wanted to know what was in her mouth. They stopped asking after that.
Then he tells me that he's a pimp (he's not), and asked if I knew what that was. I told him that yes, I did. Aaaaaaah, he says, you know, dontcha? in a suggestive voice.
The drunk hitchhiker then proceeds to tell me that he doesn't really like my van. It's loud, what's that noise, somethings wrong, he says. There's nothing wrong with my van, yet I have a drunk hitchhiker, who has NO vehicle putting down my wheels after I so graciously gave him a ride.
Thankfully, I drop him off, and we finally get back to the factory where I drop everyone off.
Then I had to clean the van because there was trash everywhere. I'd make the workers do it themselves, but it hasn't been cleaned since last year, and it probably was left over from last years workers. It HAD to be cleaned, not because I'm a winner (hey, if the workers want to sit in a pile of trash, I really don't care), but because the van is being used this evening to go to the capital in protest of the new proposed crab regulations, and I dunno who's going to be riding in it, and I don't wanna be embarrassed when a friend of mine sits on an apple core (and yes, seriously, I found eaten apples in there).
I also found a blanket, a shirt, a hat, and a towel in there, which makes me wonder if someone is using the van as a motel room (if you catch my drift).