Got a raise, and maybe some fried and delicately breaded fish fillet to boot — and it is great in the New Richmond area and beyond and they bill it as not just for Fridays — from enduring my election coverage (see the second post below). But Barfy is safe, as they don’t eat dog in hardly anywhere AP has set foot. China is a wild card.

This is yet another chapter, following the prior one, in the dog ate the paper(work), to invoke not only Rover but Roman numerals and opera — aren’t they basically the same? — in the form of calling it Act XXIV-HQ. I will explain below. If only the pooch had the pipes to sing!

(And you can catch the “opening act” with a description, and a departure from the usual course of a hot summer afternoon, concerning an event celebrating its 80th anniversary on the links, by seeing Notes From The Beat).

The Associated Press with which I have long been associated paid me promptly for election coverage, and even threw in $10 more bucks, based on a limited but noteworthy (in Joe’s mind) set of circumstances. The payment was made to me via a new and superior and almost godlike new pass-through and third-party entity, via yes, my Invoice No. XXIV-HQ. Officially, they term themselves as a supplier portal. I believe they call their company Tipalti. That spelling is much like the new fish product that has taken over such frying events — see back-to-back venues in downtown New Richmond, and check out Mallards and Wild Badger — that have overrun our great land, and not only on Friday, but that is usually the key direct deposits day. Why that is crucial in a moment. Not that there’s anything fishy about this new essentially accountancy firm, as I got paid in only ten days, where in my industry with certain vendors it can take months. God bless them and America, as that was the country whose elections I was covering for the parent company.
But where did that extra $10 come from, I think I know? Is there a sweet deal at work here, or with tartar sauce, in the form of a collaboration with a place like Denny’s to make up the difference, getting a raise without even needing an expenses account? Corporate companies offer such gift cards as a perk, and get the volume discount that comes with having a worker in every county across 50 states, minus the island territories where they have other forms of favorite fish at local food markets. But I’m right here in Wisconsin, also the land of walleye and other catches, so its Tilapia on me! They I dare say may have embarked on a journey into Tilapia, and a side of fries, as I think our Badger State has potatoes as the state veggie, so another collaboration, the total of which I had believed runs about $9.99. But tax and tip could screw with that extra cent. And Perkins and other eateries pose a possible avenue, but they tend to run about a dozen bucks. So hey Denny’s, here I come, with along (maybe) the stringers from Polk and Pierce counties to the immediate north and south (since no milage paid) who like their string potatoes too!
Doggone good benefit to have. Granted its not a 401(K) …
But what about the aforementioned, and right now again, poodle?
He had reproduced (euphemism for regurgitated and see the post below for more bad puns on that) that last and final page, along with my financial statement to facilitate doing my direct deposit.
Maybe should have called him Barfy. Or barfly?
That’s where and how I rediscovered my listless list.
The addendum to that last page was a menu that had the fish fave for only $8.99, so all bases covered? But this indeed needs to be just the appetizer.

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