This is one of those posts that sounded profound and original one night at 3am… and a little less so as time passed – that, and less coherent. – – – People told me what to expect before, but I always humored them. I’m not stupid. I’d see this thing coming way before it happened to me. I wouldn’t be so easily fooled. Then a few nights ago it happened to me. We were sitting in a restaurant, me and Adam on one side of the table, Beth and Cheryl on the other. As I looked across the table I [...]
Kitchen Sink
All hail the beekeeper!
It turns out the bees won’t be treated so humanely after all. Back to that in a moment. First, I want to waste your time with a little narrative of this morning’s events. The wildlife expert/beekeeper came out, took a look at the bees, said, “yep, there’s a lot of bees for ya,” and went back to his truck to don his beekeeper suit. Meanwhile I ran inside to grab my camera to snap some pictures before the bees got angry. If there’s one thing I don’t like it’s angry bees. It turns out it was a good thing I [...]
As I wait for the beekeeper
I came home early from work today – it was a gotta go situation. I was giving a training for a small group of volunteers doing a workshop this weekend and I was starting to lose my voice. My boss was in the group, and when I appeared in his office afterwards he simply said, “bye.” I was at home sleeping, giving my body more energy to fight off invasion, when a familiar buzz woke me. It was the kind of buzz familiar to our race for many generations – likely thousands of years. It was the kind of buzz [...]
Bringin’ the bacon to work
I like crispy pig meat as much as the next guy, but after a while it gets old. After a year or two it gets really old. Truth be told, I was never really crazy for the stuff. It turns out my office is next door to a deli that dabbles in breakfast. I don’t really have an office anymore, so corral might be a better word. But wether they’re serving breakfast or lunch, they seem to conjure up a reason to serve up a steady diet of fried pig fat all day, much to my nose’s delight. Yum! Can [...]
Moving!
The site that is. The Kauffman household is staying put for the moment. But that does mean… No posts for you! For a few days anyway. You can comment all you like on the existing posts, but I can’t promise they’ll live on at the new digs. I feel your pain. – – – Maybe, if I feel really desperate for no one’s attention, I’ll post something at the old blog: http://beingmyself.wordpress.com/
Paging Mr Beck
The Communist take-over plot thickens! This year, Public Service Recognition Week will be held the week of May first. That’s right comrades, May Day! Well, not exactly – it’s May 3 – 9, 2010, but when has a little thing like facts stopped The Crazy (TM) in this country? If you’d like your “Ask me about your own secret socialist take-over club T-Shirt” shirt, drop me a line through the normal encrypted channels, and I’ll see if I can hook you up. Otherwise, don’t be afraid to give a civil servant a great big hug. We promise not to indoctrinate [...]
Reduce, reuse, recycle
I’m going out on a limb here, talking about work. I figure this is a strong limb though. I’ll be discussing my latest blogging hiatus shortly. A partial post is in the hopper. Something to look forward to, eh? My office chair was fifteen years old and saw better days. It’s upholstery was clean and intact, but almost every mechanism was either failing or broken. “Go new, comrade. Go new!” The cry rose from the huddled masses in the halls of state government. The chance to get new equipment comes along once in a lifetime, so my peers looked on [...]
More than secure
I know staples are a staple of office life (I’ve been waiting all my life to write that phrase), but I’m a firm believer in the “one stack, one staple” concept. It’s an obsession. It raises my sense of self-righteousness to supreme being levels. Then there’s the lazy stapler. Every office has one. How many times has this happened to you? You’re removing a staple to make a copy, only to find an embeded staple waiting in ambush. I’ve run into stacks with as many as ten embeds. It’s maddening. So please, for the sake of the little fishies down [...]
Worn out
I’ve put a lot of miles on my shoes. If only they could talk they’d day, “put us out of our misery!” Buying shoes isn’t something I enter into lightly. It’s a ten (or more) year commitment. I walk past shoes in the store on display, looking for the perfect shoe. I’ve never found them. It’s like trying to shop for a new best friend. How can you possibly tell how you’ll get along in a month or a year, after hanging out in the mall for a few minutes? Well, this year someone made the choice for me. I [...]
