• Working, who’s working?

    I went into last week expecting nothing out of the ordinary. By the end of the week, I had done little in the ordinary. Most of my time was spent working on ways to get more work done in less time. The irony was that I did not get much work done, but I hope the fruit of my efforts change that next week. I was just a little tired of blaming others that our office can’t accomplish what needs accomplishing. “We’re underfunded…We need more staff…If the computer system wasn’t so inefficient…” and so on. So, I spent my time trying out computer solutions to our tasks. Why should I continue to be a human “macro” when I could set some things up to take myself out of some of the equation? We’ll see how it works out this week. I have high hopes.


  • Retail Hell.

    “Let’s just go to Wal-Mart.” I could say that it all started innocently enough, but my father would assert that there is no innocence in admitting to shopping at Wal-Mart. The problem was not wholly my choice of retail establishments, but also the timing: back-to-school shopping was in full, last minute swing and we were to be right in the thick of it. I think back to school shopping might even be worse than Christmas shopping. At Christmas, the items you are buying are at least interesting. There is nothing sexy about number two pencils. Then there are the crowds, and there’s no contest there, Christmas crowds are bigger. However, the crowds for back to school shopping at Wal-Mart were fairly big, and they were concentrated in one place: two isles of back to school supplies. Two isles of shoulder to shoulder humanity fighting over the two pairs of blunt nose safety scissors left on the shelf. Shangri-La it was not.


  • Thank you.

    for the loving and understanding wife, for the cool daughter, for the job I like, for the father I could look up to, for the mother who did her best, for the sisters whom I’m so proud of (like I had anything to do with it), for my grandmother who gave us so much, for Pops and Honey – who packed a lot of love in the short time I had with them, for my only aunt who I always thought was really cool, for my in laws who tolerate me even when I don’t deserve it, for all of the other family members who I didn’t mention but deserved to be, for the people who appeared in my life to give me timely guidance just when I needed it, for my good fortune to have so much provided for me growing up, for having the time to show my daughter I love her, for all of the cool stuff I have at home to play with, for the time to sit here and relax, for my relatively new found confidence in myself, for just enough humility to keep it from going to my head, for what little sense of humor I have, for my first thirty years, and for teaching me that any thing can happen and being able to look forward to the next thirty because of it, instead of in spite of it.