The random thoughts and experiences of Bob and Debbies second son, Kelly's husband, Jonathan and Rebecca's dad and one of God's messed up creations.

Thursday, December 31, 2009

HAPPY GNU YEAR


Happy Gnu Year!
A quick story. The first New Years Eve Kelly and I spent together as Mr. and Mrs was on a cruise ship docked in the port of Nassau in the Bahamas (our honeymoon was a month after the actual wedding). In Nassau they have the "Junkanoo" festival and parade on New Years Eve starting about 11:00pm and continuing well into the night. We intended to go ashore and watch part of the parade so we thought it would be wise to get in a quick nap that evening. I was the first to wake up, at about 5:00am. We obviously didn't get ashore,but the parade was still going strong when Kelly woke later New Years morning.
Aside from the ship, the parade and the warm weather, this New Years Eve is likely to be spent celebrating much like that first one. Sound asleep. Boy, are we getting old (or just boring).
God, help us be all that you want us to be in this coming year. Give us the strength to deal with the inevitable adversities we will encounter and to recognize and enjoy the blessings you send our way. Amen.
Happy New Year to all!!!!!

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Hollywood and elitism

One of the blessings (or curses) of spending a large portion of your day slapping the same color paint on a different wall is that it often gives you time to let your mind wander. The other day I was thinking about Hollywood and that sometimes the stuff they think up for an episode of one of the cop shows can be pretty sick. What kind of mind comes up with this stuff? And, not that I have ever been a prude, but why is it that there's so much sleeping around in Hollywood? Why does it seem that every show has to have at least 1 homosexual, a broken marriage, fatherless children/single moms, an extramarital affair and/or blatant casual sex?
Anyway, on Wednesday one of the topics of discussion on the radio was Roman Polanski. After being convicted of rape and sodomy 30 (?) years ago of a then 13 year old girl who he got drunk and fed drugs before attacking, Polanski took off to Europe to avoid serving his sentence. After all these years, the government is trying to extradite him back to the US to serve his sentence. At first, I wondered why, all the sudden after so long, they are finally trying to do something. With the high regard that I hold the current Administration, I naturally got the idea that Polanski is just a smoke screen to get attention off the health care thing for a while. But that's a topic for another day.
Yesterday morning it was reported that at least 150 of Hollywood's big wigs had petitioned the Governor to drop the whole matter, because Polanski is an Oscar winning director and (my words) is too important to be subjected to the inconvenience of jail time. He remains one of the Hollywood elite, be he a dirt bag or not. Last night I read that Whoppi Goldberg was lamenting that what Polanski did was not "rape rape". What? He had forcible whoppi with an underage, drunk and drugged girl. Though a 13 year old can't legally give consent, he still didn't have it.
So, what's up with the Hollywood elite? I am sure that the 6 normal people in Hollywood would want Polanski jailed, even while feeling sorry for him for what Charlie Manson did to his wife. But what about the rest of them? Does being in the movie/TV industry make you any better than the rest of us?
At least Mel Gibson is out there to provide some balance. God bless him!

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Messy renters (or "what people learn")

Working for the people I do, my days are made up mostly of either rehabbing a newly acquired property or repairing an empty rental unit. Last week one of the rentals (a 2 family) became empty, due to evictions in both "apartments". The first floor had been rented by a single woman with a couplee of kids. The upper floors were rented by her sister. Between them, there were 2 female adults, a couple of teens and a few younger ones. When the first floor family was evicted, they just moved up stairs. Last Wednesday, they all had to move out. Both were evicted due to nonpayment of rent.


They did not completely destroy the building. They just did their best to make as much of a mess of it as they could, and this was before they were informed that they had to leave. Of course, I had to go help clean up after they were moved out. Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to get pictures of the mess they left, but this might give a clue: (preview shows a lot of space below the pictures before the rest of the text. Just scroll down).













In the some of the black bags are left behind toys and clothing (quite a bit of it). There is also food found on the floor, used feminine products that were thrown in the bathroom cabinet, dirty diapers that were thrown out the window and the leftovers from someone taking a dump on the middle of the floor (they weren't too happy about being evicted). These were some very classy people.

One of my favorite of their exploits is breaking a hole in the porch floor so that they could just throw their trash under the porch. This after requesting and getting new garbage cans paid for by the owner (which would get filled, then not taken out to the street for at least 3 weeks). When I cleaned out under the porch, I got a clue as to where the rent money went:









(In case you can't read the labels, only one of the cans contained cola.)

Someone in the family was quite fond of beer (not that I have anything against that). I hope it was one of the adults.

It may sound heartless, but for the most part I have little sympathy for the adults that got evicted. I do feel for the kids though. Not so much that they might be homeless, I think they had somewhere else to stay. Mostly I feel sorry for them because of what their mothers are teaching: it's ok to not take care of the place you live and to live in a mess. It's ok to be an overweight, lazy single mom with no job. It's more important to have that fancy tv than it is to pay the bills.

I guess I should probably feel sorry for the mothers too, they probably learned their lifestyle from their parents.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

I'm back (and have something to say)

Over the last few months, the topic of "health care" has been the focus of much national attention. Conservatives and liberals calling each other names and refusing to even consider each others opinions. I've been listening and I have a few thoughts of my own.

First, the debate isn't really about "health care", it's about health insurance. I defy anyone to find a country with better overall health care than the U.S. How often do we hear about people from other countries coming here to get treatment for some major ailment? My bet is a lot more often then Americans going elsewhere for treatment.

Some believe that it would be a good thing for the Federal government to provide health insurance for all of us. I don't and for many reasons. One, I prefer not to have the Government involved in my personal business. I don't want Nancy Pelosi or any of her minions to have the power to look through my medical records, for any reason. Also, I've seen how well the government runs things. Social Security, Medicare and other Federal feel good programs are broke or nearly broke. Our highways, bridges, dams and other infrastructure are in disrepair and often poorly managed. Our President himself even pointed out that the Post Office (a quasi government agency) is struggling severely while FedEx and UPS are holding their own. And now we're contemplating letting them control health insurance?

The role of the Federal government is not supposed to be much more than protecting us from our enemies and providing the infrastructure to allow us to have a opportunity to make the most of ourselves. To ensure equal opportunities, NOT equal results. It is not to provide for us from cradle to grave.

I also have a problem with the notion that our employers "owe" us health insurance. The only people any employer "owes" health insurance is those who are covered by a union (or personal service) contract that includes health insurance benefits. Just because someone decides to employ me, that doesn't automatically, magically make them responsible for my health insurance, any more than they should be responsible for my car, house, boat or any other insurance. If they decide to provide a benefit of that type, great for me. If not, I can either do without, find insurance elsewhere or get a job that does provide insurance.

There are a few things that I think could be done to improve the situation:

1. Instead of the employer (for those who are covered at work) requiring all employees to chose from a few select plans, giving the same amount of money (maybe in the form of vouchers) to each employee to use to secure their own plan (which could include the employer provided plan). Such monies would be exempt from income tax (as it is now) provided it is used for health insurance. Unused moneys would be taxable as income.

2. Do something about the malpractice suits. If the hospital makes a mistake, they should be financially responsible for monetary and other damages. However, these huge amounts people are given in "punitive" damages are causing the rates doctors pay for insurance to go up at a rate of at least three times inflation. Their rates go up, their fees go up, insurance costs go up and then, premiums go up (and doctors practice defensive medicine, ordering test after test to protect themselves in case of a law suit). Put a cap on punitive damages so that people are not essentially winning the lottery just because a doctor made a mistake. And if lawyers were not permitted to use punitive damages to calculate their fees, they might be a little more selective as to which case they actually take.

3. If a person has more than one job and they each provide health insurance benefits( or a husband and wife have both have jobs that provide for health insurance) figure out a way in which the benefits can be combined at a reduced overall cost to the employers (and to the worker)

4. Remove the percentage cap on the amount of medical expenses that someone can deduct from their tax's. Premiums, co-pays, meds should all be deductible at their full cost if we are going to provide for any deduction at all.

These are just a few ideas that could be considered. But whatever, I don't want Uncle Sam deciding what coverage I'm going to have, who I'm going to get it from or what specific benefits must be covered. (If an insurance company wants to cover abortions, for example, and I don't want any of my money going to these procedures, then I should be able to find a carrier that doesn't cover them. On a side note, I'm not sure that insurance companies should cover birth control pills, condoms or Viagra. Why should my money be used, in part, to pay for someone ese's "fun"?).

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Happy Birthday Rebecca

Welcome to the world of double digits.

It is hard to believe it was 10 years ago that you came into our lives. I hope your day turned out good for you.

I love you squirt.

Daddy

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Camping

Recently, Kelly, Jonathan and Rebecca went camping with several other mothers and kids. While I originally wished I could have gone with them, it's probably better that I didn't. After all, there were no adult males in the bunch.


I was, however, reminded of the last time I went camping. About 15 years ago, seven of us went to Red River Gorge to spend the weekend camping, hiking, checking out caves and burning up a variety of red meats on the camp fire. The group consisted of a married couple with their two pre-teen sons, a single guy I haven't seen since, a female co-worker who I believe wanted me to be the father of her children and myself. The married couple had their tent, the single guy had his and the other four of us shared a tent. Originally, when we set up the tents, my stuff was on one side of the tent, the boys were in the middle and the female co-worker was on the other side. When we called it a night, her stuff magically had moved itself next to mine.


Did I mention that this trip occurred in January. To say it was a tad cold would be an understatement. The first night, the temperature dropped down to 15 below zero. It was so cold that when the moisture from our breath contacted the inside of the tent, it immediately froze. If anyone happened to bump up against the side of the tent, we would have an indoor snow storm. Unfortunately, with four of us crowded into the tent, two of us were in constant contact with the sides so it snowed all night.


And the snow wasn't only inside the tent. Outside, while we were attempting to sleep, 2 or 3 inch's accumulated on the ground. When we all came out the next morning, we made some breakfast and proceeded with our plans for the day. While it continued to snow a little throughout the day, it did warm up enough that the low temperature that night was 5 below.


On our last morning, we gathered up all of our stuff, cleaned up our mess and hiked back to the rear wheel drive Ford Windstar that brought us there. When we got out of the woods and into the clearing (the parking lot) was when we realised that we had severely miss guessed the amount of snowfall for the weekend. While the snow on the ground under the canopy of the trees was only 5-7 inch's, it was a whole lot deeper than that in the parking lot. It was deep enough that we couldn't see the front bumper of the van. But, we climbed in anyway and headed out of the park.


Even though the vehicle we were riding in was not really ideal for driving in the snow, we only had one problem. As we drove along the unplowed roads, the wedge shape of the front of the van caused snow to quickly pile up on the windshield. We had to stop 3 or 4 times just to clear off the windshield. Once we got back to the plowed main roads, it was pretty much smooth sailing. Or, at least until we got to Georgetown, Ky. Unfortunately, all roads headed north out of Georgetown had been declared impassable and were closed (I-75 remained closed for at least a week). Fortunately, we were able to find a motel with an available room where we spent the night (and all took much needed showers). But boy did we all get an ear full.


As we had no radio or any other means of contact while we were in the gorge, we had no idea of the magnitude of the storm we were camping out in. However, our friends and family's at home all knew and were worried sick about us and had no reservations when it came to telling us about it. We were just oblivious (and cold).


We were able to find an open road the next day and obviously made it home safely. But, the next time I go camping, I think I might take a radio along just in case.

Parenting

The other day while I was at work, I heard a mother across the street going off on one of her children. Mind you, I have no idea what the issue was and I wasn't paying enough attention to hear exactly what was being said. That is until she went to leave. At that point she said something to the effect that she didn't want her little jerk child going with her.

Last summer, again as I was working on a house (this one right around the corner from church), the lady next door got upset with her daughter. All I remember hearing is momma calling her little girl a lying little "bitch".

When we were living in Ky., we used to regularly hear the guy next door letting his kids have it and one of our current neighbors has a tendency to go off on his kids.

Now I know that I occasionally get mad at my children and at times I'm close to pulling my hair out (if you've seen my head recently, that's due to heredity, not the kids (or the wife)). I sure hope that I exhibit a little more grace and restraint than this when the kids get under my skin. I am confident that the next time I get mad at either or both of them that these examples will be lingering in the back of my mind.

Sunday, June 7, 2009

It's funny how things work out

Talk about a day that didn't turn out as planned!

Jonathan and I were supposed to pick up some tickets at the will call window at Great American ball park and watch the Reds game today as Kelly and Rebecca went to a baby shower.

We all went to church this morning and I did "tech" for the first service. By the time the first service was over, Kelly and Rebecca had already left church to go to Dayton for the shower. Jonathan and I took our bags of peanuts and headed to Covington to park the van and go to the game. On the way, we stopped at a fast food place for some lunch to go and parked the van on the streets of Covington. We went down by the river to watch the boats as we ate our lunch. After a quick walk to the nearest store to pick up some Diet Cokes for the game, we headed across the Suspension bridge to the park. We went to the "will-call" windows and found that the tickets that we were supposed to use were not to be found. Not having enough cash on me to buy tickets, Jonathan and I wound up having to go back across the bridge and to the van to get home in time to watch the game at home. Jonathan seemed devastated and on the verge of breaking out in tears as we were headed back to the van, but he never shed a tear.

When we got back home, I went inside to watch the game on TV. Much to my surprise, Jonathan asked if he could see if any of his friends were home so he could play. As it turned out, he was invited to go swimming with one of his neighborhood friends in their pool.

Kelly and Rebecca got home from the shower before Jonathan got back from swimming. I wound up pushing Rebecca on the swing for a while then she got to play in the sprinkler in our back yard. This turned into a water fight between the two of us at first, then Jonathan came home and joined in.

The game went into extra innings. While it was still going, I roasted some ears of corn on the grill for the whole family and we had some nice family time out on the back deck. The evening wound up with the four of us (and Willie) going for a walk, a game of wiffle ball in the front yard, then all of us watching something together on TV while we nibbled on some pop corn.

Had Jonathan and I actually been able to attend the game, he'd have missed out on the chance to go swimming, there would have been no time with the swing and Rebecca and no water fight. I'm not sure that any of the other family things would have happened either.

There will always be opportunities to go to a ball game. As the day turned out, I have to say I'm glad this one didn't work out as planned. I am especially proud of Jonathan for the way he handled the disappointment and heart break he experienced. My great big hearted little man is growing up right before my eyes!

Thursday, June 4, 2009

work

Most days, I really don't mind getting up in the morning and going to work. Some days, I really enjoy what I'm doing and the day goes by rather quickly. Rehabbing houses as I am doing now gives me a chance to learn new things that I may be able to apply to my own home. And, after all, it is my role in life to go out and support my family. Today, however, was one of those days that I would have preferred to have been able to take a vacation day.

Kelly and the kids are spending the night camping out on some plot of land in Indiana and I would like to have been able to go with them. Unfortunately we really can't afford for me to take the day off, especially given that I didn't work last Monday due to the holiday. I'm sure they will have a great time without me, but it would have been nice to get to see it.

While I'm at it, another work related item. After a day of work, I usually come home covered in either dry wall mud, concrete, paint, insulation or any one of a number of other substances I deal with on a regular basis. In other words, I often am a real mess when I walk in the door. Most of the time, I really don't think about it much. Last week, I attended the visitation for a long time family friend that recently passed away. Aside from the circumstances requiring it, it felt so good to leave the house in a suit and tie. Sometimes I think I would really like to find something (job wise) that required a little more than dirty jeans and a paint splattered t-shirt. As a matter of fact, I am usually such a mess that last night I showered, put on a good pair of jeans and a clean polo (?) shirt and came downstairs. Kelly asked me what I was dressed up for. Oh well, fortunately I have a nice collection of "pre-painted" t-shirts and pants.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Happy Birthday Jonathan

Happy Birthday my little man.

Like your mother, I have a hard time believing that it was 11 years ago that you were born. It seems like only a year or two.

We've watched you grow from that helpless little baby into the budding young man you have become. We have great memories of your growing up and great hopes for your future.

Have a great day today big guy.

I love you.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

prayer results

Last Wednesday, in our life group, I did something that is very much not like me. I know what compelled me to do it, aggravation mostly.

Through the previous week, I was getting pains in my wrist to go with the ongoing discomfort I have been experiencing in my shoulder. The shoulder problem has been around a while and I have no idea of it's origin. A few months ago, the shoulder was prayed over at an Encounter meeting and the problem subsided for a while. The wrist was broken about ten years ago, but hadn't been a problem until last week.

The arm was bothering me enough on Wednesday that I made sure to sit in a seat with an arm rest, to help with the discomfort. At the end of the meeting, one of the group asked if there were any prayer requests. After mulling it over for a minute or two, I finally gave in and mentioned my arm.

In the last 7 days, I have had no problem with the wrist and only one incident with the shoulder. In fact, on Thursday, I was holding on to some wall board as I was cutting it loose. As it fell, I realised that it was in my left hand and that I was going to be in some serious pain within the next second or two. It never came.

(It's at this point that I'm not sure what to say next, therefore I won't.)

Thursday, April 23, 2009

My Personal Hell - Part three - The rest of the story

(If you've read part two, most of the following should make sense. If you haven't, good luck)

(once again, I tried to keep it short. I failed)

Where to start? A little preface. Most of the material below comes from things I remembered over the last few years, but never made it to consciousness while I was trying to explain the situation in question. Some of it I remembered on my own (one item I had totally forgotten about until today), a lot of it I eventually remembered or was made aware of while talking to other former coworkers over the last few years.


One of the issues I encountered when trying to make a quick reply to my boss was that he had worked day shift and could not be contacted except in case of emergency. The manager that ran the department over which I was responsible for training was out of town and one of the two others assigned to training in the same area as myself was off that night. I was scheduled to facilitate a class that night and really didn't have much time to devote to figuring out what had happened.

One of the co-workers that was working that night, I found out latter, was busy interviewing people who had attended the messed up October class while I was facilitating my class and trying to figure out how to respond to my boss's email. Several months after I was fired, I realized something else.

When I thought about it, I could not figure out how I could possibly have accidentally put the "bad" sign-in sheet in with all the others I had sent to the vendor company. Then one day I realized that it wasn't until closer to December that I started submitting paperwork directly to the vendor. Initially, all paperwork submitted to the vendor passed through the hands of someone else. The individual through whom all paperwork passed on it's way to the vendor was the same person who was doing the "investigation", one of my coworkers.

Additionally, on the night I wrote my original response, I discussed the situation and my proposed response with this same coworker . His reply to me was something to the effect that I should go with the response that most saved our companies face (basically, what I wound up submitting). Our boss would probably appreciate the company oriented spin and there was something said about being a team player ( I think referring to our manager).



Why would a normally conscientious trainer conduct a class that he knew he was not qualified to conduct? A little background here will help. In the training department, there were essentially two groups. One concentrated on one area of the operation while the others dealt with a different area. I was the de-facto lead of my group (which, oddly enough, we all knew intrinsically but was never actually said to me until after I was told to take a hike). To answer the question, he presented the class because I told him to (well, not intentionally).

We were given instructions (by our manager) that the training in question should be presented to groups of new employees at the beginning of their first night of operational training. Not that this would be difficult. It amounted to reading 2 paragraphs verbatim out of the trainers manual, presenting a video tape then handing out (and grading) the associated test (45 minutes max).

On this particular night, however, we had an issue due to another rule we tried very hard to follow. Not very long before I was supposed to go into the class and present the material, I found out that one of the other trainers had scheduled two current employees to arrive well before their regular scheduled start time for some specialized training. This training could only be facilitated by myself and the trainer who had made the arrangements. Employees who were brought in early for training took precedent over any other training. After being harassed for a few minutes about my decision to work with the specialized training and put off the vendor training till later in the night, I finally said to the gentleman who did the class that if he wanted it done now (the vendor training), he was going to have to do it himself. I put the materials on somebodies desk (I think his) and left to go do what I felt had priority. Surprise, he thought I was actually telling him to do the class, not mouthing off to get him off my back. Oops!

What would make me think my manager would want me to sugar coat the facts a little? The phrase "it better be good" (or what ever the actual verbiage) was a start. It also didn't help knowing that since before I started in the training position, trainers at my facility had been generating inaccurate paperwork on at least a monthly basis. Internal company regulations and, eventually, vendor company regulations required that employees who completed training and were certified to work in a certain area of the operation were required to complete an annual, 3 hour re-certification class. As much as I didn't like it, every one of those 1 hour re-certification sessions I (and those before and after me) facilitated, magically became 3 hours on paper (I should also note that, while often retraining was not always in the classroom, all the certified personnel received more than 3 hours of training or retraining throughout the year, sometimes as part of work group start-up meetings or by personal interaction and coaching by trainers, supervisors and lead service agents).

More personally, I had often seen my manager fiddle with the "paperwork" in order to comply with some work place regulation. At some point, I think in 2004, some employee designations and classifications were changed with a result being that many of us were suddenly "required" to take a daily lunch break. I had problems with this for several reasons. Briefly: It would essentially cost me 2.5 hrs pay per week; while I was often able to conform, the majority in the same classification never really had the opportunity and I didn't feel right goofing off if they couldn't; Lunch at 3:00am?. Anyway, my manager knew that I often did not really have time to stop for a lunch, especially in the winter. While he would sometimes get on me about the lunch thing, I would again explain why I hadn't been able to clock out for lunch the previous few days. We used an electronic time clock that could be accessed through any managers computer. My manager took to making adjustments to my clock times to show a lunch break every day.

In December, 2004 and/or January, 2005 I started paying closer attention to my time sheets. While I did not have access to the time system myself, the administrative assistants did, and would gladly print out a listing of an individuals punch times for as far back as needed. With absolutely no memory of what I had done on any given day, it was easy to tell if I had actually taken a lunch break or if my manager had "inserted" one for me (If it showed exactly 30 minutes off the clock, he did it). Usually, when he inserted a break, he adjusted my start and end times to compensate. Usually. On more than one occasion he failed to make the correct adjustment, in effect taking money out of my pocket. I'm quite sure it was an oversight and not him intentionally lightening my wallet. I did at least once point out to him the mistake he made, with a print out in my hand. He may have wondered how I got it.

While I'm on the subject of my manager, there is one more thing that I would like to mention. On the occasions (thankfully, not many) I thought I had made a serious mistake or felt that I had something to do with something not working correctly, I did not hesitate to take the issue directly to my supervisor. I always preferred they hear it from me rather than from someone else.

We would regularly have training department staff meetings to discuss upcoming events, foreseen issues and any issues we had encountered since the last meeting. Several months after I was fired, I was reminded by a former coworker that one of these meetings occurred the night of or within a day or two of the messed up class. While this former coworker did not remember every exact word spoken, he reminded me that we had in fact informed our manager of the class that was presented by the unqualified trainer, that I had made the decision to work with the early arriving employees and the reasoning behind that decision, and (I'm pretty sure he told me this) that I had asked this same coworker to fix the problem (reteach the class).

I can not hold it against my former manager if he forgot about this meeting and what was discussed. After all, I did too. And we both forgot to follow up to make sure the problem was corrected. But once I was reminded of the meeting, I started to have some vague memories and impressions of the occasion. One of these is, for some reason, I see (or imagine) myself saying to the group something like "we'll just white out ????????'s signature and replace it with someones who can teach the class." I don't really think I said or even thought this at the time, but I may have. At that time I was involved in a dispute with both the vendor company and, to some extent, with my manager.

When we performed any training for this vendor company, obviously sign-in sheets were generated. No problem. The problem was that they wanted trainers and those attending the classes (who were not direct employees of the vendor company) to record their social security number on the sign-in sheet. In an age of identity theft, I felt this was completely wrong, arrogant, stupid, obnoxious, (fill in any stronger adjective here) and, quite possibly, illegal. To say I let my feelings be known would be an understatement. Both to management at my company and through training representatives of the vendor company. My manager took both sides of the issue. He both agreed that asking for SS #'s was not right and that we had to complete the forms as the vendor required. (After quite a bit of debate higher up that I, a solution was reached that did not require the use of SS#'s. How many of the SS#'s written on the earliest sign-in sheets that were fake may never be known. I'd venture to guess, most of them. (No idea who came up with that idea)

I have often wondered if I was actually fired to satisfy management at the vendor company (like a sacrificial lamb) instead of getting rid of me for what they actually claimed ("willful disregard of company regulations" or something like that, I think). After all, I must have made myself known well enough to them that when, a few months later, the powers that be at the vendor company came across a sign-in sheet with my name on it that looked wrong, they may well have started drooling.

And why not go ahead and pull the trigger. After all, the first week in January, I answered no when we were asked in a training staff meeting if we were planing to move with the company to the new operation facility in a different city. Yep. Just about two weeks before they gave me the axe, I pretty much told the company that we would be divorcing on December 31st. Two weeks before.

Two months after, something appeared in a newspaper from an individual who was worried if they had done the right thing. This person knew about two weeks in advance that a coworker was about to get fired and did not say anything to the coworker. While every thing about this letter points to a certain individual with whom I once worked and greatly respected, I'm sure that the letter did not involve my situation. But, on the off chance that it did, like it or not, this person did the right thing.

To return full circle, it always seemed a little odd that the whole firing event happened while the one manager who could probably have smoothed over the situation for me was out of town and the coworker who I relied on the most was on vacation.

Epilogue

I'm sure there are things I've been wanting to get out for a long time that, for some reason, I can not remember right this moment. I may drop them in some day in the future, and I may not. At least, everything I can think of about the whole situation and a few extras has at last been let out of my mind. Maybe I can return thinking about other things.

Did I make some mistakes? Certainly. Did I deserve to be tossed out on my ear? The farther away I get from the event, the less I think so. Am I wholely to blame for the entire situation. I think not. But what do I know.

But there is one question left to answer. With all this in mind, what am I supposed to say in an employment interview if I'm asked why I was fired?

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

My personal hell - part two

As best as I can, the events leading up to the title subject. Caution, it may wind up a little wordy. But I'll do my best.



Monday January 26, 2005: I get to work and check my emails. Among them is one from my manager concerning a training session that had been facilitated at the end of October and the corresponding "sign-in" sheet. The message indicated that the vendor company for which the training had taken place was concerned that the "sign-in"sheet did not look authentic and they implied that the training did not actually take place. At the end of the message to me was an indication from my manager that I needed to reply with a good answer (in my reply message, I deleted this sentence, as I knew my reply would be forwarded to the vendor).



Having a very vague memory (in other words, I basically had no idea at that time) of the events of the night in question, I did ask around for whatever information I could get quickly and wrote my reply. In my reply I indicated that I took offense at the implication that we would claim to have made a training presentation without actually having done so, and, if there were any inconsistencies, they were made in good faith. I also expressed my apologies for allowing correction fluid to be used on the "sign-in" sheet, against vendor company rules (which I overlooked when reading the class trainers' manual).



Tuesday morning I got a call from my manager complementing me on the reply I had given, even commenting on the extent to which his boss's liked the part that if we said we did it, we did.

He then proceeded to tell me that several of the "facts" of my response were in question and I was going to be placed on unpaid leave until an investigation could be completed.



Now to the heart of the matter. In the section of the "sign-in" sheet requiring the instructors signature, correction fluid had been used. Over the correction fluid was my signature. My original explanation was that someone in my department who was not certified to give the training had gotten the paperwork started for the class and had signed the form though I actually taught the class. In order to keep from having to track down the students to have them re-sign on a new sheet, I just corrected the one I had. When I wrote this, I wasn't completely sure if it was exactly accurate (especially given that the day in question was 3 months earlier) but it sounded reasonable and probable ( as this type of thing had happened in the past). It also was the type of answer I thought my manager wanted from me (one that minimized any fault on the part of my company; he said he wanted a "good" answer).



Turns out, I was wrong. The uncertified person had made the presentation. He even told me so on Monday night, but I thought he had to be mistaken. Why would my signature appear on the paperwork from a class he presented and why would he handle a class he was not certified to facilitate? On Monday night, I had no idea.

By Wednesday, I was freaking out over the whole matter and I wound up going into work to have a talk with my manager and a member of Human Resources. This is when I was shown the paperwork in question. I was also told that the employees who attended the training all said, when asked, that my coworker had run the training. After some time, I asked my manager if we could talk privately as there were things I didn't want the HR person to hear.

Outside, I told him about the underlying meaning that I had gotten from his message and that I didn't understand why he wanted to continue to pursue the issue. Wasn't my original response enough to satisfy the vendor company and keep us from looking bad in their eyes? I also indicated to him that I thought this whole thing was being blown out of proportion to be used as an excuse to get rid of me and not have to pay me the incentive money we were all promised (if we stayed with the company until closing).

He assured me that this investigation had nothing to do with the incentives. Then, after he indicated that I had misread his intent and that he couldn't imagine why I would even think that he would want me to sugar coat reality, I went ahead and told him what I had learned, remembered or thought I remembered about the incident since my original response. He told me to write it down and get it back to him.

In short, it said that I put the correction fluid over my coworkers signature and replaced it with my own as an attempt to get under the skin of one of my other coworkers. As the class was invalid (due to being presented by an uncertified individual), any resulting paperwork would be invalid and could be thrown away. Unfortunately, after I messed with it, I forgot to throw it away and somehow it wound up in the hands of the vendor company.

Thursday morning I was called and asked to come in to discuss the situation. When I got there, I was led into a little office by the security station and met by my manager and someone from HR who proceeded to tell me that they were going to have to let me go. While I usually try to be prepared for most anything, I was shocked. I had no idea what to say or do. When I asked to go up to my desk and get my personal items, one of them went over to the security station and grabbed a box full of my personal effects. I was told that if there was anything else of mine that I wanted to get, I would have to schedule an appointment to be escorted up to my desk to get it.

I left that building with my box in my hands, my brain totally confused and very upset and angry. Not just from the being fired, but from the attitude I was shown. One would think I tried to rob the place or I had shot someone with the attitude given me.

A day or two later, I called to go get the rest of my stuff from my desk. I was basically told that at no time would I be allowed to go back to my former desk to get any remaining personal items (so I had a co-worker pack up all of my things and meet me at a store on his way to work the next night).

Three months later, I find out the the information I was given concerning closing my retirement account was incorrect. I was told by the HR rep to wait until the end of the fiscal quarter (March), then to contact the retirement people. I waited until April and made the call. This is when I learned that I should have called immediately after losing the job if I wanted to take a payout of my account (and these rules had just recently changed). My companies regulations allow only a 60 day window for such transactions.

The bad news is that I lost a great job and lost out on a lot of money. The good news is that the company that now wants nothing to do with me, in about 15 years, has to start sending me a check every month not to work for them. Retirement can be a wonderful thing.

Part three is the rest of the story, the stuff that will make you wonder.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

My Personal Hell - Part One

A few years ago I was abruptly fired from a job that I really enjoyed. The company I worked for was scheduled to close the local facility in December of the year I was fired and all employees who stayed with the company through the last day of local operations were to receive a severance package. In my case, the severance would have amounted to between $25,000 and $30,000. Needless to say, I did not get to see any of that money.

The sudden loss of my job had an immediate financial impact on my family, as well as the long term impact from not getting the severance money. For the longest time after getting fired, I continually replayed the events that led up to my dismissal and I had a hard time getting over having lost my job. Every time I went for a job interview or even saw a job posting that interested me, I would worry about trying to explain why I was fired.

While I've been somewhat able to keep my family financially above water (barely), the worry about trying to explain my sudden departure to a prospective employee has never gone away.

For the most part, the daily regrets and thinking about what happened lessened over time. However, within the last few days it was announced that the company is vacating the facility it moved to a few years ago and returning to the local facility. And it all came rushing back. For the last couple of days I've been overwhelmed with reliving that period of my life and the feelings of failure that go with it.

The funny thing is that I'm glad to hear that they are returning where they belong (though the events that led to their re-relocation are depressing) and would go back to my old job in a heartbeat. Though my family thinks I'm nuts to even consider returning, as soon as I heard about the move I contacted one of the managers I had a good relationship with and asked about the possibility of returning. He happened to run into my former immediate supervisor (the one who actually fired me) who told him pretty much what I expected, that I am not considered re-hire able.

I guess it's true that you can never go back and, if I could, I may be better off not to. But I sure would like it if it were my decision.

(Part two will cover the events that led to my getting fired, my reaction at the time and all that I have been told, reminded of, or remembered on my own since.)

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Tis the season

IT"S TAX DAY!!!!!! (well, tomorrow). Hurrah.



Quite a few years ago I was listening to Mike McConnel (a local conservative talk show host) and He had an idea that made a great deal of sense to me. Basically, it went like this:


  1. All income taxs must be paid in cash on April 15th at your most convenient government facility. (To avoid individuals being robbed on their way to pay their taxs, maybe a check cashing window could be set up right next to the payment window). No withholding by the employer, the individual would be responsible for making the full payment on tax day.

  2. Move election day from the first Tuesday after the first Monday in November to April 16th.

The whole idea being that if we all had to see exactly how much cash we are turning over to the government every year, we might all pay a little more attention to who we were electing. I figure that if we did this for a year or two we would probably have a very large turnover in congress and a whole lot of the waste would be eliminated in government spending.

The other idea I had is that we could make tax payment day the same day as "Tax Freedom Day" (the day in the year that the "average"American has theoretically made all the money they will need to pay their yearly tax's and after which they get to keep their income for their own purposes). This year, tax freedom day is actually April 13th. Not too long ago, tax freedom day was closer to the beginning of the month or earlier. It is highly likely that within just a few years, tax freedom day will be nearer to May (give it long enough, tax freedom day may make it to early in November, thus fulfilling the idea above). Again, if more people were aware of how long they have to work every year just to give the government "it's" money, maybe more people will start paying attention to government spending.

On the same subject, a friend of mine has threatened to print bumper stickers saying: "If I'm paying your mortgage, blow your horn".

By the way, I was gone a while from the blogasphere mostly because I didn't have much to say that I thought would be of interest to anyone (including myself).

Sunday, April 12, 2009

One off hand remark

Not long after we (VWS) moved into our current facility, I opened one of the cabinets in the kitchenette and discovered this cool looking electric griddle. I'd see it again every now and then and always have the same thought, I'd like to get that thing out and do up a batch of pancakes on it. About 6 weeks ago I happened to open that cabinet while Rick Barker was next to me and I mentioned to him that someday I'd like to make a mess of pancakes for church. Within minutes, it went from a few batches of pancakes to an entire Easter breakfast for the whole church.

The breakfast itself went off pretty well. We had more than enough of just about everything to serve the roughly 250 people who stopped by. We had so many people volunteer to help prepare, serve and clean up after the meal that there were a few times I couldn't see through them all to see the other side of the kitchen. All of these great people who pitched in and did most of the work deserve a sincere thank you and, I'd name them all off but out of concern that I'd leave one out. But they know who they are and if you're reading this, Thanks for helping make this morning go as smoothly as it did.

I heard a rumor that the idea was tossed out to make a church breakfast a monthly event. Provided the finances and other logistics could be taken care of, I think that could be a good idea. I'd love to see each of our established life groups pick a month and go for it (the majority of our life group was there to help out this morning).

There is one question that keeps going through my mind though, and it sounds severely egotistical even to me and it's not meant to be. If I had not made an off hand remark to the person I did at the time I did, would this ball have started rolling? Would some other series of events have lead to the same result (or possibly a better one)? What events that we attribute to any certain individual would have occurred through some other individual had not the first individual been earlier getting it done?

Not that I in anyway think there is any comparison but an example of the basic philosophical question is this: If the Wright brothers hadn't demonstrated flight when they did, wouldn't someone else have stepped up not long after and been "first in flight"? Would someone else have created Mickey Mouse if Walt Disney hadn't been around? How much of what happens in the world is more a result of the attitudes, beliefs, knowledge, etc of the time than the result of the efforts of a few individuals?



Any way, I hope the people we got to serve enjoyed the meal as much as I enjoyed helping make it.

Happy Easter (or as my brother-in-law would say: Happy Resurrection Day) to all .

Monday, February 9, 2009

Excavation

Last Wednesday, Kelly and I went to Excavation at church. We heard some good worship music, watched a video that has previously stirred a little emotion in me (and most others) and listened to Don talk about addictions.

After he was basically finished with his talk, Don gave an "alter call" for all those who wanted to be freed from an addiction. I knew I was going to go up before we even got to church. Much to my surprise, Kelly got up and went to the front. I call this a surprise because my wife is the most self control ed, self disciplined individual I have ever met. She is the one who will decide the night before that she wants to get up at 5:00am to exercise and proceeds to do so. When she and the kids go out of town, if her plan is to be out of the house at 7:15, the tires will be off the driveway (and probably out of the neighborhood) by 7:15. Some of the foods she really enjoys actually can cause problems with her breathing if she has too much (with some, any amount is a problem), so she is very good at avoiding them. And so on. Yet she felt the need to go up front for healing. Blew my mind.

As for myself, the thing I went with the intent of working on did not quite go the way I had hoped. I must admit that this is mostly my fault. After some healing prayer within the large group that first went up front, Don released back to their seats all who felt completely cured of their addiction. I guess a little shyness crept in because I wasn't about to continue standing up there feeling like a failure or letting the congregation know that I needed more work. I know, one of my top 25 brilliant moves.

However, after the "formal" proceedings were completed, I was blessed. As I went to put on my coat, the pain in my shoulder that always rears it's ugly head when I stick my arm in a sleeve showed up again. I said to Kelly, somewhat jokingly, that I should probably go have someone pray over my shoulder. She looked at me, looked around and pointed out two prayer team members that weren't busy. So I went up to them, explained the situation, then felt foolish (or at least unconfortable) as they prayed over my shoulder. But, as they were praying, the shoulder started to feel a little different. When they were done, I was asked if there was any change. When I put my coat back on, it didn't hurt as it had before. Sure there was some disconfort, but the actual pain was gone. When we got home that night, I stood in the kitchen and took off then put back on my coat about 25 times. As silly as this sounds, I had fun with that coat for a while.
Today, 5 days later, I can still tell that something isn't quite right, but at least I don't have to close my eyes every time I stick my arm into a sleeve.

Thanks God!

Saturday, January 31, 2009

25 things

Kelly got on facebook and everyone was writing 25 things about themselves. I'm not on facebook, so I thought I'd try it here. So, here it goes:


  1. I once fell asleep while walking on a tread mill at a fitness center. Thus my fear of exercise.

  2. I've been on one blind date in my life. Her dog and I didn't get along. (actually, she didn't have a dog, and I wound up marrying her).

  3. I often worry that someday her vision is going to come back and she'll see what she really got stuck with.

  4. One of my childhood ambitions was to be an astronaut. The fear of heights thing got in the way.

  5. I once rolled down a hill in a dump truck and landed with the wheels pointed toward the sky. I have no idea how I got that scratch on my shoulder.

  6. Someday, I'd like to write a book.

  7. Being a stand up comedian would be a great gig, though I would probably sit on a bar stool while on stage.

  8. It's nice to know that there are people out there that think I'm funny and I make them laugh.

  9. All three of them are relatives.

  10. I could easily spend half a day looking for an item at Lowe's or Home Depot.

  11. There was a time when I ate at McDonald's at least 4 or 5 times a week.

  12. There was a time I weighed 40 or 50 pounds more than I do now.

  13. Whenever it snows and the roads get really bad, I have a strong urge to get in the car and go somewhere. Anywhere.

  14. Something I have wondered for a long time: If brain transplants were possible, what would happen if you took a mans brain and placed it in a woman's body (or a woman's brain in a mans body)?

  15. I enjoy doing coffee at church.

  16. For the most part, I enjoy work. I'm just as comfortable doing carpentry, computer programing, customer service or chopping logs.

  17. I firmly believe that when all's said and done, there's more said than done.

  18. There were about 450 in my high school graduating class. I never went out with any of them.

  19. The usual first response when people find out that I am "color blind" is to ask me what color this thing or that thing is. When I usually give the right answer, people either don't believe I'm actually "color blind" or they don't understand how I can guess correctly so often. The one thing that nobody understands is that being asked " If you're color blind then what color is this?" gets annoying after a while. (If you want to get an idea what a whole lot of people around you see, go to http://www.nws.noaa.gov/sec508/htm/colorblind.htm
  20. Sorry, didn't mean to soap box.
  21. My favorite bands of the 70's and 80's are Styx, Kansas, Fleetwood, Foreigner and Boston, in that order.
  22. My all time, absolute favorite "comedian" was Red Skelton. I remember, as a little kid, my family sitting in front of the tv for a half hour getting a good, clean laugh. I only wish I would have had an opportunity to tell him how much I appreciated his work.
  23. Bungie jumping once is crazy. More than once is insane. I am not insane.
  24. If my girlfriend hadn't been standing on the ground watching me, I'd have taken the harness off and walked back down to the ground.
  25. I hope somewhere between 1 and 24 was something that made someone smile.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Weekend wars

Anyone that knows us knows that Kelly and I had a bit of a difference of opinion this past weekend. One of us did something the other one is not the least bit happy about and it opened up a small can of worms and hard feelings that it's taken a few days to deal with.

However, the fascinating thing about it all is this; despite how angry, hurt, upset, alienated, etc. one of us was with the other, we both knew that the love we have was never in question.

As a matter of fact, in order to stay angry, I had to make sure not to look at Kelly. Not that we have very many disagreements, fights or arguments, because they are few and far between, but whenever Kelly and I get into one of these situations, I just have to look at her and I start to melt. Makes it nearly impossible to win an argument! Just once, I'd like to see her give in before I turn to butter.

So, while we don't see eye to eye about some things, I'm still glad I have my little lady (even with that &*&%%##%&&%$$ thing).

Monday, January 19, 2009

Miracle on the Hudson

I know that it is old news by now, but I keep thinking about the "Miracle on the Hudson" and God's role in the events. Was it by Divine intervention that the captain was not only a very experienced airline pilot but also owner of an aircraft safety consulting company, a former Navy pilot and a certified glider pilot? Was it the skill, training and calmness of the entire flight crew that prevented serious injuries or was it the guiding hands of angels that laid the plane "gently" onto the water? Did we truly witness a miracle? Should we be praising God for saving those lives?
If the answer is yes, that we should praise God for saving those 150 or so people, what about all those who did not live through similar circumstances? Should we blame God for all the people we lost on 9/11?
When we wake up to a beautiful, warm and sunny morning or sit out on the porch in the evening and bask in the glory of a beautiful sunset, it is easy to send praise to God for those things. But, what do we do when we waken to bitter cold, 3 feet of snow, dark skies, etc? If we give thanks for the glorious evenings, what should we do about the nights that include tornado warnings, bolts of lightning taking down trees and giant hail balls putting dents in our cars?

The day after the plane came down, I was listening to Glenn Beck on the radio, as I will sometimes do. He made some interesting observations that I want to repeat. The plane hit the water adjacent to the New York media centers, where the entire media could transmit the events almost immediately. It also stopped right beside the ferry terminals, meaning only a few minutes elapsed between the plane coming down and the rescue effort being well under way. The plane floated down river to right by the former home of the World Trade Center. Between these few items and some other things that had recently happened in his life, Glenn Beck realised while on the radio that God was telling all of us that he is here and watching over us (you would have to read the transcript of his program that morning to really understand what lead him to this conclusion). And, is there any significance that this event took place in New York, where the last aircraft related major event began and ended in tragedy.

Maybe the true "Miracle on the Hudson" is not the lives that were saved. Maybe it is that small glimmer of hope, those few minutes of wow, the opportunity to actually care about someone else for a moment that an averted tragedy presents.

I must admit that I have gone through most of my life believing that God doesn't make it a habit of interceding in our lives. I have recently begun to rethink this notion (the miracle on Tahoe?).

Thursday, January 15, 2009

True confessions./ God is good, always

I've never really been very emotional. Today I listened closely as the news covered the airplane plane splash landing in the Hudson river in New York. At first, I was mostly interested in the events leading up to the plane going down. What was the cause, how long had it been in the air, how did the crew get the plane to perform a perfect splash landing. Then I became more and more interested in the rescue efforts.
As I was driving home from work, it was confirmed that there were no fatalities and minimal injuries. It was at that point that I started to feel this lump develop in my throat and some odd moisture attempting to attack my eyes. Of course, I fought it back. Repeatedly. The last ten minutes of the drive home, every time I thought about what could have happened and what did happen, the same feelings started to come over me. I must be getting a cold.
God is good!


Always

Monday, January 12, 2009

Questions in Genesis

As Kelly and I journey on the Bible in a year odyssey, questions come up in the readings. Some are answered rather well at the Sunday morning get together, some are not. We are currently reading Job, but I'm just now getting to the questions left from the first few chapters of Genesis. Some follow.

1:26 Then God said "Let us make man in our image, in our likeness ...."

  • Who is "us ' and 'our '? Is God referring to the trinity when using the plural or is it more like when the queen of England refers to herself in the plural?
2:18-24 The Lord God said "It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him." Now the Lord had formed out of the ground all the beasts of the field..... But for Adam, no suitable helper was found.

  • Does it not seem strange that God only created woman after determining that none of the other creatures of the earth were suitable helpers for Adam? I'm sure glad that God and Adam didn't give up when the existing choices dwindled down to nothing. Nuff said.

3:16 To the woman he said, "I will greatly increase your pains in childbearing; with pain you will give birth to children."

  • If God increased Eve's pain in childbearing after the fall, wouldn't that imply that she had given birth at least once prior to the fall? No where is it said that Cain and Able were her first children. They are the first mentioned. With this in mind, maybe some light can be shed on the question of where Cain found his wife.

3:21 The Lord made garments of skin for Adam and his wife and clothed them.

  • What is the nature of the skin used as garments? One suggestion was that humans did not completely come into these bodies until after the fall and that the garment of skin is actually our bodies. While this may contradict 3:7 where Adam and Eve realised that they were naked, it is an interesting thing to ponder.

7:2 (God said to Noah) "Take with you seven of every kind of clean animal, a male and it's mate, and two of every kind of unclean animal ....."

  • It is presumed that Moses wrote Genesis and would have known all the laws about clean and unclean animals and all the rituals that were required in his time. Nowhere, however, is there any written indication that God had told Noah which animals were clean and which were unclean. No real big deal, given that it can be assumed that many "conversations " between God and Noah and his ancestors were not recorded.
  • A song we sing in church says that God doesn't make junk. Every thing God makes is good, including me. If this is the case, why are some of God's creatures considered "unclean" and some considered "clean"? If God made them, aren't they all good? Did he decide at some point that he was not happy with some of his creations and rendered them "unclean". I'm sorry, I just don't get this whole notion. (I'm sure God is just worried to death that I don't understand His logic sometimes.)

Getting ahead of myself a little, there is at least one other similar set of rules that I, again, just don't get. I do not know where exactly where it is in the Bible, but as I recall, there are passages that seem to indicate that about one week out of every four, women are essentially to be treated as pariahs. If God created women and designed all their systems, why is a part of the normal operation of those systems considered in the same realm as having leprosy? (And that's the best way I can think of to dance around the topic and still ask the question.)

Since we are actually reading Job right now, a few observations.

  • Isn't it odd that when given permission to mess with Job, the dirtball kills off all of Job's possessions. Everything he has. Everything that is dear to him. Except his wife. My first thought when reading this was something to the effect that sparing the life of his wife was another form of torture for Job, or some other whimsical anti-wife comment only meant for laughs. (Yes, I love my wife and would not want to be without her). But, as I was sitting here typing it occured to me that God may have prohibited the dirtball from taking Job's wife in 1:12 (Then the Lord said to Satan "Very well then,everything he has is in your hands, but on the man himself, do not lay a finger.). If it is as it says in Genesis 2:24 (For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and they will become one flesh), then old dirtball could not harm Job's wife without harming Job himself.
  • Why is it that, unless it is a biblical reference, j-o-b is someplace we go just about every morning to make money? Shouldn't it be spelled Jobe?

Friday, January 2, 2009

Other stuff

A few random thoughts:



  • Everyone asks if you call the glass half full or half empty. Both are completely inaccurate. Unless the glass is in a vacuum, the half without liquid is filled with air. Therefore, the glass is always full (but I still need more Pepsi).

  • I find it interesting that the majority refer to those things hanging over intersections as stop lights or red lights, even when giving directions (turn left at the 3rd stop light).

  • If it's such a rare commodity (according to most people) then why is it called common sense?
  • What exactly is a timely death?
  • God must have a sense of humor. I'm color blind but I paint for a living (he also created the platypus).
  • If I understand correctly, Christianity, Islam and Judisiam can be traced back to a common origin. If this is the case, then we all basically pray to the same God. Why all the fighting?
  • Muslum men who "marter themselves" are promised 70 virgins in the next life. First, where do they find them? Second, then what? After about 12 weeks, I presume that they no longer have 70 virgins, they have 70 wives.
  • If some "Native Americans" are all upset about being used as team mascots, shouldn't the jungle sue the Bengals?
  • Why can't we attach small electric generators to the round roof vents that spin in the wind and create electricty?
  • Why can't we attach wind driven generators to bridges and connect them to a grid in the roadway that would heat the road surface and slow the process of freezing?
  • Why can't we attach "wind mills" to all the radio towers to produce more electric?
  • Why can't we use abandoned coal and other mines as garbage dumps? Filling the holes back in might keep the ground above from sinking.
  • Why can't we all just get along?

I was filling out a profile on Careerbuilder and one of the questions asked was: What is your dream job. I can think of a few.

  1. The person who goes to the customers' place of business and teaches the employees how to use my company's product (whatever the company and product are).
  2. High school football coach.
  3. Head of a non-profit that is a combination of Habitat for Humanity and Extreme Home Makeovers. I'd call it "Rehab for Humanity" and we'd buy distressed properties, rehab them and then make them available for low income families who would assist in the rehab.
  4. Norm Abrams.

See what happens when it's just me and a notebook?

listy thingy

Last week Tim talked about putting our dreams and goals on paper and not making them too easily obtainable. As I was passing a school in St. Bernard last week, the message on the sing out front was something like"great things can't happen until they are first dreamed". It struck me that the sign matched Tims message. I went back two days later with a camera to get a picture, but they'd already changed the sign.
So here's my list so far:

1. Find a new job. One that:

  • Enables for me to better provide for my family so we can all feel a little less stressed.
  • Is interesting, challenging, and gives me a chance to use and develop whatever skills I already have and to develop new ones.
  • In some way provides a service to and/or blessing to the community.

(there is actually someone at church that I'd like to work for/with, but I'm not sure if the talents I think I have would be of any use and I'm not sure if it would be proper to even bring the issue up with this person).

2. Exercise at least 30 minutes a day, 3 days a week (I'm not as interested in exercise as Kelly).

3. Start a home business (probably EBAY).

4. Flip a house (hopefully this year)

5. Ride the zip line.

6. Wind up 2009 with no debt (except real estate) and $1783.00 in the bank.

7. Finish painting the kitchen (before Kelly's birthday).

8. Get the garage/shop straightened and set up.

9. Create the laundry room Kelly wants.

10. Remember to at least say hi to God every day.

So there's my list for now. I haven't started on the "Bucket list" but I'm not really that adventurous anyway.