Why are you posting, Cary? Did something happen at work?

Yes, yes it did.

IT happened.

I left. This time, I don’t think they’ll be asking me back. I left in a bit of a temper, after being told, basically, that following procedures and processes, including questioning unclear portions of an order, was not good enough. Apparently, one needs to go above and beyond filling the order placed by the salesman and actually read the mind of a customer one doesn’t interact with.

In a way, I am going to miss that place – I have – uhm, had a very high level of respect and synergy with the people I work with – excuse me, worked with – including the manager I walked out on.

So – if anyone knows of a position where cabinet software, some CAD ability and a work ethic that normally leaves Type A personalities in the dust would be required, left me know. E-mail me at carycartter AT gmail DOT com. And no, I don’t want to sell pharma-anything over the internet. Nor do I wish to be involved in Multi-Level Marketing, no matter what name is behind it.

Actually, right now, a position that requires me to test my golf clubs at various locations around the Valley of the Sun would be really good. Maybe Secret Shopper has a position like that…

God bless you all, Wear Red on Fridays, and get in on the Baby Pool!

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Unlike certain Senators from Massachusets, I don’t think the “American Fighting Man” is uneducated. Think about what it takes to become an officer – and if you think they are uneducated, then you’ve got the wrong picture. The typical member of the fighting forces today have more than a high school education; fewer and fewer are dropouts – even the ones that did not complete high school usually earn their GED before the end of their first enlistment. The average officer not only has a Bachelor’s Degree in their field of expertise, they have also gone to their branch’s version of Officer Candidate School (OCS) – which means at least twelve and possibly more months of intense instruction without the beloved breaks that college gives you. Plus, each and every member of the enlisted ranks are exhorted to enroll in and complete as many additional courses as possible. Not becasue they are a requirement, but because the more subjects you are exposed to, the better your ability to adapt to situations. The more knowledge you have, the more ideas you can bring to bear on a situation.

Unless you are stuck in Massachuesets, and being forced to serve the people as a Senator – then you can only see things one way – and that usually includes the thought stagnation behind “Bush is Wrong” and “Cut and Run” – certainly not the type of leadership anyone I associate with would want representing them.

I tell you, the folk back east are strange. Must be in the air.

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Well, I finally got the back door painted. The outside isn’t trimmed out yet, but the door itself is painted.

I really couldn’t trim it out, because that would require using my air nailer. That requires compressed air. My air compressor’s start solenoid burned up while I was trying to figure out why the sprayer wasn’t working. Did I mention that I ended up painting the door by brush and roller? I need to invest in a name brand compressor, since I have already put as much into replacement solenoids as the compressor cost in the first place. You get what you pay for, every time.

Now all I have left is … well, there’s a lot left. One thing about owning a house – the maintenance, upgrades and changes never end. I guess the next thing I should tackle is that pesky valley leak on the roof. Seems a pigeon has had a bit of an identity crisis and built a dam in one of the valleys, and that has managed to back up water from our infrequent rains to leak into the garage wall; this wouldn’t be too bad except the garage is drywalled, so in order to fix the whole thing I need to tear off some drywall, trace the location, evict the pigeon, super caulk the leak, dry out the inside of the wall, then put fresh sheet rock up. Oh, and on the ceiling. I love sheet rocking the ceiling. It’s always an adventure. Maybe I should take this time to go ahead and paint the interior garage walls while I’m at it. Wait, that means I’d have to get a new spray gun too.

Darn, it looks like I have to make a run to Harbor Freight.

I love that store.

God bless you all, Wear Red on Fridays, and get in on the Baby Pool!

Well, it looks like I may have survived another week.

First – in case you haven’t – join in the Baby Pool fun – WIN BLOGMAD CREDITS – link is on the left.

Second – be sure to Wear Red on Friday – that’s tomorrow, in case you may have lost track of a day or two (don’t laugh – I’ve done that!).

Third – well, there is no third, but every list whould have at least three items on it to be properly called a list.

I have small-group Bible study tonight. Should be interesting. Usually is. We’ve been working through the God’s Friends series and everyone is really enjoying it. I’m even learning a thing or two here and there.

That’s all I’ve got for now, so let me close with my usual litany of plugs:

God bless you all, Wear Red on Fridays, and get in on the Baby Pool!

The off-shoot of not getting enough sleep is, of course, the dragging feeling that you experience about two hours into your work day.

(I am writing this at work, on break; I will e-mail it to myself and then post it tonight. Or tomorrow morning, if I get up early enough. Hah! That was a joke, son, you’re supposed to laugh right there…)

Even the Nectar of the Gods, the Elixir of Youth, good old C*ca C*ola, can’t seem to perk me up right now. Maybe I should go out in the shop and use the table saw without a guard – that usually gets the blood pumping pretty quick. At least, it gets the brain juices flowing, which is what I really need, since my job is mostly staring at a computer screen and printing reams of paper for the shop.

I’m kidding – I wouldn’t run a saw without a guard!

God bless you all, Wear Red on Fridays, and get in on the Baby Pool!