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Just thinking. I'm a lucky SOB
Yeah, it's been a while for me to post anything here. There's been a lot going on in my life, for sure and true. The last quarter has seen me leave Bartlesville and buy a house. It's a good house, and it's really the second time that I've done that. The first was quite a while ago and it didn't end very well. This time is going much better. The feeling of this house is more positive, and the area is a lot safer. And there's a pool and a hot tub. Shannon works her ass off and so it may be that this is a doable thing! on the other hand... if it falls apart and we lose the house, I'll just start all over again.
In December, I had a car wreck. Seems that I'm marking up one per year. It killed the van, which was not a fun thing. I liked the van, even though it sucked gas and was heading toward falling apart. It also was able to carry a lot of stuff and pretty much moved everything that was left over in the old Bartlesville house. I was fine, and am fine. I got a Saturn from the insurance money. It's one of those cool 3 door Saturns that rumbles when I start it, grumbles when I drive it and gets somewhere between 25 and 35 miles to the gallon.
Then in the first of the year, I lost my job. No, that's not true. I know where my job is. It's just that someone else is doing it. I wasn't terminated. I was fired because my coaching style isn't up to the standards of US Cellular. I didn't fire folks fast enough to suit them. My teams stats were excellent, the morale was positive, there was good communication between everyone there. I just didn't take corrective action appropriate to what US Cellular, or more specifically, My Boss, thought I should.
So, now I have a new job. I work as a Dispatcher, dispatching technicians around the Dallas area to fix Coke machines like fountains and such. The Saturn is running okay, the weather is mild and I didn't freeze to death or get killed by a tornado.
I really don't have much to whine about. In fact, I'm pretty damn lucky. I'm about to start ignoring the lives of those who do whine a lot. On second thought, I've already started to ignore those who whine a lot. I won't remove you, because everyone has to do something that makes them feel alive. And whining is one of those things. Like a baby crying in the dark for it's dingo, sometimes adults must let the world know that they still exist. And you can quote me.
In December, I had a car wreck. Seems that I'm marking up one per year. It killed the van, which was not a fun thing. I liked the van, even though it sucked gas and was heading toward falling apart. It also was able to carry a lot of stuff and pretty much moved everything that was left over in the old Bartlesville house. I was fine, and am fine. I got a Saturn from the insurance money. It's one of those cool 3 door Saturns that rumbles when I start it, grumbles when I drive it and gets somewhere between 25 and 35 miles to the gallon.
Then in the first of the year, I lost my job. No, that's not true. I know where my job is. It's just that someone else is doing it. I wasn't terminated. I was fired because my coaching style isn't up to the standards of US Cellular. I didn't fire folks fast enough to suit them. My teams stats were excellent, the morale was positive, there was good communication between everyone there. I just didn't take corrective action appropriate to what US Cellular, or more specifically, My Boss, thought I should.
So, now I have a new job. I work as a Dispatcher, dispatching technicians around the Dallas area to fix Coke machines like fountains and such. The Saturn is running okay, the weather is mild and I didn't freeze to death or get killed by a tornado.
I really don't have much to whine about. In fact, I'm pretty damn lucky. I'm about to start ignoring the lives of those who do whine a lot. On second thought, I've already started to ignore those who whine a lot. I won't remove you, because everyone has to do something that makes them feel alive. And whining is one of those things. Like a baby crying in the dark for it's dingo, sometimes adults must let the world know that they still exist. And you can quote me.