TGIF

Well, this has been a crappy week. And yes, the picture is real, I used to race on this boat. It just seemed appropriate.

First, let me say that it could have been worse. It was a series of minor aggrevations. People deal with stuff a lot worse than this every day. But, this isn't their blog, so you get to hear me bitch.


I work with a guy who was Army Logistics. I don't mean than in a figurative, complimentary way. He was the guy at the Pentagon that ran the whole shebang, period. Great guy, anal as hell, but a great guy. He retired about 5 years ago. He sees the difference in military discipline and what the rest of us deal with every day. The reason I mention him is because he puts it best: people just don't care nor do they have pride in their work. I run 5 distribution centers for a major candy/beverage company. They are third party contractors who handle the other major candy/beverage companies also. Because of the commodity, it is very specialized and not many companies do this. So...sometimes I'm stuck with what I have. Many are truly profession and strive to do their job. Many just don't give a shit. They will spend more time trying to not do something than it takes to actually do it. I don't understand, I really don't. I wasn't raised that way. My Dad always said that if you aren't going to do it right, just don't do it. What he has taught me has served me well my entire life. And he was obviously right. Asking grown people twice a day every day to do something simple is just aggravating. Ok, I'm even boring myself at this point. Just do your job with pride, and strive to be the best at whatever you do. I respect a janitor that keeps the place clean more than a wormy exec playing cover-your-ass. I have no future in politics, and I'm ok with that. Very ok. Next week will be better, I know that. We all have the crappy week every so often, it's just part of life.

Tomorrow (Saturday) I do some touch ups on the house. I've spent almost every waking hour the last 3 weeks replacing wood, caulking, sanding, etc. etc., and finally painting our house. A word of advice, if your house needs painting, find a way to hire people. Rob a liquor store, sell crack, sell your sister, anything except doing it yourself. But it's done and the house looks good. In 2 weeks we'll paint doors and shutters, but for now I've had my fill of This Old House. Normally after a big, difficult project, I feel some sense of accomplishment. Not this time. It went fine, but it was just mind numbing work. I felt better after washing my truck tonight.

I warned you there might be ranting involved.

If I don't talk to you, have a nice weekend.

BT

Beginnings

I guess we all have to start somewhere, so this is my little stutter step into blogging. I won't claim to aspire to literary greatness here or anywhere else. Mostly this will be just a place to post some of the insanity I see happening in every day life. Here and there I may also take out some of my frustrations I have with the world. And I'm pretty sure that no good can come of this, but life is tough, so wear a cup. If you don't like what you read here, it won't hurt my feelings if you don't come back, I understand, really. Truth is that the only other human on the planet that will probably ever read this is my beautiful bride. And maybe the cat. I'll try to link some real reading by people who are good at this sort of stuff. Me, I'm more like the empty calories of the blogging pyramid. Ok, nuff said.

BT