Today, I took my own advice. I cleaned my cubicle. Not ready for the photo session, yet (maybe Monday), but I put a major dent in the “waiting to be recycled” pile. Nineteen older laptops, among other things. And with all that new space in the cubicle, I can hand it off to whoever with a carefree heart.
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My approaching departure brings many things at work. Not least: a direct request to clean out the clutter. Only fair; I wouldn’t want anyone to hand off to me.
posted in education | Comments Off on Pick up the pieces | 254 words
At what point did the sales model (of far too many products) change. What used to be payment on delivery has evolved into “test on delivery” and “let us know if things work out”.
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Today, the federal government proved that insanity is an acceptable state of mind. A pipeline, from Alberta, through the Rockies all the way to the British Columbia coast; approved (with conditions). This is not good, on so many levels.
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When the DG (an abbreviation for The Boss) meets you in the parking lot, before starting time, it can either be a happy circumstance, or a sign that things are going to begin on a “Code Red” level. The network was down, and that leaves a lot of people turning their thumbs and wondering how to get their daily fix of data. It doesn’t happen on a regular basis, happily.
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My turn. This time, I had the pleasure of pushing the mower, around and around. Not circles; decreasing rectangles. What with the wetness, the lawn developed a bad case of “bed head” as the afternoon wore on, but that can be combed out. The next time.
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Things were better in the old days. Why, when you went to town, you just threw the reins around the nearest hitching post. No parking meters. A warm leather seat waiting when you got back from the visit to the bank, or the hotel, or the newspaper office. People waving, real friendly like. Trains with whistles that went slow enough for you and your mount to run alongside, or jump aboard if the whim struck. Hats that never blew off, even in a full speed run down the highways and byways.
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Since this blog is part of my life record, let me add another detail. In response to my carefully worded letter from two mornings back, the HR director sent me a carefully worded letter thanking me for my long years of service and wishing me the best in my future. That’s how it works. My retirement is now a question of weeks and paperwork.
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I firmly believe that the “six o’clock news” should start at six o’clock. Not “six oh one” or “five ninety-nine”. In the case of a breaking news story, I will allow minor fluctuation. I do not consider that some people are running around after a soccer ball to be an acceptable derogation. Is that clear? And now I discover that we are facing weeks of crazy schedule derailing. This is wrong, on so many levels!
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Let the countdown begin. For real. After careful calculation, and consultation and a few other ten cent words, today I made my decision.
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