Sometimes a conference call gets canceled and is replaced a by a mandatory meeting during which you receive news that takes a few days to process or so I have heard. That’s tied to the post from yesterday but unless you know me you probably wouldn’t have picked up on it. Took a half dozen… Continue reading Your Dad Got His Hands Dirty
What If You’re Waiting For My Call
I knew a girl who liked to garden but only if she wore gloves because she didn’t want to get her hands dirty. Her father didn’t mind dirt on his hands nor did he care if they got greasy because working with them brought as much pleasure as working with his mind. Something in the… Continue reading What If You’re Waiting For My Call
The Wrong Impression
There is a Honda dealer near the major airport in my city that has managed to connect me with two salesmen who give the place a bad look. They make me wonder if they spend any time exploring the character and skill of those they hire because my experience is they don’t. Won’t bother giving… Continue reading The Wrong Impression
Two Letters & A Story
I wrote two letters this week that I never sent off to the intended recipient and stopped and started writing an open letter to an entirely different crowd. The open one had to do with some blowhards who have worn out their welcome with me. Too much preening, too much peacocking and not enough action.… Continue reading Two Letters & A Story
