Couple things going on, big things, I want to share!
Teh Lesser:
I have just finished my first week as Maintenance Planner! It has been brutal, staffing problems (one gentleman fell off a ladder onto his shoulder, one gentleman insisted on demonstrating his affection for his wife...nine months ago, and I replaced yet another schmuck), a lot of things happening, and NO transition period. It has been okay, I have made up with work, jogging, and sheer bloody-mindedness what I lack in specific knowledge and experience, and I'll get better, at the very least in an attempt to stop the pain in my ankles, calves, and knees.
Teh Greater:
There is a backstory here.
Last fall I went fishing with my father in law. He had not been fishing, more than perhaps a couple of times that he could recall, in many, many years, and although we got skunked, well, more backstory. It was late fall, hell, early November, at a cabin near Mille Lacs, middle Minnesota. There was a boat with the cabin, and the lake was as of yet clear of ice, but it was cold, windy, and the boat was of a row type. We managed quite neatly, while rowing against the Canadian Clipper, to hear one of the oars give up a cry, prior to its eventual death. We got back to teh cabin, and now I wanted some damn fish. A quest was called for...
We bought the last trolling motor of the season in MN.
The magic of propulsion did not create baskets-full of walleye, but pops-in-law had the bug bad, and upon return to his home state raided the Bass Pro Shop and began planning our summer fishing adventures, including a weekly refrain of "paleo, when are you going to buy a boat? And remember, I'm in for halvsies!", followed by my weekly response, "Great, cap'n, but have you seen my basement? Are you going to lend me teh other halvsies?".
Last week, another text message, with photos and circles and arrows and a texted paragraph on each one explaining why I should by this boat, and I checked into it a little more this time, and said, in return, assuming that you know these guys well enough to know that they have taken good care of it, esp. the motor, that it was a good deal.
Last night, while my eyes (much as they have been for about a week and a half due to work) were failing to focus after dinner and I was attempting to put the steps into place to get me to bed (mentally - the actual putting one step ahead of another was in the future), she mentioned she shredded the check she was supposed to send. "What check?", sez I.
I am now the proud half owner of a hole in the water into which money is poured.
I can carp and waffle with the best of 'em, esp. where money is concerned, but I AM EXCITED!
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Next issue - the sumbitch is 6 hours away...
Teh Lesser:
I have just finished my first week as Maintenance Planner! It has been brutal, staffing problems (one gentleman fell off a ladder onto his shoulder, one gentleman insisted on demonstrating his affection for his wife...nine months ago, and I replaced yet another schmuck), a lot of things happening, and NO transition period. It has been okay, I have made up with work, jogging, and sheer bloody-mindedness what I lack in specific knowledge and experience, and I'll get better, at the very least in an attempt to stop the pain in my ankles, calves, and knees.
Teh Greater:
There is a backstory here.
Last fall I went fishing with my father in law. He had not been fishing, more than perhaps a couple of times that he could recall, in many, many years, and although we got skunked, well, more backstory. It was late fall, hell, early November, at a cabin near Mille Lacs, middle Minnesota. There was a boat with the cabin, and the lake was as of yet clear of ice, but it was cold, windy, and the boat was of a row type. We managed quite neatly, while rowing against the Canadian Clipper, to hear one of the oars give up a cry, prior to its eventual death. We got back to teh cabin, and now I wanted some damn fish. A quest was called for...
We bought the last trolling motor of the season in MN.
The magic of propulsion did not create baskets-full of walleye, but pops-in-law had the bug bad, and upon return to his home state raided the Bass Pro Shop and began planning our summer fishing adventures, including a weekly refrain of "paleo, when are you going to buy a boat? And remember, I'm in for halvsies!", followed by my weekly response, "Great, cap'n, but have you seen my basement? Are you going to lend me teh other halvsies?".
Last week, another text message, with photos and circles and arrows and a texted paragraph on each one explaining why I should by this boat, and I checked into it a little more this time, and said, in return, assuming that you know these guys well enough to know that they have taken good care of it, esp. the motor, that it was a good deal.
Last night, while my eyes (much as they have been for about a week and a half due to work) were failing to focus after dinner and I was attempting to put the steps into place to get me to bed (mentally - the actual putting one step ahead of another was in the future), she mentioned she shredded the check she was supposed to send. "What check?", sez I.
I am now the proud half owner of a hole in the water into which money is poured.
I can carp and waffle with the best of 'em, esp. where money is concerned, but I AM EXCITED!
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Next issue - the sumbitch is 6 hours away...