Sunday, July 8, 2012

19 June 2012

Since I don't so much have a life of my own, I find it helpful to live through the lives of others. Okay, so that's a bit much. Maybe it'd be better to say that I like to read.

Generally the people I meet between the pages of a book are far better company than the people I meet in the world. Yes, there are some notable exceptions, and I've mentioned many of them here, but good literature brings us many things, not the least of which is learning from the mistakes and success of others, even if those people often are not real people.

But who's to say what makes real any more?

Regardless, a colleague at work left me with a good recommendation for my next read, and I've already cued it on my Kindle. This one is not fiction, but from reading the cover, I suspect the author is telling the story of my life, or at least a miserable part of it. This should be fun, and I'm looking forward to laughing at my self and the author. More the former than the latter. 

Saturday, July 7, 2012

18 June 2012

I fill out a lot of expense reports. It's a part of the job. I go somewhere. I do something. I spend money to get it done, and then my company fronts me the money and bills the client so I don't have to worry with three dozen different expense forms and reimbursement rules.

This means there's someone in another office who gets to go through all my paper work to be sure I got it right, and by getting it right, I mean down to the exact cent. Accounting people just don't much work with approximations, and that's probably good. You can probably see where we're going now.

Since I depend on that person to do her job so I can get my money back, I try to get my reports as right as I can. Of course, having a PhD means I have documented trouble with some details, and accounting details are among those.

Regardless, for all my efforts, I occasionally blow it, and a few days ago, I really blew one. It was no where near right. Usually when I leave a boo-boo on my sheet, I get it back with a note to fix it, but this time, she saw my hopelessness and made the repair herself. I just had to sign the form again.

That's worth a card. It's probably worth a cut off the top also, but that'd probably not go over all that well at work.

Thursday, July 5, 2012

17 June 2012

Father's Day. I went to visit Lil. Josh is driving from Texas to Colorado. Finally met the grand dog, Seymour. Seven months of mess. Oogled Lil's BF's huge motorcycle. Ate at Rico's. Dessert at DQ. Drove home, ran five miles, and wrote Lil a card. That all seems about right for a Sunday.

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

16 June 2012

Many Saturdays, I sleep late, or as late as an old fart can, eat, catch up on laundry, run, nap, bike, maybe step out to eat, and crash. Rinse and repeat. A lot. This Saturday was about the same except for the afternoon's intervention in which a young lady came by, made me go to the orchid farm, tour old town Apex, hopscotch on the sidewalk, and then eat fried green tomatoes and tofu. If that's not worth a card, I don't know what is.

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

15 June 2012

Sometimes I get lucky. One of those proposals I presented to potentials clients a few days ago hit the mark. I suppose that makes me .500 for the season. I knew I should have been a pitcher.

The guy I was subbing for is recovering from whatever dread disease he brought back from India, and he was in a recent management meeting singing my praises. I'll be thanking him for that. (Let's hope the boss remembers all this next year when raises or bonuses come along.)

Now of course, I've been at this long enough to know the tides go and come. It's just the way the world works. Sometimes it all comes together, and sometimes it does not. The thing is that I'm not sure we have all that much to do with it, though that is the way to bet.  

Monday, July 2, 2012

14 June 2012

It seems ages ago when the foot troubles began. Plantar faciitis became chronic. There were days when moving was a real chore. In time the sharp, splitting pains gave way to an incessant dull ache. Standing for any period produced intense burning. To compensate, I changed shoes two or three times a day to confuse the nerves.

That crap lasted well over ten years, but now, it's in remission, mainly because I wear minimal shoes now. Barefooted shoes. I thought they were all hype, but I gave in last year and got a pair. Then two pair. Now they're all I wear.

There was one doc back in Greensboro who was as long-suffering in the treatment as I was in the aching. He tried everything, many things more than once, somethings just because they might work. Not one every did. I had to wait a long while to figure this one out, and now that the road to recovery appears before me, I feel the need to thank this man for his tireless efforts.

Yes, I'm reaching back for this one, but it occurs to me that he might benefit from knowing what worked for me, especially given that it's counter intuitive.