Tuesday, November 29, 2005

You know you're getting old when...

You have the chance to attend a Cowboy's home game in a swanky luxury box with free tickets, parking, food and beverage, and you turn it down because it sounds like way more hassle than you want to deal with. And besides, it'll cut into your Sunday afternoon nap.

::sigh::

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    Remedial marketing

    About a week before I left my other job, I noticed a new billboard ad. I'm not 100% sure, but I expect that the types of things you would put up on a billboard would generally have an appeal to a wide audience. You may not be IN that audience, but at least you can acknowledge that there are a bunch of other folks that are.

    And, with home sales and automobiles being the exception, most things advertised on billboards are usually priced such that most everybody, should they choose, could afford to buy one (or two or three).

    Which is why I was startled by the billboard for customized motor coaches (busses) starting at only $139,000.

    I'm just wondering what the market is for those among the general population. It's certainly not zero, but I'm not sure it's significantly higher, either.

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    Tuesday, November 22, 2005

    Harry Potter and the Giblets of Fire

    Synopsis - Hijinx at Hogwart's when Harry and Ron decide to spice up the Holiday feast with a newly discovered Habenero Hex. Hilarity ensues.

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    Transition

    Well, the move from the old job to the new job went off without a hitch. There wasn't much ceremony last Friday as I wound things up. Then again, there weren't many folks left to have a ceremony with. But, everyone parted on good terms, so there's that.

    I'm working on getting my (now) old boss, the Big Dog, hired on at the new (old) company. We sure had a lot of fun working together.

    The new job is going to be way, WAY, WAY different than anything I've done before.

    Different is good.

    When I got here, they had already scheduled my training out for the next four weeks. It's interesting talking to folks you know, but from a completely different perspective. Interesting and odd.

    Anyway, I am so happy to be back and they have a spiffy new building with all sorts of bells and whistles, which, by the way, is already full to capacity. Heh. I'm sitting temporarily in the cubicle of a guy who is out for a month on Reserve duty. I've decided not to bring a lot of my personal paraphernalia up until I get a more permanent home.

    So, that's the news on the work front.

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    Thursday, November 17, 2005

    BOO!

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    Tuesday, November 08, 2005

    Anatomy of a Job Change

    Monday - receive call asking if I would be interested in a new position with my previous employer. Receive job description via email.

    Tuesday - call previous employer to tell them yes, I am interested.

    Wednesday - have lunch with previous boss (arranged prior to Monday's call). Discover previous employer is interested in me for a second position. Receive call from previous employer to schedule interviews for Thursday.

    Thursday - interview with three people (who already know me well) about new position.

    Friday - receive job offer. Accept job offer.

    Monday - give notice.

    It's back to the insurance mines for me. Maybe this time, I'll get to run the whip!

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    At the polls

    Went and voted this morning. Mrs. A and I were the 2nd and 3rd voters to arrive. I got my ballot 3rd, but somehow managed to fill in the lines quicker than everybody else, so I got to be #1.

    Mrs. A and I discussed the various constitutional amendments and decided how we would vote. Just for grins, when I got to the office I looked up the Fort Worth Star-Telegram's positions. We agree on only two of the nine, which has me a little bit worried...

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    What don't I know about those two?

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    Monday, November 07, 2005

    New job

    Begins Monday the 21st.

    Details to follow.

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    Thursday, November 03, 2005

    The EAC - She so funny!

    Excerpted from my daughter's blog...

    I've learned a lot in my art classes....

    1) Sharpies are evil. Burn them.
    2) Black is always in fashion when it's charcoal season.
    3) It's normal to look like you just escaped from the fingerprinting room in a prison.
    4) Don't talk to people. You just might actually get work done.
    5) Painting works best for those who actually know how to do it.
    6) Dried paint smells even funnier than it does when wet.
    7) You're always a perfectionist until perfection is required. Then you could care less.
    8) Ignore the teacher's music...Odds are it's Bob Dylan...
    9) Always take some form of caffeine...If nothing else, it'll wash down the charcoal dust.

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    For those of you who are interested:

    The lunch conversation yesterday regarding possible future employment went even better than expected.

    For those of you who are NOT interested:

    The lunch conversation yesterday regarding possible future employment went even better than expected.

    See how that works?

    (On a related note, I am continually amused by waitstaff who say, when leaving the table, "If you need anything, my name is _______." I always want to ask, "And what is your name if I don't need anything?" And I do ask. But only after they've walked away. No sense having to stop and explain it to them. It'll just delay my meal.)

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    Wednesday, November 02, 2005

    Still here

    Just trying to catch my breath after being off (more so than usual) last week. The outsourcing has exceded even my expectations, but not in a positive direction. Ulysses was able to navigate between Scylla and Charybdis. If I may extend the metaphor, I'm guessing our best hope is to take a torpedo broadsides before we get that far. Then again, I'm an optimist.

    I'm having lunch with my old boss, and I believe the conversation will include exploring what employment opportunities they have available.

    I figure if worse comes to worst, that I can always find work training three-fingered baboons how to play the bagpipes. (I see ads for this all the time)

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