A Co-Workers Story

I had an employee who gave me a call today to let me know he wasn't coming into work. When I asked what was the matter, if he was sick or something like that. He said that he had a bad weekend and needed to take care of some personal business. I sensed that there was more that he wasn't saying, so I pressed for more information.

He proceed to queue me in on his situation.

It turns out that he and his wife weren't getting along to well and it was in the best interest of his family that he move out. The thing is, he and his wife don't make a great deal of money and in order for his wife and his daughter to have a roof over there heads he has to provide a great deal of his income to them. This leaves him with very little and he has been living in his car for the past two weeks. Today he had to go around to the missions in L.A. to see if he can get a place to stay tonight.

Well I didn't know what to say. I've hit hard time before. ( Who hasn't). But for me it was more like only get half a tank of gas, or take your lunch to work this week. Besides if it ever came to it I have a family that I can lean on. Me and my family don't get along to well, butt when push comes to shove, we are family and we'll take care of each other.

But this gentleman from my work doesn't have anyone like that. No one to turn to in case of an emergency.

It really struck me back. Made me appreciate my life a little more. Make me want to go home and kiss my wife and my daughter. Or not kick my cat as hard...

(Two wweks after writing this story, we found out that he was stealing from the company. I fired him)

Managment 101

(on the inside)
Damn...Damn....Damn!!!!
Shit....Shit...Shit!!!!

(on the outside)
Yes sir I'll get right on it.

Rant

I'm just a little man with a thick neck.

I work to hard for to little.

It's my fault even when it's not.

I eat bad food, and I like it.

I love my wife, my child, and sometimes they love me too.

It's not that I'm old, because I'm not. It's just that I feel older than I am; and I shouldn't.

I used to feel like I did somethings pretty well, and other things well enough. But it turns out that half the things I did well weren't well enough and the other things I didn't do nearly enough.

Just a bad rant on a bad day.

All Over Again

I envy those folks who knew what they wanted to do for a living when they were kids and are now doing them. When I was young I wanted to play with my GI Joe's. As I grew older I ran into this damn ethical dilemma of not actually wanting to kill people. Wound and verbally assault, sure, but not kill.
If I had it to all over again I think I would of been an architect. All they seem to do is draw and build things. They actually don't do any real work. They just bust out the old crayon box and go to town. Bam one-million dollars in the bank, done.

Then again they probable have people crawling up there asses too.

I don't think being rich has anything to do with it either. I'm sure Bill Gates wishes he had an extra $50 at the end of the month to keep his heat on too. (maybe not).