Things I'm mad about today

SABOD to you too, sir.
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So, what are they thinking?

I'll just lolligag it on this ramp, remaining oblivious to those behind me and the traffic into which I will eventually merge. I will ease on over when the merge lane disappears without noticing the vehicles occupying the traveling lane. They may brake suddenly, cheat to the left, sound their horns - nothing will phase me. Whether there is space for me or not, whatever the speed and condition of the traffic on the road, I will float on over at whatever speed I am making. If there are smoking tires, chain reactions, accidents, even pile ups, I will continue on apace, oblivious to all.
 
Apparently people in South Florida are unaware cars have blinkers, I am about the only one that knows how to use one. I am sure they are oblivious as to why I honk at them when they turn without a signal.

And I had a tire blowout on the freeway this morning on the way to work. I think I have had more nails and screws in tires in one year in Miami then I did my first 35 years of driving combined.
 
HR gonna be mad at me. It is the time of year for reviews and part of the process is for employees to give feedback on their direct reports. This is only for HR's eyes. Not only did one of my employees include me when returning to HR, they included the entire company.
 
Managing people. Having direct reports. I did it for 20 years. Nineteen years ago, I gave it up for a professional contributor role, leading engagements and managing project teams. It was a balance of life decision, not so much about the folks reporting to me as the demands of those to whom I reported. When senior officers of the company call you on vacation about something that can wait or be handled by my designated hitter, it's time to move on. I was fighting a sailfish within sight of the shoreline and cell reception when the mate answered my mobile phone. He told me it was my President and CEO, I had to hand off the rod and take the call. With that hand-off, the sailfish didn't count in the tournament. Inanity. An exceedingly rare sailfish hook-up that close to shore for naught but a photograph. The release went well. It was young and in beautiful condition, about 40-something pounds.
 
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I’m not terribly happy that we had a mechanical “issue” at AVL and I had to postpone my return trip to Memphis to tomorrow. I let my mother’s nursing home know, but I’ll need to explain it multiple times to her due to her short term memory loss and everything else.
 
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Managing people. Having direct reports. I did it for 20 years. Nineteen years ago, I gave it up for a professional contributor role, leading engagements and managing project teams. It was a balance of life decision, not so much about the folks reporting to me as the demands of those to whom I reported. When senior officers of the company call you on vacation about something that can wait or be handled by my designated hitter, it's time to move on. I was fighting a sailfish within sight of the shoreline and cell reception when the mate answered my mobile phone. He told me it was my President and CEO, I had to hand off the rod and take the call. With that hand-off, the sailfish didn't count in the tournament. Inanity. An exceedingly rare sailfish hook-up that close to shore for naught but a photograph. The release went well. It was young and in beautiful condition, about 40-something pounds.
I retired from the VA 7+ months ago, and they still call to ask questions. lol
 
I’m not terribly happy that we had a mechanical “issue” at AVL and I had to postpone my return trip to Memphis to tomorrow. I let my mother’s nursing home know, but I’ll need to explain it multiple times to her due to her short term memory loss and everything else.
Where is your mother, I was at Christian Care off Kirby. I’m back in Baptist East currently.
 
She’s out at Memphis Jewish Home and Rehab, back at skilled rehab level. The paralysis has worn off a bit to where she can sit up in a wheelchair. Took a month to get to that point, but that’s something. I’m working on getting her transferred to skilled rehab in Asheville soon. 🤞 I’ve spent the better part of 7 weeks there, 500 miles away from home, and I can’t do it any longer.

Are they giving you any kind of discharge date? I’d love to come see you (smuggle in goodies??) if you’ll be stuck there a while. I go back and forth past Baptist East every blessed day, up and down Walnut Grove. I used to be scared of Poplar, but I’ve seen three major wrecks on WG in the last two months plus I don’t know how many minor ones, and it’s my new nightmare road. 😄
 
She’s out at Memphis Jewish Home and Rehab, back at skilled rehab level. The paralysis has worn off a bit to where she can sit up in a wheelchair. Took a month to get to that point, but that’s something. I’m working on getting her transferred to skilled rehab in Asheville soon. 🤞 I’ve spent the better part of 7 weeks there, 500 miles away from home, and I can’t do it any longer.

Are they giving you any kind of discharge date? I’d love to come see you (smuggle in goodies??) if you’ll be stuck there a while. I go back and forth past Baptist East every blessed day, up and down Walnut Grove. I used to be scared of Poplar, but I’ve seen three major wrecks on WG in the last two months plus I don’t know how many minor ones, and it’s my new nightmare road. 😄

I used to bike on Poplar and would bike from Midtown to Shelby Farms on Walnut Grove. Walnut Grove wasn't as busy back then, but it was becoming a much busier road. This was in the late 80s and early 90s when there was hardly anyone biking the streets of Memphis, so it was pretty terrifying.
 
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I’ll need to explain it multiple times to her due to her short term memory loss and everything else.
Sympathies. My mother suffers TIAs, and these mess up her sense of the present and memory. After a TIA, I've had to repeat who I am, where we are, the date, the time, our circumstances... She'll also fix in her mind erroneous memories of past events. If they're harmless, I've learned to let these go.
 
Yes, that’s pretty much exactly what happened to my mom. No delusions (she doesn’t think she’s home, or in Hawaii, or on Walter Reed etc), but she just doesn’t know (can’t remember) where she is at times or how she wound up there.

This has been going on for a year and a half or so, and it pales compared to the physical injury, but it frustrates her almost beyond endurance.
 
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