Tuesday, December 22, 2009
I recently spent time at a location that I have worked at a few times before. This was a new, adventurous, aggressive work team. All modern design inside and out; marble floors, glass partitions, leather couches, plasma televisions, Otis Spunkmeyer, and fat salaries. The halls a buzz with activity, you could almost hear the money changing hands. Every possible space filled with talk of expansion and branching out.
This time was different. Offices were bare and staffing was sparse. The halls were empty, furniture gone. No longer was there laughter and boisterous talk. In their place, silence; just silence. Executives fired and staff let go, this is what death of a business feels like.
Everything that is born has to die. And that stands true even with commerce. Oh, and one more thing. You may get away with it for now, but when the GOVT gets a hold of you…it won’t be over ‘til you’re done.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
I was totally bumming it this weekend; wearing old clothes, no shaving, and my last shower was Thursday night (yes, gross I know). Can't exactly explain my actions; but then again, should I have to? No big deal, but my wife was ready for the hiatus from clean to be over.
I love to drink. I will drink whatever is near me and usually lots of it; must be a modern camel-sort-of-person. But it is not unusual for me to have 3 to 4 refills of my drink when we go out to eat; 100+ ounces of H2O fall victim to my need each day at work; I always have a running cup of something near me in the house. My thirst is never satisfied; I can always have more. Bother or blessing, I'm not quite sure.
The days are long and hot in the desert. Working out drains the life juice from my body. Yard work is the anti-hydrant. Some people crave a cold soda (maybe diet), beer, lemonade, or their favorite cocktail. But I usually am most pleased with 32 oz of ice cold water; nothing better.
This afternoon, I decided it was time to get clean in a wet sort of way. There is something about a shower that does for my outside what a cold drink does for my tangible soul. The result was a refreshed me, a clean me, and definitely a better smelling me. Rejuvenation is a wonderful thing and I owe it all to my drug of choice; water. My wife has a saying, 'music washes from the soul the dust of everyday life' and I couldn't agree more. So, my ideal recharge would be a relaxing chair after a hot shower with a tall cold one by my side with transcending music filling my ears. Take me to my happy place :)
Friday, December 4, 2009